I Have A Great Idea For My Next Guest....Wanna Hear?

FV:Tavern

Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.

There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.

A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.

Exits: [UP] Stairs, [K]itchen, [F]ighting [P]it, [Out]

Kolur was in a good mood again, and seemed to think it was enjoyable to have company, weather said company was wanting to be there or not. "You know a simple bow to me and you wouldn’t have to be chained to your own bar and guarded, but I rather think it’s funny." He looks at the fighting pits where a couple rats are finishing a fight, it’s not all woodlander victim vs vermin in the pits after all. “I have a great idea who can join us as a guest..want to hear?"

Marek glares cold hate at the marten " Want a dagger in the throat Mr. Kolur?" He of course has no weapons, and he is too well guarded to try anything with the ales or he would but then again no pouches either as he serves drinks to the beasts at the tavern, something that usually relaxes him but today it’s far from relaxing him. He is chained and forced to do this right now, in his own tavern!

Inkpaw finds herself here once again. These days the vixen finds that she needs a certain level of ale in her system to get the morning started. The 'eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we are overrun by angry woodlanders' lifestyle has left her a bit pudgy, but also well dressed as the rest of her paycheck is dedicated to her garb and clothing. She wears a gold bracer on her paws and ankles, with a trio of gold bracelets along her tail.

The fox leans against the railing of the fighting pit, it's occupants now finished with their battle Inkpaw trots her way back towards the bar...

Kolur smirks "Not today...awww Inkpaw come here I have an important job for you if your willing to do it, you need to bring a guest here I inviting to enjoy my victory over Mossflower. This guest will help me have the abbey handed to me without a fight"

Marek serves a couple more dark ales as he raises an eyebrow at Kolur and listens, "Whoever helps you is a fool and the abbey is not one to surrender at the drop of a hat trust me. Yes they are peace loving and all...but it doesn’t mean they won’t find a way to defend their home and their gates are stronger than ever, as is the walls"

The fox pauses in mid stride. Blast! Kolur was here? Did he see her yet? Can she just slip out the back while he wasn't...blast he saw her, and now he has a job for her.

"Who? Me?" The vixen says sweetly with a nervous edge in her voice. She leans against the bar, tail twitching behind her, "And who will this beasty be that you are inviting? Shall I woo into coming them with a mariachi band...or the tip of a dagger?"

Kolur chuckles and smiles coldly "See I learned names also while with Marek and I know what the squirrel looks like." He looks to Inkpaw "Go to the abbey, get Abbot Benar alone and take him captive and bring him to me, the abbey won’t DARE fight me if I have him as a slave, they will hand over the abbey in a heartbeat and my victory will be complete. They surrender with the promise I will release him....once they are mine I kill him in front of them and enslave the whole place!!"Insane laughter follows, is it possible his is a bit...scarier than Zurrgg's.

Marek blinks and goes to make a fist and lunges at the marten in an attempt to punch his lights out, a guard goes to grab him paw and he punches them out first and then his focus is Kolur and depending on how close he is will be the factor in what happens.

The fox's eye twitches ever so slightly as she takes in her assignment. Her, a spy, go try and kidnap the leader of the most famous anti vermin fortress imaginable? Combined with the maniacal laughter only drive home what Inkpaw has already realized.

This marten is /nuts/. She laughs as well, even while the stoat tries to assault her leader in chief. "Yes! W-what an excellent plan! I'll...I'll get right on that." Slowly the vixen makes her way towards the door, never taking her eyes of off Kolur. "Long live the chief and...all that. You can count on me boss." She laughs, again nervously.

This fox needs out of this town...she needs out of here NOW. But how will she ever complete a mission like this? If she goes she will surely die, but if she fails...She gulps and then bolts out the door.

The fox was doomed!

A snap of Kolur's fingers and a tall muscle bound stoat goes to shove Marek down as he glares at Marek, he looks to see where Inpaw went and laughs "Today looks to be a good day a very good day"

Marek is in chains so being shoved is easy, he growls deep and glares at the marten" You may find your defeat comes even faster if you even managed to do that."

Kolur smiles coldly “I am chieftain of Ferravale, I can do what I want and the abbot would make a very important captive, why wouldn’t they surrender to me to save his valuable life..course it will be a lie but they wouldn’t know that and they would surrender and then find out what true pain is very quickly, it will become a slave compound...Redwall abbey, yes the name will be Redwall Compound and the name Redwall will suit it after my fight, after its full of slaves. I may need to build a wall around certain areas of it like the orchards and the fields as can’t let one just go there..rooms will become places where slaves sleep and other rooms will belong to those in charge, my horde beasts"

Marek shakes his head" I know a thing or two as well...that place will fight when under shadow of war, and Benar used to be a fighter so you may find him not some whimpering woodlander as you so picture it, not some pushover easily ordered around"

Kolur smirks "We shall see, you tend to forget he is responsible for the lives of those at the abbey so he won’t fight in order to protect them, this goes both ways you see..he won’t fight back to save them..they won’t fight to save him...it’s a win for me and a lost for them"

Marek frowns, he knows the marten has a point. He takes a deep breath and speaks again "Well then I will make it my aim to rip out your throat if you do kill the abbot, trust me I will enjoy killing you Kolur"

Kolur chuckles "Well maybe me and you can fight in the pits and see who wins but not today." He nods to the guards "Lock him up for a couple days with no food or water and we can see how fight back he is after that" The guards nod and go to take the stoat away.

Marek... as taken away looks to Kolur "I look forward to it, bring it on!!"