Quinten Log 116 - 18 05 2006

RW Abbey: Great Hall

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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. High above, the stain glass windows give the Great Hall

a beautiful appearance. The glasswork is exceptionally done, crafted

by a skilled artist. 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.

Soft light is slowly beginning to filter in through the stained glass

windows high above your head.

---

Quinten comes walking into the room from outside, dusting his paws down

and looking the worse for wear, his head fur is dishevelled and the hem

of his habbit has some dirt clinging to it, He has been out in the

fields helping out

"I don't know what you mean, sir. How do you do that? Yer just..." He

looks around, grasping for a way of expression himself. "Just...

throwin' words at me. I don't understand."

Slain says with a smile "And there in is the reason for meditation,

give thought to the words and their meanings and an answer will present

it's self."

Quinten spots Harper and Slain and walks towards them "Good day Harper,

Master Slain"

Harper doesn't look any less confused than he did to start, but he

simply nods, giving an ineffective swipe of his mop to the floor. "Yessir."

His eyes shift to Quinten and he nods. "Quint. Hey." He ducks his head,

then, trying to focus a little more on his chore.

Quinten smiles at the lizard and salutes "Thank you sir" he looks at

harper again "Do you need a paw with that Harper? I'm done with the

gardens for now"

Harper glances up with an absent shake of his head. "Nah, I'm good.

Unless you can find a second mop."

Slain bows his head to the two of them "I will you to your duties, if

you need me I will be in the infirmary tending my rounds."

Quinten looks about and nods "Wiat there, i know where i can get a mop

from" he darts towards the stairs leading to cavern hole

Harper watches Slain go with a thoughtful frown, not really even

noticing as Quinten sprints off. "... No mind," he mutters.

Quinten comes back after about five minutes carrying another mop in his

paws "Here we go," he dips it int he water and gets to work "So what

where you and the lizard talking about?"

Harper has returned to mopping by the time Quinten returns, the

everwidening circle of mopped floor backing him slowly into a corner. He looks

up as Quinten returns. He shrugs. "Just... nothing. Nothing." He looks

back down with a contemplative little shrug.

Quinten frows at the other recruit, settling into the task of helping

to make the circle of mopped floor bigger then before "Well Harper....i

won't stink my nose in..."

Slain has left.

Harper's head shakes, his words coming in a distracted manner. "... No,

sorry Quinten. I just want to think about it for a bit. I'll tell you

later, swear it."

Quinten nods "Ok Harper if you want to be alone maybe i should go" he

stops mopping nad leans on it, "Though if we finish i was hoping you'd

come outside and spar with me?"

Harper glances up and over at Quinten with a slight grin. That's caught

his attention. "Spar? Well... maybe if we hurry. I've got class in an

hour."

Quinten nods and splashes his mop back down and begins to work

vigourously "Great i've wanted to spar with someone all week, what shall we

use?"

Harper's eyebrows raise. "Our fists? That's what sparring means." He

gives a shrug, ducking his mop back into the bucket and resuming his work

quickly.

Quinten smirks happily and shifts out a bit, further towards that

corner "Well yes, but i can mean using practice swords too"

Harper shrugs once more and accompanies it with a nod. "Sure. I'm up

for anything, so long as I'm not all ruffled 'n' sweaty fer class." He

quickens his pace, more wetting the floor than really mopping it at this

point. No that the floor's really dirty anyway, with how often it's

cleaned.

Quinten steps back towaards the far corner "Sure fists might be best

then" he grins "I've not had a chance to try my paw against you yet"

Harper smirks, sending a brief but appraising look Quinten's way.

"We'll just have to see how we measure up, I guess." He gives one final

swipe of his mop, finishing his end of the large room.

Quinten shakes his mop out and then shifts it onto his shoulder as he

observes the floor "There i'm done Harper" he grins at the larger buck

"it will be fun to find out"

Harper gives an agreeing nod, retrieving the bucket from where it's

sat. "Here, I'll just go put these away and meet you at the gate. All

right?" He doesn't wait for a response, though, as he turns and heads for

the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

Quinten hurries off to go put his mop away where he found it before

heading out to the gatehouse himelf

- Some Time passes -

The floor in Great Hall is lightly damp still from where it has

recently been mopped, other then that the hall is empty, the front doors

propped open to let in the warm summer air

For the past couple of days since the patrol has left, Jarril has been

busy writing into a book, the major having time to catch up on some

things he wouldn't have time to do back home. Stopping at the bottom

step, the hare looks about for a moment as he considers what to do next.

From the other side of the Great Hall, where the door to the library

is, Keiran is just filling and emptying the door frame with his body,

hobbling into the Hall and making his steady way across it, humming to

himself. Fantastically enough, he doesn't have any books open.

Quinten comes walking into the great hall from outside, dressed in his

recruit uniform he starts to sprint across the hall towards where a

bucket is sat on the floor. He slides to a halt and picks it up "I knew i

forgot something" he then spots Jarril and Keiran "Heeey

major...brother off the floor Harper and I just finished it"

Jarril gives a grin at Quinten. "So what happened to your habit? I

hope ya got in that early morning training I had laid down for ya lot

last night?" The major having put them down for a early morning jog

before their other tasks for today. Shifting the book under his arm he

looks at Keiran and nods slightly to him as well.

Quinten picks up the bucket and nods "Yes sir i did, just finished my

chores too and was about to head out for some sparring...boxing

practice" he grins "Maybe you'd like to join me sir?"

Jarril ponders that one for a moment and shakes his head. "Er, maybe

later, not due back ta the HQ, wot until tomorrow." He looks at the

other hare and back again, glad that such training won't be seen in a

place like this, not one of the major's greatest skills. "I have other

things ta attend ta." He slowly moves from the steps and makes his way

over to where the library is.

Quinten goes downstairs to put the bucket away, but he is not gone long

before he returns to the Great Hall, hovering abuot near the Major and

the Brother whilst waiting for somebeast.

Keiran turns to face the Major as he seems to be heading towards the

library. "Er, 'scuse me, Major. Y'need 'elp with anythin' in there?"

Keiran smiles helpfully at Jarril, brows raised expectantly.

Coming to a stop, Jarril turns to face Keiran. "Ah, hmm. Quite." He

looks at the door and back again. "I wasn't sure but didn't manage ta

find records of about thirty seasons ago, not that I would after recent

events mind." The hare bites his lip. "Trying ta find some

information on my parents when they came here for a quick trip with the patrah

before they got married and all." He pats his book. "Writing my story

but like ta have some more information on my parents, can't exactly ask

them now though."

"Records o'thirty seasons 'go?" Keiran taps his chin, giving it a think

over. "Well, 'f y'lookin 'n th'/lib'ry/ f'things like tha', y'settin'

y'self up f'failure, 'f y'don' min' me sayin' so, Major." He grins,

tapping his staff against the floor a couple times.

Jarril nods. "Aye that's what I found out. Couldn't find any

information on Longears or Starbreeze Fleetpaw at all. Doesn't matter, the

book I am doing really doesn't need that information."

"Nah, what 'm sayin' is we prob'ly 'ave inf'mation like tha'." Keiran

chuckles. "S'jus' not kept 'n th'lib'ry. Soun's like y'd be lookin'

f'somethin' kept by th'Abbey R'corder-- Tomes o'tha' sort are kept 'n

th'Gate 'ouse, where th'Recorder takes residence, tradition'ly."

Quinten shifts at the mention of the recorder and moves towards the two

bucks "Did you say the recorder's records Brother?"

Keiran's ears flick, and he turns toward Quinten. "Yeh, s'wha' I said.

Oh, didn' y'say y'wanted t'apprentice under th'Recorder? 'r maybe

somebeas' else tol' me tha'."

Quinten nods "I told you Brother...and well its something i want to be

able to do, fer the patrol you know so i need to learn"

Jarril keeps quiet for the time being as he nods his head on certain

parts of it. "Well, I can check up on those records later. I can carry

on without that information for the time being."

Keiran grins to Quinten, then to Jarril. "A'righ'. 'f y'need any 'elp

with anythin', 'n th'lib'ry 'r elsewhere, jus' lemme know." At that, he

gives a bow to both of the other hares, and returns to heading towards

his previous destination of the staircase.

Quinten bobs on his paws and nods "Ok Brother, mayhaps you can show me

the recorder records later?"

Jarril hmms and looks at Quinten. "Well, I best get back upstairs and

write some more. Ya keep up on ya training I should help ya on

fighting another time." He turns to go.

Keiran nods to Quinten as he walks, pausing for a moment. "Sure, jus'

let me know when y'c'n go, an' 'opefully I won' be busy. Righ' now,

m'sorta occupied, though, heh." He grins, shrugging apologetically. "Talk

to y'later."

Quinten nodsa nd salutes "Well i need to get back to my training like

the Major said so i'll see you soon Brother"

- Some more time passes and Quin goes to class and then comes back

to the great hall -

Quinten is stood cooling his paws in the hall, he is dressed in his LP

uniform and seems to be waiting for someone

Slain makes his way down into the great hall, he quickly spots the hare

in his uniform instead of the habit he was in earlier "Hello sir

Quinten."

Quinten looks over and salutes the lizard "Just recruit or Quinten is

fine sir"

Slain shakes his head "I am no officer, you have no need to salute me

recruit. Tell me, why are you in your uniform, are you heading back to

the mountain already?"

Quinten shakes hish ead "Oh no, was meant to be meeting a friend and we

where going to go train, but they have not shown up"

Slain nods to him self "I see, well if you would like young warrior I

will train with you."

Quinten ears perk forwards at that "You would? ammeant to be practicing

my paw to paw sparring"

Slain laughs "Well, the sword is only a tool, an extension, how can one

wield it and not know how to fight with out it?"

Quinten grins and moves towards the door "Then if your willing sir? we

should leave the abbey grounds"

Slain nods and follows "Lead the way my friend."

Slain has accepted to ride with you.

RW Abbey: Southern Wall

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The southern wall stretches onward. To the west is the wall's corner,

while to the east the wall continues. South is the meadows, where a few

pieces of sandstone rubble that no one has bothered to clear away can

still be seen, now grown over with weeds and creeper.

---

Quinten leads the way outside to the southern wall gate, he unlocks it

and walks outside to the area just south of the abbey walls where the

long patrol recruits have been training

Slain continues to follow the hare, he takes a bit of rope from his

sash, with a single motion the sleeves of his shirt are tied back and out

of the way.

Quinten shrugs out of his tunic and then his white shirt leaving

himself stripped to the waist, he pulls a pair of gloves out of his belt and

fits them on his paw. they are obviously designed for paw to paw

fighting

Slain gives a quick stretch before facing the hare with a grin "When

ever you are ready."

Quinten smiles and raises hhis paws, bobbing slowly as he circles to

your left

Slain stands his ground with his arms at his sides.

Quinten darts his left paw in, making a quick feint at your chest

Slain doesn't move any thing beyond his tail in a sudden swipe from

almost out of nowhere. It's aim is the hare's chest, the speed and power

behind it is not much more then enough to maybe put the hare back a few

on his hind quarters nothing more.

Quinten smiles and moves his right arm down, going to deflect the tail

attack down into the ground, darting back on his own accord a step or

two, his eyes are watching your body, ignoring your face and eyes,

waiting to see wha tyou will do

Slain continues to stay still like a statue, his tail swishing about a

bit around him. Suddenly it cracks out at the hare like a whip aimed

to stop short of him as a distraction. Should it have worked then he

might find Slain has closed the gap quickly and sent a ralativily soft

open paw blow at the buck's stomach.

Quinten lashes out with both paws, taking the blow to his stomach, one

paw goes to grab the end of your tail whilst the other one is kept back

for defense, his left leg kicking up and out at your shin, and if he

has your tail, he'll yank back on it, going to try and unbalance you

Slain sets one leg back to keep him self based firmly against the

tackle, and his tail is now griped tightly by the buck. With a grin he asks

"Are you afraid of hights?" The kick lands but with his legs based it

does very little.

You say, "I live in a mountain sir, i'm not too bothered by heights, he

leaps left, trying to draw your tail around your front and lashes out

with another foot paw at your stomach"

Slain grins as the tail wraps it's self around the hare's paw, as the

buck is in motion he takes advantage of the hare's new lack of footing

and quickly flicks his tail sky ward with a great deal of strength while

loosening his tail's grip on the paw to launch the hare.

Quinten yells and is caught totally off guard, he's tossed up into the

air, sailing back afew feet back and crashing down with a "Wufff" of

lost breath, the hare lays there stunned

Slain calls over his shoulder "Are you alright young warrior?"

Quinten merfs and levers himself up onto his elbows panting "Ouch.." he

mutters

Slain walks over to the hare chuckling a bit. He kneels down and dusts

off the hare "I'm sorry friend, how are you feeling?"

Quinten manages to get back up to his feet and winces "ugh...your good

sir...alot better then me"

Slain replies with a smile "I've had a lot more time and practice."

Quinten nods "Yes i guess you have...still i could never do that" he

flicks his tiny scut "Its so small"

Slain says "A wise warrior once told me, in a fight you should rely on

what advantages you have. In your case, your legs."

Quinten looks doown at his legs "I'm still not too good with my legs"

Slain pats the hare on the back with a chuckle "That's why you're

training isn't it?"

Quinten nods "Aye that is true, but i'm also training to be a recorder

as well."

Slain says happily "Ah a most noble pursuit. It is good for a warrior

to pursue talents beyond fighting, I my self am a studied healer."

Somewhere on the muck, Terrance has connected.

Quinten smiles "I'm glad to meet someone else who thinks that sir, who

is a warrior as well i mean, the other recruits all thing i'm daft. The

major keeps saying i cannot patrol and record"

Slain replies "I come from a land of far deferent ways of thought and

action."

Quinten smiles and nods "I can tell sir, you do not see many of your

kind around these parts"

Slain chuckles "Well, as far as I know I am the only dragon upon these

shores."

Quinten grins "Dragon sir? is that a title?"

Slain replies "It is a kind of warrior, so I suppose yes it is a title

in a way."

Quinten nods "Then Dragon Slain i am glad to have met you, i'll hope

you;ll give me some pointers whilst i am here"

Slain nods "Of course, but only when your abbey tasks are completed for

the day." He can barely hold back a laugh "Having been in trouble with

sister Sunrose for such things."

Slain continues "Once, is more then enough times."

Quinten layghs softly "Awww the sister seems nice enough Mister Dragon,

and i always do my chores before i do anything else"

Slain nods "Good, very good."

Quinten shakes his body, fur poofing up somewhat as a cold wind blows

over us "I should go put my shirt back on" he moves over towards it

"There is a wind coming up"

Slain removes the rope from his sleeves and lets them hang down again

"Yes, let's head back to the abbey then. I hope you enjoyed our

training."

Quinten shrugs into his shirt and begins to lace it up, draping his

tunic obver his arm "Sure thing Master Slain" e moves towards tesouth wall

gate and stops "Oh...someones locked it"

Slain shakes his head laughing "Well, how about that. If you want I

could try to fling you over the gate like I did before?"

Quinten laughs softly "Well i am small enough sir, you could probably

manage it, but lets go around to the main gate and try that." he glances

off west where an ominous rumbling is spreading out from the plains

Slain looks off in the distance as well "Hmmm."

Quinten frowns and starts to walk along the wall "WEll we'd best hurry

i do not want to get lcoked out here in a storm" With that the two

head off for the main gates of the abbey.

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