Quinten Log 103 - 29 04 2006
The River Moss
The waters of the great River Moss soak you through as you move out into its lazy flow. The waters are far from clean and clear here, though, the river has picked up much dirt and dust on its way to the sea. This has turned the water's color to a pale and dirty brown. Everyso often the movement of a fish can be detected in the water or on the surface, but they seem to be keeping away from the beasts in the water for the most part. The trees that over hang the river weave a tight mesh and block out much of the sun light from either side, even in the winter months. This lends a sort of calm and relaxed aura to this part of the river as it nears the Old Stone Bridge that allows beasts to cross the river without swimming in it.
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Quinten is perched on a log ink pot balanced next to him and a piece of parchment resting on a board in his lap as he slowly works on something. around him the bank of the river is bustling with activity. The otters and shrews and some hares are singing away some ditty about lunch whilst everyone else is trying to get at the lunch being prepared.
Athari seems to be quite busy, himself; the otter healer is grinding up various leaves and such that he had found in the forest, earlier, then depositing them into tiny pouches which he puts in his satchel. When the time comes for the return trip to the mountain, he'll definitely be well prepared and should be able to restock his supplies. Occasionally he glances up at the commotion around him, a smile crossing his muzzle; he seems to enjoy seeing everyone in such a good mood. It -is- lunchtime, however, which would explain that.
Quinten looks up from his writing, chewing on the end of his quill, he nods a hello to the otter healer, not spoken to them before, he stares off towards the fire and smiles softly at the antics of some of the recruits as they try to filch food without being caught
Athari returns Quinten's nod, lifting a hefty paw in a greeting gesture. "Afternoon," he offers, politely. He too notices the food stealing going on, and he chuckles heartily. "Th'way things look, it's like they think we're gonna run outta food soon 'er somethin'..." he winks to the hare.
Quinten laughs softly and smiles "Ye'd think so sah, but then we'll be at the abbey soon, the chance to steal food will be rather limited wot with training and abbey mice guarding the doors to the kitchens" he smirks at that idea and flicks his ears
Athari nods at that, "Aye, mate. I'd like t'see 'em try n'sneak food out from under the Abbey cook's nose. I'm sure there'll be a lotta paws bein' smacked with ladles, heh..." he grins. "Seen plenny o'that when I lived there, I did..." He goes back to his work, shaking his head slowly in amusement at the memory.
Quinten dips his quill back into the ink and writes a few more lines and then looks up "Sorry i'm Quinten sah, Fighter recruit first class"
Athari offers the hare another smile. "Are ya now? Well, nice t'make yer acquaintance, sir. Th'name's Athari, an' I think it's a good thing ya haven't met me b'fore, mate...I'm th'resident healer of th'mountain," he chuckles. "Jus' keep yerself outta harm's way an' I don't think you'll 'ave t'see me very often..."
Quinten frowns and lowers his quill "You are....since when sir? I've been in the infirmary several times since joining the patrol, Colonel Zoe is the chief Healer surely?"
Athari nods, "Aye, she was for a good while. I stayed in th'backgroun' an' watched how things tended t'go, she was kinda trainin' me in what t'do in different situations. I been here maybe a coupla seasons now, n'am jus' startin' to get used t'things aroun' th'mountain. That's prolly why y'haven't seen me much, mate..." he smiles.
Quinten frowns at this information "if ye say so...but last aye checked there'd been no announcement of tha Colonel stepping down from any of her posts"
Athari puts another one of the little pouches back into his satchel. "Well, nothin's been official jus' yet, mate, but I been helpin' out as much as I can. I fixed up Rahier a few days ago, an' I been keepin' an eye on Flaxpaw. Actually that's th'reason I came along with th'rest o'you." he chuckles softly. "Th'kid c'n be a pawful sometimes, but she's got a good 'eart."
Quinten nods his head "Oh well sah i wasn't aware Flax was in any bother right now"
Athari laughs, "She's not, an' I hope t'keep it that way, heheh." He winks, "She's been 'elpin me out th'last coupla days, so she should be outta yer fur fer th'most part. She's actually been showin' interest in helpin' t'heal others instead o'fightin, which I find promisin'. Not many young hares tend t'go in that direction, mate."
Quinten nods his head "Aye i've seen sah, well my skills lie in tha direction of writing as you may know, it is what i do when not training"
Athari's eyes seem to light up with this information. "That so? Wot kinda stuff do ya write, if'n ya don't mind an 'ole otter askin'?" He rummages around in his satchel for something. "In my younger seasons I used t'write a bit meself..."
Quinten nods his head and chews on his quill "Reports mostly, me life at sala journal" he holds out a sheath of parchment to you to read"
Athari reaches out to take the offered parchment, and he quickly ducks as a bowl of salad goes flying over his head, attempting to move out of the way as a pair of young hares scramble to go after it. "I see," he replies, scanning over what he was handed. "I thought about doin' somethin' like this long ago, jus' never got aroun' to it..."
Quinten smiles and watches the lunch degenerating into a free for all food fight witht he Long-patrol and the GUOSIM. Otters splitting onto either side. Quinten picks up his writing materials and moves to the other side of the log "Just have to make time sir that is all"
Athari chuckles, "Aye, that's true. Usually when I get a bit o'free time, I play my otter-flute. Haven't been able t'do so inna while, been busy with other things..." he pats his satchel where he keeps the flute. He chuckles, shaking his head at the commotion around him, it's as to be expected when you put shrews, hares and otters together.
Quinten flicks his ears and ducks as something goes overhead followed by two shrews and an otter "Right riot this is turning into" he glances about and restoppers his ink jar "Maybe we should move away a bit furhter"
Athari gives a light shrug of his shoulders, "M'used to it actually, but okay." He gathers his things together and stows them away, then moves a short distance away from the melee. He settles his stuff down near a tree, then sinks down near it, resting his back against the trunk.
Quinten pads over to sit next to the otter "This trip has been quite educational really, learnt to pole a raft, row a log boat, repair rafts and do all manner of usefull skills"
Athari nods his head, "Aye, that's good t'hear. One c'n never learn enough useful things. I'm sure all those things'll come in 'andy some day for ya, mate...it'll get ya in good with th'shrews, if anything else..." he chuckles. "An' that's pretty important..."
Quinten laughs and looks over towards the shrews "They are odd little beast though sah, ye got to admit that"
Athari grins, reaching up a paw to scratch lightly at the back of his head. "Aye, that they are, but a fiercer band o'warriors I ain't seen yet. It's a good thing we're not enemies, that's fer sure. They may squabble amongst themselves most o'the time, but that's jus' how they've always been, y'know..."
Quinten chuckles "I've read stories and histories in the mountain library sah, they sure do get up to some crazy things, just a shame there are so few of em about these days"
Athari chuckles softly and nods, "Aye, well, the shrews are born fighters, I'm sure they'll be fine. They've survived many seasons, and I think they'll be aroun' fer many more seasons t'come...that is, if they don't kill each other over lunch!" He grins, the scene slowing down a bit, though there are a couple of shrews tussling over what's left of the food.
Quinten shakes his head and smiles peering into his pack to check he has secured his ink pot properly "Oh i'm not worried about the shrews killing themselves over the food, more the other hares" he grins at the otter and winks "You know wot we are like when it comes ta lunch"
Athari nods, "Aye, that I do, mate, that I do..." he laughs. "Woe be th'beastie carryin' haversacks full o'food when there's 'ungry hares aroun', heheh..."
Quinten smiles "Wot aversackks of food Sah, if hungry hares are around and about then they won't be full at all"
Athari thinks about that for a moment or two, "Aye, yer right, there, heh, though I've seen ottercrews with appetites just as big. Put th'two together, an' ya got mass chaos!"
Quinten laughs "Well as i said its been a fun few days and educational, i never thought i'd be in a position to learn how to pole a raft or row a log boat"
soilclaw room-pages, "may I join?".
Athari begins to rummage around in his satchel again, and this time he seems to have found what he had been looking for; his flute. A grin crosses his scarred muzzle... "Ah, there's the bloody thing! I though I lost it on th'way 'ere. I 'ad this thing since I was an otterpup." He takes out a cloth and begins to clean the instrument...
Quinten looks at the flute and smiles "It is a fine instrument sir" he then spots the mole and raises a paw "Good day to you sir mole, welcome to our lunch time disaster"
soilclaw puts on a comical Face of mock Terror "Oh no Hare hide all the food Dump my avvysack inna big 'ole drop all the food and run before your eaten!"
Ben is laying near a fire with MAxine and Flicktail resting sound asleep nothing bothering him his tail flicking back forth as he sleeps quietly or as quiet as he gets a loud purr.
Athari glances up and eyes the mole for a moment, before his attention turns back to what he was doing. "Thank ye kindly, sir, my granddad made it fer me. Th'whole family were musicians, an' e' wanted me t'grow up t'be th'same. I was fer awhile, til the troupe disbanded...an' that's why I made my way to Redwall. Stayed there for a time an' trained as a healer under th'mouse Silverleaf...then I left an' went t'Salamanderstron."
Quinten nods his head "Well sah i am sure your a great flute player and an even better healer, go on give us a tune?" he eyes the mole and winks "Never fear good friend mole, your food has probably already been scoffed"
soilclaw says, "I don't want to pry but. why did the troupe disband?"
soilclaw winks and looks in to the haversack and has his mouth open in mock surprise saying "Oh no Yore roight tis all gone You scoffed et all!"
Athari peers down at his flute as a tune is requested, and he chuckles modestly. "Aw, now, most of us jus' ate, I dun wanna disturb anyone with noise, y'know..." He shifts beneath the tree he is sitting under, his attention caught by the question directed his way. "Eh, s'a long story, mate. I'll jus' say that it was a lot more dangerous n'we thought, draggin' a painted cart all aroun' th'forest night n'day. Seems not everybeast liked music n'dancin'."
Quinten smiles sadly "Arrr we're all full of sad an depressing music, go on Athari sir play us a tune ta lift our spirits, this weather is not helping either"
Swiftgale smiles sadly as well he knows what she means.
soilclaw says, "you'm play thoi flute an' oi'll sing summit wid you oi'm Ay gurt singer beast."
Athari can't really refuse now that the attention seems to be on him. He gives a small shrug. "Ah well, wot th'heck? Keep in mind I 'aven't played inna long time, I'm a bit rusty y'see." He grins for a moment, before bringing the flute to his muzzle. After a moment, he begins to play a soft yet cheerful tune, the notes twirling and rising up towards the forest canopy, filling the area with pleasant sound.
Quinten smiles and leans back against the tree, closing his eyes and listening contendly to the tune benig played"
Athari plays for a few moments longer, after soilclaw finishes with his song, and he lowers the flute with a grin. He winks to the mole, "Aye, thank ye fer th'accompaniment, mate. Y'know anything else?"
Quinten smiles and claps his paws together "It was nice, thank you both of you, i enujoyed that"
soilclaw asks, "Yes But oi'm to toird an' yore song reminded Moi of my favoroit dessert do you'm have any cooks here ? Cause Oi bee Ay Cook oi lurv asperimentin' oi Surely do ."
Quinten yawns and stands up, picking up his pack and moving towards the raft he was travelling on "Well if ye will excuse me aye need to finish me writing before we get going again"
Swiftgale says, "I am surprised You have something to wright about this is pretty laid back pretty much the same thing."
Quinten looks at Swiftgale "Wot? I've got plenty of things to write about Swiftgale," he carries on towards the raft "Was writing before i spoke to athari"
Ben is over playing with the rope to one of the rafts as he is bored not seeing the string is not going to hold forever with his claws.
Quinten is on his raft now sat back down with his back to the shore, parchment spread out before him as he writes away, dipping his quill in the ink
Things fall silent as they wait for the order to move on out.
- Some Time Passes -
Mossflower Woods
You stand somewhere between the threshold of the forest and the small dirt road that lies before you. You look up it, and down it, and see that it stretches as far north and south as you can see. Closer to the north, you can see the ruins of a small chapel through the trees. Behind you lies the dense forest.
"C'mon, Recruits...! Keep up the pace, eh-wot? We're not but a coupla hours off from the abbey, 'n' yer slowin' up /now/, when everythin's all but done!" The Colonel - Zoe - is keeping up a good pace for an 'old and broken'. She's walking with the Recruits, as she's done for much of the marching, and she pats one on the shoulder as she walks beside them.
Quinten turns his head and smiles widely at the Colonel's words, thank heavens they are almost there, its nice to be on the march again and not messaing about on the river, as nice as their travelling companions had been its nice to be dry and not have to worry about getting soaked again. He picks up the pace a bit smiling at the recruit next to him.
Once again, Jarril has been keeping himself to himself for pretty much the entire trip. The hare having not spoken much since they have left the western shore as he brings up the rear now, keeping a look in case anything may happen from behind. Crouching down as he looks to the hares moving along, he gives a look behind him, staring into the forest.
Flaxpaw marches along, watching the ground to see if she cann identify any more of the herbsAthari's been showing her, and casting occasional glances toward the end of the group, thinks she saw the majah back there at some point in the getting ready to move. /sigh/.
Swiftgale The features ON his face Light up He is Glad to be moving not stuck in the boats or on the shoreand runs up to Soilclaw who is keeping up with the pace well even though he is a mole.
soilclaw is searching for some edible herbs and spices he is currently chewing on a few herbs He stops and starts to pick up a few potatoes and is back in the group.
Ben is traveling as fast as his little paws can take him following Zoe_Lang, looking at the recurits he suddenly darts in front of them mewing softly as he does so, his tail waving like a flag being silly.
Zoe_Lang notices Quinten looking around at her, and to him she grins, looking over the heads of a couple other recruits to address him. "And how're you doin', Quinten? Feelin' fit? Ready fer some good ole abbey cookin'?"
Quinten salutes the Colonel happily and smiles "You bet ma'am am as fit as a fiddle an dry for about the first time in a week, those otters and shrews sure drove us hard, after we all "volunterred" he grins at that and tips an ear "Was glad to learn those skills those"
Ben pounces back so that he is right behind Zoe not knowing any better cutting in front of the recruits crossing right in front of them, almost as if to trip them.
Zoe_Lang chuckles, ducking her head as she nods. "Aye, well, that's the whole point o' this trip - expandin' your skills. You'll be surprised when they'll come in handy, y'know?" She smiles.
Quinten jumps sideways to avoid falling over Ben and nods to the Colonel as he moves back into line "Yes ma'am though all these trees..." he looks about and shudders, ears falling back "It's a tad spooky, i like wide open spaces"
Jarril pauses and looks about again, his ears erect and being rather attentive to all the noises that are happening around him, giving another look behind him he moves on to keep up the rear with a few other hares but remains silent, though some conversations do reach his ears, the major knowing what dense forest is having been here a few times.
Swiftgale Smiles and thinks of all the things they learned and watches Soilclaw getting thing not really sure what he is doing So he asks "Soilclaw wot are ya doing getting all those herbs?"
Zoe_Lang's eyebrows go up, turning to follow Ben's destructive path with her eyes. When he crosses far enough away that the Colonel can no longer really see him, she takes a moment to look around and up at the trees overhead. "Spooky, lad? I'd think ya'd welcome a change o' scenery from the shores." She chuckles, shaking her head. "Ah well. The abbey's fairly open. Nice big clearin's inside o' the walls. Surrounded by forest, 'course, but I think you'll feel comfortable there."
Quinten smiles and nods and then seems to remember something "Doesn't it...border the Grasslands?" he looks up at the trees and stumbles over a rut in the path and knocks the recruit ahead "Sorry old chap"
Flaxpaw slows, and stops as she notices one plant in particular that she was interested in, uncharacteristicly uninterested in the dibbun up ahead of her. She mutters a quick apology to the recruit behind her who has almost tripped on her, and steps aside to let the line pass. "Hmmm...think it really is..." she mutters, leaning over.
soilclaw speeds up abit to catch up to The Colonel and asks "excuse moi Miz but are us'ns goin' to stoip an' eat afore us'ns get to the Abbey?"
"Mm, yes. One side o' the Dirt Road's forest, 'n' the othah side's grasslands..." The Colonel looks about to say something else when Soilclaw catches up to her to speak. She glances to the side at the mole, offering him a small smile and a shake of her head. "No, lad. We'll be there shortly, though."
Quinten nods and smiles wistfully "I grew up on the far side of the grasslands, near the great western range, its like i've come full circle ma'am" he smiles and darts around the recruits in front of him to be closer to the colonel and pick up his pace to match hers "I cannot waitt to see the abbey" peering south
Ben darts across the lines again suddenly stopping in the middle. He meows loudly looking at the recruits purring as loud as he can having fun but being a tad trouble some.
"Have ya seen the drawin's in the library, son?" The Colonel continues forward, though her attention is drawn by the trouble-making Ben. Her eyebrows go up, and she calls out. "Now, now, don't make me take ya up by the scruff o' yer neck like yer mothah'd do if she was here..."
Quinten chuckles softly at the dibbun and shakes his head "Aye watch out young un, don't want to upset the Colonel." he looks sideways at her "yes ma'am i have, we should be able to see the gable first right?"
Ben blinks and is feeling a bit onary today and turns sicking his tongue out not realizing what he is doing before its to late. Being rather defiant today having been good most the trip he felt he should get to have fun.
Rather than being angry by Ben's action, the Colonel merely rolls her eyes. ".. Aye, well, yer welcome t' do that as much as ya want, s'long as it's out o' our walkin' path." She turns back around, then looks to Quinten thoughtfully. "... Y'know, I think I'll just take yer word fer it, lad. It's been a few seasons since I was last there. Mind's not s'sharp as it used t' be."
Quinten laughs softly and points south "Aye ma'am we should see ti rising up above the treetops first, bit hard to miss i'm guessing redstone agianst all this green, meant to have a weather vane ontop"
Flaxpaw finally gets moving again, further back in the line than the others, but marching again.
soilclaw is marching scanning the hourisan for Redwall
Zoe_Lang, too, turns her eyes to the tree line, as if it should appear at the mere mention of it. When it doesn't, she smiles slightly to herself and shakes her head. "... We'll see it soon enough."
Quinten smirks and tips his ears "Bet i can see it before you ma'am" he looks at the trees for a bit and smiles "it will be an interesting time i think, being here at the abbey, just hope it doesn't delay my training too much"
Jarril has stopped, looking about as the others continue onwards and looks behind him, flicking an ear he stares with a slight frown but after a short while he turns around and heads onwards again.
Ben moves along walking behind Zoe again meowing softly as he walks with them his tail waving like a flag again.
Zoe_Lang shakes her head, quickly. "Nah - nah. Majah Jarril's to make sure o' that, m'lad. You'll find yer time /quite/ taken up by yer duties, 'm sure." Speaking of Major
Jarril, the Colonel sends a glance over her shoulder and frowns.
Quinten looks down at Ben and offers him his arms, offering to pick up the little cat, he glances at the Colonel adn sighs "I'm half dreading that part ma'am....normal recruit training...and all my abbey novice duties....they are both hefty timetables as it is....i'm scared i'll not be able to manage it,"
Ben meows and nods his head to Quinten, reaching his paws up to be carried he will take the offer, already starting to purr loudly. his tail waving in the air.
Zoe_Lang chuckles, shaking her head. "If it was more'n you could handle, you wouldn't be on this trip, lad. We wouldn't do that to a recruit who wasn't ready." She watches Quinten and Ben.
Quinten laughs softly and picks up Ben holding hiim firmly in his paws and resting him against his arms "Thanks ma'am i won't let your trust in me be wrong...how many of us are stayin here anyway?"
At the question, she merely smiles and shrugs. "I'm sure you'll come t' know the numbah well enough in the next few days. They'll be yer closest friends fer the next coupla seasons."
Quinten smiles and nods "I'll be like a stranger when i come back home ma'am...though still the same height" he chuckles and shifts Ben in his arms "I seem to have stopped growing"
Jarril using a sling, the major sends a pebble to hit one of the apples hanging from a tree and catches the falling apple in his paw. Taking a bite, he begins to eat it.
Flaxpaw smiles a little as one of the other recruits stops, drawing her attention from her mopeing. "hey, Joss." she looks the direction he's pointing, and nods. "redwall's that close?" has been nmore intent on trying to catch sight of the majah than on what's going on around her.
Quinten laughs and points ahead "There ma'am see the weather vane" he grins at her, paw held out pointing to the dark metal object visible above the treetops
"Stopped growin', eh? Well, ya may surprise yerself yet, so we'll jus' see." The Colonel looks around to Flaxpaw, then, just in time for Quinten to make his announcement. Her eyebrows go up and she grins to the young doe. "Guess that answahs yer question, huh?" She looks back around, and indeed, there it is. She calls out over her shoulder, "The abbey's in sight! Pick up the pace, folks! We'll be eatin' dinnah before the sun's down!"
Quinten laughs happily now its in sight, eager to get there, picking up the pace indeed "Oh no ma'am, me pa was short, so was me mam i'm gonna be a right Delmanare i can tell you, proper shortuns, come along lets go get in those abbey kitchens"
Jarril idly pops in the apple cork, swallowing it as he looks around at his fellow hares and grins. Picking up the pce is what he does best and it isn't long before he's gone around the whole bunch of hares and is now right in the front, the major not having eaten much at all, sticking to runnah rations, the mention of food and lots of it is the right motivation to the hare.
Quinten spots the Major and grins he shifts Ben to his shoulders and picks up the pace, not going to let the Major beat him there if he can help it, marching faster as he goes to try and catch him up, he smile at him and salutes.
The Patrol's mood seems to have been jumpstarted. Nearly double-timing it, they continue through the woods, snapping branches and trampling the underbrush as they go.
RW Abbey: Entry
The flat, open area between Great Hall and the main gates of the Abbey has been kept neatly cleared of the snow which otherwise piles up in drifts about the walls of the ancient building, and the steps leading up both to Great Hall and the ramparts have been painstakingly freed of ice, to avoid sprained spaws that might otherwise slip. Pathways through the snow have also been made for the more well traveled routes of Redwall, most especially to the open grounds and the pond. The gatehouse roof is bristling with icicles. It's quite cold, and your breath is visible in front of your face.
There is a bustle of activity here, and you can hear the occasional murmur of a passing conversation. The sun is high overhead, and shadows are small. All is bright.
Garn is sat on the lawns outside the abbey building, sat on a blanket with an assortment of beads and stones spread out before him, he is slowly braiding his long shaggy head fur,
Hanna strolled up from the south, humming a bit, glad to be back at redwall after the traveling she done. she didn't notice the other otter at first but seeing both him and the beads moved over to admire the beads and stones.
The beads are an assortment of coloured glass, metal and stone, he is sliding them onto strands of his head fur and then plaiting several of the strands together
Hanna smiles at the otter in slight amusment. and brushing some of her own tiny braids out her eyes comments "interesting look for a male."
Garn smiles up at Hanna "Oh Miss Hanna isn't it? when did you get back to the abbey?" he carries on working on his head fur "And my father wore huis fur like this, it is finally long enough again to do it"
Furgo steps outside from the Great Hall..
Furgo has arrived.
You room-page, "http://redwall.muck.limitless.org/Members/Quinten/index_html/document_view take a peek in the picture folder and the pictures of Garn one of them shows the picture of me with this hairdo"
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Setting, Short Description, set with: Braided Head Fur it is (Garn)
Garn is an Otter almost 7 feet tall, His clothing is a mix and match of old cast off woollens and new. He's wearing a thick turtle neck sailors jumper of very thick brown dyed wool. On his legs he's sporting a pair of rough green trousers, they reach down to his ankles and the wool they have been made from is untreated or combed. His front paws are encased in a pair of velvet gloves with the fingers cut off to allow them to poke through.
His fur is about two inches thick, but still quite short compared to normal, it also still lacks that oiled sheen you see on most otters, it does however look healthy, his head fur has grown out part way, curling about the base of his neck..
His tail sticks out behind, long and thick, muscled and covered in brown fur, the fur is lying flat running up to his tail tip. around the tip of his tail a small bronze ring has been attached carved with an intricate pattern.
Over his head he is wearing a green hood, its not attached to the rest of his clothing but it covers his entire head leaving just his ears and muzzle poking out and is tied in place by a cord around the neck.
The otter seems to have filled out nicely, though his eyes are still haunted and his body slender and underweight. Over the top of his thick jumper he is wearing a dark black over coat, it is very fine and beautifully made and it helps to keep him even warmer then before.
Hanna smiles down at the otter, a bit surprised that he knows her because she's never met him, at least she thinks not..."yes, i'm Hanna. and Who might you be." she still can't get over the hair.
Garn laughs and smiles softly "I'm Garn, Garn Uxibarie and sorry for using your name, i heard you'd come back and guessed you where here as i'd not seen you before
she is a more than a little shocked that her name is known to anybeast here. used to not being know as much of anything i heartens her. sticking out a paw she saws "Well, hello to you Garn Uxibarie"
Hanna says, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
Garn smiles and shakes the paw "Your welcome miss Hanna and please just garn is fine" he carries on sliding beads onto his head fur, securing each braid with a large wooden ball on the end"
Hanna pushes back the braids from her eyes agian commenting "how long have you been here at redwall Garn?"
A badger Runs in for the gate And hurls his large staff at the two Foes in front of him. )
Furgo walks out from Great Hall, a paw in each opposing habit sleeve, humming.
You page, "Erm...who was that? that seemed rather impossible considering how the abbey gates are usually locked and all" to Furgo.
Garn smiles "I've been here since the end of autumn last year, they are going to let me live here"
A piece of parchment blocks your vision. It says: I guess Avoryn. But yeah, it is kinda impossible. That's why I ignored it. Sincerely, Furgo T. Sprucetail (to you)
Hanna smiles "that wonderful. though i don't live here it can almost seem like home. it's so, so, welcoming." she looks down at Garn to see if he even understood her, as she knows she is being sappy and vague.
Avoryn walks in slowly and takes a look around. He sighs and sits down slowly
Hanna looks over at Avoryn and smiles.
Furgo sees GArn, and waves.
Garn chuckles and nods his head "I know what you mean Miss Hanna" he finishes his last braid and tosses them back over his shoulder with a clack and clatter. He then smils at Furgo "Furgo my friend good day to you"
Avoryn looks at the two in front of him "ah, Hello"
Furgo says, "How's it going?"
Hanna smiles at both furgo and Avoryn. "hello."
Garn looks up at the badger and nods a hello, braid clicking before he turns back to the mouse "I am well Furgo, i think i can happily say i'm a 100% better"
Avoryn lets out a long sigh and hesitates, deciding not to speak
Furgo smiles.
Garn looks up at the badger "Is something wrong mister badger?"
Hanna looks at the ditraught Badger, she thinks she seen him before a haylard village but then he had a purple mouse with him. she feels bad because she beleives no one should feel sad. with exception to her self.
Avoryn looks up at garn from his seat "ran into a little trouble at my old house"
Garn smiles sadly "Oh i am sorry to hear that friend badger, still you are safe here in the Abbey"
Avoryn looks up and almost smiles "that's true"
Garn stands up and smiles "Come along Avoryn we should close those front gates back up"
You room-page, "change Avoryn for mister badger as i do nt know your name :P"
Torwin slips in through the gates just then, nodding to the beasts and giving an "Evenin'" before slipping into the gatehouse.
Furgo waves.
Avoryn stands up "uhkay
Geralde walks over from the open ground, leaning on a stick, his leg still bandaged.
Garn smiles at Torwin and waves a paw and then walks over to the main gates laying a paw on one of the doors
Torwin comes out from the gatehouse, his weapons now gone. He pauses as he looks about, "So warrants the crowd?"
Garn smiles at Torwin as he leans into the wood of the gate starting to push it closed "It is a beautiful spring day sir, i was just sitting outside doing my head fur"
Avoryn begins to help push the gate shut
Garn smiles at Torwin as he leans into the wood of the gate starting to push it closed again form where Avoryn left it open "It is a beautiful spring day, i was just sitting outside doing my head fur it is too nice to be inside"
Avoryn begins to help push the gate shut
Geralde waves to Furgo, GArn, and everyone else.
Furgo waves back to Geralde.
Garn tips his tail at Geralde and grunts, putting his back into his gate, its swinging shut slower then Avoryn's, a badger being able to push a large wooden gate easier and faster then an otter, no matter how tall.
Garn is an Otter almost 7 feet tall, He's wearing a thick turtle neck sailors jumper of very thick brown dyed wool. On his legs he's sporting a pair of rough green trousers, they reach down to his ankles and the wool they have been made from is untreated or combed. His front paws are encased in a pair of velvet gloves with the fingers cut off to allow them to poke through.
His fur is thick and luxurious with that sheen of healthy oils otters have, His head fur is by far the longest, it reaches down past his shoudlers and has been braided, stands of fur taken and woven into thick braids.
The braids are adorned with beads in various colours and materials. He has round stone beads and flat metal rings, all dark in hue and colour to compliment his head fur. At the base of each thick braid a large beige wooden ball hangs, securing the braid and holding it together. They have a habit clicking and clacking as he moves his head.
His tail sticks out behind, long and thick, muscled and covered in brown fur, the fur is lying flat running up to his tail tip. around the tip of his tail a small bronze ring has been attached carved with an intricate pattern.
The otter is trim and fit, in good health and body, his eyes have a spark of intelligence and gentle innocence within them. Over the top of his thick jumper he is wearing a dark black over coat, it is very fine and beautifully made and it helps to keep him even warmer then before.
Picture Drawn for me of Garn - [1]
Torwin chuckles and says, "Fair enough." He then looks as the otter grunts, "Got that?"
The gate closes under Garn's pressure... until suddenly something wooden thunks upon it on the other side and starts pushing back. And then, two large, slightly ragged ears appear around its edge, and then a face. "... Hullo?" The Colonel grins, as several other hares appear in the opening which remains in the closing gate.
Garn says, "Aye'll be fine tis just the gate, it's easy enough tae close" he then barks in surprise as something hits the gate and stops it from closing. He stares at the hares in bewilderment "Oh...hello we we're not expecting guests....or hares.." he hooks his paws into the gate and starts to pull it open again, "Sorry....didn't see you coming down the road.""
Standing outside, Jarril is keeping the other hares as quiet as he can but he's just as anxious to get inside himself as he listens to the colonel speak.
Avoryn says, "Well, I best be getting home then..." He begins to head of towards the gate "It's been a pleasure"
Quinten smiles and has taken advantage of marching next to the Colonel to poke his head around the gate with hir, he watches the otter struggling to pull the large gate open again and gives him a helpin-paw, leaning into it and pushing.
Torwin looks up as he hears the thunk and smiles as he sees Zoe. "Good evenin' Colonel. Bit far from the mountain aren't you?"
Zoe_Lang cranes her neck around the gate to observe Garn's tugging attempts. She smiles a little bit and continues through the gate. "Not expectin' us? Yer sure about that?" She looks around to Torwin. "Oh... aye, a bit far. We've got some trouble-makin' hares fer you lot to borrow fer a bit. Figured you could use s'more folks fer chores 'n' the like." She glances around at Quinten, then points. "See? Nice 'n' young, ready to do all yer heavy luggin'." Grin.
Flaxpaw takes the abbey and the welcoming party in, looking around eagerly.
Geralde smiles.
Garn steps back as the hare is joined by a couple of others, watching the gate swing open and bump into the far wall "Oh... well maybe we were...Furgo.." he turns to the mouse "Maybe you'd best go get someone" the otter is dithering, not at all sure wot to do, then the penny drops "Wait..Colonel...Mountain your the long patrol" he stares at them all "Oh someone run down and lock the kitchen too..."
Jarril pads in and smiles. "Aww, and keep us from the bally food, where's the hospitality in that, wot." The major looking about now that he's inside. "Hmmm, just as I remember it."
Further back in the group, many of the recruits haven't even gotten near the gates yet. Most of them are warm and tired, and have sore feet, and are anxious to get inside, which leans to some general unrest, with hares shoving each other, and muttering angrily.
Torwin grins and looks at quinten, "Aye, maybe we'll send him down to the quarry to get some sandstone for us then" the squirrel jokes. He then walks to the group of hares, glancing at garn and chuckling, "Good luck on that on mate." As he nears the hares he offers a paw out to Zoe, "Well welcome to Redwall."
Furgo goes in to fetch somebody.
Quinten pants and leans against the gate wiping his brow "Oof tha thing is heavy," he then moves further inside, stepping past the Major to look up at the great Redstone building, awe in his eyes "Its so big...." he looks at Torwin "Aye'm here to train sah, you tell me wot to do an i'll do it.." he looks about eagerly "An i thought you had a belltower?"
Geralde says, "It collapsed in the Earthquake I'm told."
Furgo returns after a moment with one of the brothers. He takes out a black journal, and jots something down. The brother that Furgo had brought goes over towards the hares.
Garn looks at Torwin and breathes deeply, good someone seems to know what is going on, he moves towards the hare who spoke about hospitality, trying to work out his rank "Well...erm captain?" he guesses starring at Jarril's uniform "I was joking...you may have to wait for us to prepare something.." he looks over the recruits "Though...they can stay out of my scullery i ...won't have them breaking things in there"
Furgo continues writing in the journal, then quickly closes it.
Jarril looks at Garn and chuckles. "Er, majah actually." Coughing a bit before carrying on. "Don't worry, I am here ta make sure that these recruits of ours don't get into any trouble." The major gives Quinten a side glance before returning to face Garn.
Quinten turns to Geralde and smiles "That is a shame....i was looking forwards to seeing it.." he moves furter away from the gate looking up at the great building and smiling at the sparrows flying about over head watching us. "Can you believe the size of it"
Zoe_Lang smiles at the squirrel's welcome, glad to have someone her own age to address. She takes the offered paw, gripping his wrist and giving a firm shake. "Thanks, mate. Glad t' be here. As you c'n probably guess, we're..." She laughs, "Pretty bloody starvin'! Don't s'pose the good abbey could spare somethin'? We've got rations, but..." She grins.
Furgo puts his pen back in his habit pocket, and wipes his paws.
Geralde smiles.
Dandelion is getting annoyed where he's standing, far at the back. He still hasn't seen much of the abbey, and his feet are getting really sore, and some other recruit's pack is right in his face, too.
Garn looks at the Major and blushes somewhat, braided hair clicking "Oh sorry Major...well be welcome to Redwall Abbey..lets see about getting you and your recruits inside and fed shall we, oh my Sister Felicity going to have a heart attack...all those beds to put up....and Brother Augustus...well" he grins at the thought of how Augustus will react to all these hares and laughs "
Flaxpaw contents herself with muttering mutinously to her fellow recruit, Joss. The words "starvin....worse than shrews....cads..." may be audible to anyone nearby.
Torwin chuckles and says, "Well I'm sure the cook'll be able to take care of you and your hares." He then glances about "But lets get you off your paws and head inside." He looks to Garn and says, "I think they probably already got a head start on that mate. We've been expecting them." He looks back to the colonel. "Anyhow, lets move inside then."
Jarril nods and moves to the side nodding his head for the other hares to make their way in before responding back to Garn. "Ah, we can help in putting up those beds, no need ta increase ya workload, wot."
Furgo seems to remember something. He take sout his journal, and jots something else down, slower this time.
Quinten has spotted the mouse in the habit writing in his book and sidles on over to peer at his journal "Hey there..." he holds out a paw, shifting his pack on his back "I'm Recruit Quinten nice to meet you erm....abbeybeast" he goes for a nice easy title not sure if he's a brother or a novices or wot.
Furgo looks up, and shake sthe paw. "Hi. I'm Novice Furgo."
Athari has entered the Abbey quietly behind everyone else; the otter is his usual, quiet self, and he gives the occasional nod and smile to whoever looks in his direction. He grasps his walking stick in one paw, making his way the rest of the way in.
Geralde just watches.
Everyss pages, "Why are there so many people at the redwall abbey entry...?" to Athari, Dandelion, Flaxpaw, Furgo, Garn, Geralde, Jarril, you, Torwin and Zoe_Lang.
( At Torwin's words, the Colonel offers an appreciative nod and a grin. She then turns to address the the mass of hares, some pushing forward to try and get in and off their rather tired footpaws. "A'right, folks! All that marchin' 'n' raftin' 'n' sleepin' on the ground's ovah! We're here! Fer the evenin', yer entertainment's yer own. Sleep or eat or get t' know folks, 'tis up to you. T'morrah the recruits'll be sorted out, 'n' the rest we'll get to." She makes a sweeping gesture, gesturing them all in. Turning back to Torwin, she moves to follow him in. )
Garn smiles and shakes his head "Oh my....that is so kind of you Major really any help would be welcome we have plenty of room for you all.." he claps his paws together braids clacking "This will be lovely, having guests after the long winter"
Quinten hears the Colonel's dismissal and grins at Furgo "Pleasure to meet you Novice Furgo, hope you're ready for a wild bunch of long patrol recruits as the colonel just broke down the damn" he turns to watch his friends still near the gates and grins
Furgo smiles. "Yes, Brother Augustus will have his paws full and more. Anyhow, I'd best be off. I have to go study." He waves, and walks off.
Jarril nods his head, ears twitching to the sound of Zoe's voice before replying back to Garn. "Aye, no trouble at all, wot. Well unless ya fancy being swarmed by the hares coming in, shall we head away a bit and safety, hmm?"
Furgo has left.
Torwin glances around and chuckles at the recruit's reactions as he leads the way into the great hall, pushing open the doors for the rest of them.
Garn laughs and follows Torwin "Aye Major we'd best get inside before we are trampled, come on Great Hall is this way" he points after the older squirrel and moves after him, black coat swirling around his ankles
Thankfully, Dandelion shuffles inside the Abbey gates and finally gets to watch the abbey itself... He's more interested in finding a spot of soft grass to plop down on though. He dumps his pack, spear, and some other things on the ground and sits down with a loud, deep sigh of relief.
Quinten spots Dande and darts over to him, pack still boucning on his back, "Dande have you seen the size of it" he enthses at his fellow recruit, letting the others stream past, "this is no time for sitting about, come on lets go inside"
Dandelion is too tired to even look up at the moment, caring more about his sore feet. He only responds to Quinten's enthusiasm with a grunt.
Quinten shakes his head "Ahh you great grump Dande come on we'll miss all the food wot, aye'm starving"
Dandelion grudgingly pulls himself to his feet, and looks around. "The gear, then?" he asks, nodding at his equipment and weapon. "I feel like just leavin it..."
Quinten smirks and shifts his pack, he'd love to dump his as well but he knows heshouldn't "If you think the Majuor won't chew you to pieces for leaving your gear cluttering up the abbey go ahead" he winks
"Allrigh, allrigh..." Dandelion mutters, laboriously bending down to pick up his pack, sling it over a shoulder, and then leaning the spear over the other. Thus equipped, he shuffles over to the entry.
Quinten bounds along after you, now that he's here the short buck has gone and picked up enthusiasm from someplace, he stops to wave at a bunch of abbey dibbuns, squirrels, a few moles, several mice and a hedgehog, they stare at us and giggle and run off into the bushes to peer out at us. Quinten stops on the steps outside the doors and grins "Come on Dande this will be great" and with that he dashes inside
RW Abbey: Great Hall
The Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. Countless paw falls have echoed from these stones, and untold numbers of feasts and merry gatherings have been held here. A table, not nearly so grand or large as its predecessors, but quite functional for mealtimes, rests near the center of the hall. Chairs exist here aplenty, though most of them are obviously not from the same set. Many of the stained glass windows are broken, and have been patched with canvas and boards to fend against the elements. The floor is clean and swept. A fire is kept burning in the fireplace at almost all times of the day and night, and there are several more comfortable chairs and cushions set up here, of varying sizes. One looks large enough to easily accommodate a badger.
The Tapestry hangs proud and tall, and while the rest of Redwall may still bear the scars of natural disaster, this most famous of Redwall's relics remains unharmed by beast, time, or the elements. The figure of Martin the Warrior seems to be watching over his own with an unchanging, kindly gaze.
Shadows are long in the dying evening light.
Garn comes walking through the doors with Dande in tow, he looks around at the recruits and grins, he moves over to the Major and salutes "Uhm sah...any idea what i'm meant todo with all this" he shifts his pack.
Quinten comes walking through the doors with Dande in tow, he looks around at the recruits and grins, he moves over to the Major and salutes "Uhm sah...any idea what i'm meant todo with all this" he shifts his pack.
Athari seems to be impressed with what had been done here so far as well; it really hadn't been -that- long since he had lived here last, but it is definitely nice to see the place again. He slowly makes his way over towards the tapestry, and he peers up at it, smiling to himself. He glances back at Zoe and the recruits, before heading back over to join them again.
Garn spots the otter who arrived with the hares and moves towards him, the tall otter towering above everyone else in the hall "Howdy there matey, tis good to see another otter here"
Jarril nods his head at the recruits that have come to him. "I think ya supposed ta go with that mouse over there." The major pointing towards Sister Felicity. "She will show ya where ya be sleeping."
Quinten salutes the Major and grins happily "Thanks sir...and sir...thanks for letting me come...this place...its amazing" he turns and hops off across the hall, stopping to stare at the tapestry and the windows before scrambling after the last recruit up the stairs, joining the sister as she heads out of sight, starting to chatter at her.
Zoe_Lang looks around when Athari comes up on her right. She reaches out to clap the otter on the shoulder. "C'n you believe this place, I mean, c'n you believe it?" She shakes her head, then, and returns her attention to Torwin. She grins, eyeing him thoughtfully for a moment. "... A'right, now, I'm /sure/ ya hadn't noticed yet, bein' the polite beast ya are." She winks. " exactly the spryest or the youngest anymore. I'm /sure/ I know yer name... but I can't remembah it. What is it?"
Jarril chuckles with a slight shake of his head, speaking to himself loudly. "Ah ta be young again and seeing this place for the first time.." He goes quiet before taking another look about the room, his head looking towards one place that signals one thing, food that away.
Torwin glances to the Major and nods, "Aye, she'll be able to take care of 'em." He then looks back to Zoe and grins, "Eh, I know the feeling. Not sure as we worked together that much whilst you were here when the walls were down so its understandable not remembering my name. Anyhow, the name's Torwin Straightshot."
Athari chuckles softly as Zoe claps him on the shoulder, "Aye, it's definitely lookin' like things are gettin' better 'roun 'ere..." he replies to her. His attention is caught by Garn as he approaches him, and he gives him a grin. "Ahoy, mate..." he replies to him in the old otter lingo. "Aye, tis good t'see anudder otter indeed; they're pretty scarce over at th'mountain..." he jokes, his tail swishing along the ground, giving a couple taps as well.
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