Rats and Wildcats can be troublesome, but so can birds in thier own way.(Somewhat Redemption Of Marek TP)

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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]

Jaxon sits at the table as he glares at a chuckling weasel.

"And he just ran off without ya, that’s funny" The weasel says out loud.

Jaxon just shakes his head “I see no humor"

The weasel keeps laughing "I do..it’s funny"

As the two beasts relate old, and rather fresh, stories the door to the tavern opens and in strolls Dylan Locke. Well, stroll isn't the right word. Perhaps stumble is better. The red scaled lizard looks positively miserable. Straw is caught in his hat, his clothes, even between the cracks of his scales. Despite his obvious girth his pot belly rumbles from hunger. Looking at the last of his gold in one paw the lizard sighs heavily before walking further into the tavern. His tail drags behind him across the ground.

Jaxon takes a deep breath and calmly fiddles with a couple pockets on his belt, he orders an ale as he keeps an eye on the laughing weasel. When the ale comes he adds a powder to the drink and sits the ale in front of himself. He watches the lizard "Well that’s interesting" He looks to the weasel again, "I will be back, don't touch the ale." He stands and remains oddly calm as he walks over to the lizard “Well don’t see much of your kind in here, do we?"

The weasel smirks as he grabs the ale and drinks it down. He then coughs and gets an odd look on his face as he starts to say something and then falls forwards. Hmmms is he asleep or..something else.

The lizard pauses in mid stride to regard the rat with unblinking eyes. Or perhaps it is a tall mouse. He looks the beast up and down from his brown pants to his blue shirt to his red vest. Maybe the rat is some kind of jester? Then again Dylan has no right to citizen another’s dress and wear when his own mouse hide garments are starting to fall to pieces. Doesn’t mean that he won't anyway. "You don't see too many jesters here either." Dylan says with a smile. Resting a paw at his fleshy hip and the other on the hilt of his long sword the lizard continues, "Something I can help you with kido?"

Jaxon narrows his eyes, "I would be careful or you may end up..." He glances at the weasel" Oh joy it worked, see may end up like that weasel, very dead. Seems his drink disagreed with him tonight, so sad..well not really."

The lizard glances that the weasel lying across the table and raises an eyebrow. Or rather with the lack of eyebrows, widens one eye comically while narrowing the other. He doesn't seem to believe the rat about the beast being dead however. From here it looks like the poor weasel just had too many drinks...

"Sure kid, sure." Dylan takes off his hat and runs his claw across the top of his scaly head. The youth these days just get stranger and stranger. "Well then maybe he should have not hogged all the ale to himself and shared some with us other beasts." The lizard tries to move away from the rat and into a seat by the bar. Dylan has no time to chat, there is drinking to do!

Jaxon smirks "Yes one too many indeed."

Jaxon keeps an eye on the weasel, "Have you seen a badger around here, he would have a wounded arm most likely “

"And here I am one too short. Both in ale and gold." The lizard says with a sigh after looking at the menu. When the rat speaks again the lizard swivels around and rests his back against the bar. "A badger eh? Possibly. What's it worth to you?"

Jaxon flicks a dagger out, "How about you think real hard and tell me and you live. See the badger injured my boss. "

The lizard raises another eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He says more in anger than shock when he sees the blade come free. Was this little rat really trying to threaten him, in a public tavern? The lizard though about his next words carefully. He was already rather tired from his journey, and the night's sleep in a hayloft. Not to mention the nail biting hunger and thirst. He was in no mood for a fight. But then again, maybe he could loot the beast afterward. “You certainly are a bold one." The lizard narrows his eyes then replies again a moment later. "No. I haven’t seen any badgers about." Then the lizard tilts his head to the side, "You say he did what now to who?"

Jaxon rolls his eyes at the lizard. "The stripe dog messed up my bosses face, you know what....I'll just go try to find the stupid stripedog myself, it's old, how hard can it be to kill it?" He storms out.

--An Hour Later—

The Black Gull - Tavern


 An ever present combination of smells greets any new arrival upon entering the Gull. Various ales and grogs, rums and wines; of course, the scents and aromas of liquors would be there. It's a tavern. But along with those airs, the underlying odor of unwashed bodies and unclean boots can be detected. It is this joining of scents that gives the Gull a very well-loved and oft' visited personality.

That, and the state of the inner commons, as well.

 The scuffed floorboards beneath ones footpaws will guide any beasts' eyes to the simplistic layout that the Gull was designed in. The east wall opens, narrowly, its mouth for a well-lit vestibule to settle uncomfortably. Light, both from the outside, and the two lanterns hung there, casts a revealing glow upon the entrants, giving the patrons within a rather decent visual. Slipping further into the Gull, the light grows dimmer, and far less frequent. With no windows to the outdoors, the tavern is held in the palm of eternal dusk.
  Across from the entrance, the bar has been placed upon a, slightly, raised platform. Being open on either end, it's not uncommon to see the tavern's wenches and 'tenders hustling about, passing one another as they go about their duties. Reflecting, poorly, the goings on about the bar is a large, dusty old mirror. A few beasts have traced various crude pictures in the gathered dust around the border, but for the most part the mirror (the middle of it, at least) remains clear. Cracks of time and stains from thrown drinks stripe the looking glass in a few places. Various racks and shelves with bottles, labeled and not, settle on either side of this mirror above casks. Two doors, abused and slightly battered, rest behind the bar; One faces the west and to the barn and paddock, while the other, North-facing, gives way to the kitchens. To the south is a platform consisting of drenched, copper-brown wood (mainly from spilled blood, one might assume).
 With the season changing once again, the open hearth nestled against the northern wall, along with a staircase, has roared back into life. A steady fire can almost always be seen and heard crackling lazily over dead wood. A few run-down garlands are strung about the mantle; some beast’s attempt at making the Gull a little more festive, perhaps.

Exits: [Ki]tchen, [O]ut the [B]ack [D]oor, [O]ut to the [D]irt [R]oad, [U]pstairs

Jaxon walks into the black gull and heads to a table in the back, he stops as he speaks "Bramblefur?" He then waits on a reply.

Bramblefur speaks, his face has a nasty gash that’s slowly healing now. It goes from his left chin and goes up and across his snout and on threw his right eye and even clips off half his right ear. He narrows his one good eye as the other gets a patch placed over it by a vole whom is here

Bramblefur says, "That stripe dog will pay for this, he will die and I don't care how."

Jaxon sits down as he nods "I agree, he has caused you a dishonor and must pay, any ideas sir?"

Bramblefur growls and the corner of his mouth looks very scary now, "Yes, painfully he will pay for what he did to me. I also plan to finish what I was told to do, but then again the badger would remember me. Perhaps you can help me Jaxon, to make sure 3 certain beasts don't live much longer. I want to kill the old stripe dog myself."

Jaxon nods "I could do something I am sure"

Bramblefur says, "For now some still trust me, the only ones who know otherwise is that badger who attacked me, for he overheard me but there was on other there I seen briefly towards the end of the fight"

Jaxon tries to think "The only other ones there were two others of the guild and one of them is dead, the other got back safe." He remembers most of the fight, "Who else was there?"

Bramblefur speaks in a calm clear tone “Brother Leon was there, now I know he must likely doesn’t trust me now and who is to blame him but may be a good idea to keep him out of the way, not many like the old badger and may think he is just old and not remembering correctly what happen. He won’t have any beast else to confirm what he seen or didn’t see."

Jaxon frowns at this "I..I don't know. I mean to kill an order beast and a healer at that." Then again isn’t that one badger maid an order beast too..hmmm. "Could be risky"

Bramblefur chuckles dryly "I didn’t say you had to KILL him, just get him out of the way somehow if need be."

Jaxon nods “I can take him to the guild"

Bramblefur smirks" Excellent idea"

--Later In the Evening at the Tavern--

Bramblefur enters the tavern with his hood up and over his head as he glances around. He also keeps his head down so his ID is not seen too well.

Beside the cloaked wildcat is Jaxon, the rat, as he scans the tavern and shrugs, “Maybe he left boss. He would know by now to avoid you as he most likely knows you’re not like, you know, on his side so much now."

Leon is here getting ready to head home for a quick couple supplies and to give an update to Lee, he notices the cloaked figure and Jaxon and frowns deeply as he adjusts his knapsack and goes to try and quietly slip out the door unseen.

Bramblefur eyes land on the mouse and he smirks under his cloak as he walks over slowly and goes to block his path to the doorway, “Going somewhere mouse, we need to have a little chat." There is coldness to his voice.

Jaxon grins as he stays beside Bramblefur, "Yeah ya badger friend messed up my bosses face, so where is the badger? You will tell us or you’re not gonna like the response if you say no."

Leon stops in his tracks as he looks between Bramblefur and the rat. He clears his voice and stays as calm as he can." Why would I tell you where he is, that’s his business not mine and I wouldn’t think you would want to attempt anything. He is not frail as you may think, ever hear the can’t judge a book by its cover before?" He slips a paw in his pouch looking for something, anything as he keeps an eye on the cloaked wildcat and the rat.

Bramblefur drums his right paw on the table as he talks, "You see, what he did made me dislike badgers even more so, also you witnessed it and I think you aim to tell someone of my little.." He chuckles dryly." Misunderstanding? I care not anymore on whether I harm abbey beasts or non-abbey beasts, as I told the champion himself; I am an assassin after all. Trying to tell me I can't do that in Mossflower, well Mossflower is a fairly big..BIG place and even he can't always watch me now can he? And I am not letting a fool fox tell me what to do, I have some words myself..what one doesn’t know..doesn’t hurt ..me." He smirks "Could hurt you through but hey, that’s life now isn’t it? So your be coming with me and I will just send word you had to go somewhere, fairly far and it was not known when your return, course you won't return but hey..not like they would have proof why or even know that."

Jaxon just stands there and grins "Yeah Mouse, like the boss said"

Leon seems to think this over as he paw holds something in the pouch and he frowns, there is no way he is going with the wildcat, but he also is not much of a fighter, but fighting he is against also, but there is other ways to avoid trouble, some less violet ways as he quickly pulls out one of his two surgical knifes and goes to stab it down onto the wildcats paw. Ummm...well that’s sort of better that trying to stab him in a vital place, he then goes to bolt out the door knowing that will stop the wildcat least for a minute or two.

Bramblefur eyes go wide as the blade enters his paw and goes into the table. He lets out a snarl and glares at Jaxon "Why are you standing there! After him! Kill him!" He then pulls on the blade and gets it free of his paw and the table and throws it aside as he also goes over the mouse to try and catch up to him.

--Somewhere along a path just outside Ferravale--

A Hawk is perning his feathers along the path, not really doing much else and being a little lazy.

Leon meanwhile has made it to the Ferravale path and looks behind him and then looks forwards and gasps as he just about crashes into the hawk.

Boaz flaps his wings and clicks his beck as he is crashed into “Watch where go furry mousie!”

Jaxon has caught up now and is only a few feet away, with him is a tall weasel and a newt, “End of the line mouse, so time to die now.”

Bramblefur growls as he steps along the path, he has used a cloth from an old shirt of his to wrap around the wound, he will make sure that order brother pays for his pain as he plans to stab him with something worse, a cutlass and oh not the paw, more like his throat!

Leon frowns as he looks at the bird “Look those beasts are after me, just please move “

Boaz narrows his eyes and looks at Leon like he is some sort of prey, his sharp beak gets dangerously close, he looks at the other beasts, “Sure..Boaz will help mouseie” He goes to grab ahold of the tunic with his beak and fly upwards, he positions Leon in his talon and holds him, not too tight..yet any ways, “Boaz will help you be his dinner instead. Isn’t that wonderful idea?”

Leon blinks “Wait? What?!!” He is a little too afraid to struggle when he is being held by very strong talons and looks down…so…high…up and he faints.

Jaxon comes to a halt and frowns as he watches the bird fly away and looks back at the newt and weasel who just shrug.

Bramblefur finally gets to where they are, he missed seeing the hawk as he looks between the three beasts “So, where is Brother Leon?”

Jaxon comes forward “Well you see sir, he sort of flew away.”

Bramblefur stands there and looks far from amused, “Flew away, so he grew wings or something? Idiots, do you think it funny? Does it look like I find that funny!” He looks like he is barely containing his anger as it will just explode any second now.

Jaxon answers “I, am not sure boss its sort a hard te tell after what that strip dog did to ya face. He did a number on your face and now it’s all swollen and like the lip here is just..well it’s not worth saying and so it’s hard to read an expression and it’s even harder to look at your face now “

The newt and weasel do the smart thing and back up a safe distance and look down.

Bramblefur is now past his control of his anger, He fiddles with his cutlass and then draws it as he goes to turn to walk away and then turns and just angles the sword to the rat’s neck and swings hard enough to take his head from his shoulders and if it doesn’t do that it will surely be a gash deep enough to kill the rat.

Jaxon frowns as he tries to read the wildcats expression, he tenses and then relaxes as the wildcat starts to walk away or least it looked like he could relax “Umm…sorry bo- - “ That’s all he gets out as he dies instantly and falls forwards and hits the forest floor, his head rolls a couple feet away from him.

Bramblefur stands tall and calmer now as he speaks “Any other beast wish to discuss how my face looks?”

The newt and weasel shake their heads no and keep looking down as they wait for an order from the wildcat.

Bramblefur smirks “Wise choice, let us go we need to find out what happen as seems we have bird problems now. He starts to scan the skies.

Boaz is at a good height but gets lower some now as he looks down at the mouse, he could easily kill him now but he waits as he looks around for a place to land that’s still high up but also cozy at the same time.

Leon groans as he starts to wake up as he blinks , “Where am I?” He then snaps awake as he sees just where he is, in the air and he whimpers a little as he mutters, “Its ok, its ok”

Bramblefur sees the bird and an evil smirk forms as he gets out his longbow and takes aim, he then releases the arrow towards the bird. It’s a normal arrow but still just as deadly as Bramblefur rarely misses a shot that’s aimed to kill, even if it’s a bird.

Boaz suddenly lets out a loud cry as the arrow hits him in the chest and he starts flying from the sky, but he manages to try and keep Leon at an angle and toss him into a bush as he proceeds to roll and wham into a tree trunk and into whats left of a blackberry bush.

Leon gasps as he hits the ground, he ends up getting his foot at an odd angle and ends up hurting his ankle as he barely misses the bush and goes to stand, he yelps in pain ad sits down to examine the ankle and sighs “Well, least it’s not broken, but its sprained very badly” He looks over at the hawk and limps over to check him out, yes he checks the bird that basically told him he was lunch.

Bramblefur lost track of the bird and cusses loudly, but a smirk comes to his face, “Not a total loss, that was a fatal blow and his passenger could not of survived a fall like that.” He chuckles assuming both are dead or least soon to be dead and he has won.” Now, to find the old stripe dog and personally thank him for the pain he has caused me, I will kill him but not before he suffers and begs for death, which I will give.” He walks away to go back to a campsite he is using, it be wise for the newt and weasel to follow him.

The newt and weasel surely do follow the wildcat, they are not stupid after all.

--Meanwhile in a small area just off a path, where if one climbed up could see the abbey is not too far off in the distance , a fallen tree trunk and an odd , now torn up badly, over grown blackberry bush and lots of thorns. Ya! --

Boaz has an arrow in his chest, the arrow has somehow missed his heart but just barely as it lies next to the heart and if he moves the arrow vibrates a little as the bird pants.

Leon gets near and speaks “Calm down you gonna make it worse, you need to relax.” He looks in his surcaot and smiles as he has what he needs, an odd package of rare herbs he has only used once and now seems to need again as he speaks, “I need you to trust me sir bird, these are herbs that knock out a beast like real deep deep sleep, the fletch group used them to knock out beasts, it also knocks out any feeling and that means pain. I need to get the arrow out and this is the only way to prevent any more trauma for you.” He looks for a flint as he speaks and also takes off his cloak, luckily an old one, and starts tearing it and tieing it around the bush to form a sort of tent around the hawks head .

Boaz focuses on the mouse “Why snack pack want help Boaz for?” He does stop moving as there is less pain that way but he still needs a calm a little more as he has loss a little blood, most is stopped by the arrow and possible shock.

Leon answers, “I am Brother Leon, Master Healer of Redwall Abbey and healers help beasts recover. The abbey helps beasts and you need help.” He looks at his tail as he has learned to use it as a sort of 2nd paw, “And I have, let’s say unique skills “

Boaz listens to the mouse, ok wait he is letting lunch help him? He just nods and gives the mouse the ok to help him as couldn’t get any worse as he sees it.

Leon lights the herb as he holds a cloth to his own nose and backs up, once he knows the hawk is asleep deeply he finds his 2nd surgical knife, the other lost at the tavern, and goes to make a cut beside the arrow and uses his tail to gently pull it away from the area beside the heart, when the arrow is a couple inches away he uses his right paw knob to apply pressure and his tail to wiggle the arrow free slowly as his left paw keeps the distance at the safe level.

Boaz stays in his deep deep painless sleep as the surgery goes on.

Leon keeps in healer mode, serious healer mode and luckily no one has interrupted be it friend or foe. This has taken him all together a couple hours  and he lays the arrow aside after making sure if was clean of anything bad and uses skill to sew the wound shut, using snub and his good paw to sew and has become very good at the skills of being one pawed and he is getting better and better each day as he uses his tail as a 2nd paw and can use what left of the right paw, a snub now, to apply pressure some, he seems very skilled and able to adapt to a situation. He then uses most of the bandages he has to bandage the wound after applying herbs to help the wound heal. The herbs will prevent infection and swelling, as well  la lessens pain. But this sort of thing also wears him out and he falls asleep by the hawk after making sure the smoking herbs are put out totally.

Boaz lies there as he will now recover, it will take a while but he will recover and it would seem mice are good for something other than quick snacks for lunch.

--Couple Hours Later--

Leon slowly wakes up and rubs his eyes as he looks around to see where he is. He was still beside the hawk it would seem and still very much alive, which he is glad of.

Boaz has been awake for an hour or so and has been staring at Leon. He could so easily of ate him and the mouse wouldn’t even of known it, he could of made it quick and painless in fact, but he just stared at him and now that he sees him awake he speaks, “Ello mousie, Boaz sees mouseie is awake. Boaz wants to..” Well this is a little hard to say for the hawk but he manages, “Thank mouseie for saving his life.” He tilts his head and waits on the replay.

Leon jumps slightly as he hears the bird speak and turns to look at Boaz, he nods “Your welcome. Your still need to recover and that will take some time, so your need a place to go.” He folds his arms over his chest, “The abbey would be best but you need to know that abbey beasts are off the menu.”

Boaz looks like he is horrified at the answer he is given and clacks his beck, “But..but…Boaz likes to eat certain beasties like mousies and voles.”

Leon goes to look towards where the abbey wall is, “Well there is always fish or maybe shrimp, crayfish maybe to eat, but not Redwall beasts do you understand. We also have other things that are nice to try and there is a feast soon”

Boaz sighs best a bird can and nods “Boaz do like fishes, Boaz can eat fishes?”

Leon smiles at that and nods, “Yes you can eat fish. We have lots of those in the pond.”

Boaz likes the idea of fish very much , he looks at the bandage on his chest, “Boaz can still fly, wing not harmed so Boaz will fly.”

Leon crosses his arms “That may or may not be wise, wing muscles do effect your chest some and you still need to rest, the abbey is just down this little hill and onto the road, so it’s not far to walk.” He hmms as he tries to figure out the best way to go about this, “Least my ankle feels better so that’s good, but still wise to use caution when walking as never know where Bramblefur is, which reminds me need to let Zee know whats going on as well…”

Boaz listens to the mouse, this is boring and he is so not use to a mouse having a chat with him, well he is but it usually goes something along the lines of screaming for their life or begging him not to eat them. He looks up at the sky, the abbey, then Leon and does his own judgement of how long and the best path somewhere. Plus, he was never one to listen to any beast that had the rude idea of telling him NOT to do something. He goes to grab the mouse in a talon, oddly gently and spreads out his wings and goes to fly into the sky and towards that abbey place.

Leon eyes go wide as he is suddenly off the ground, “Wait!” He screams as he starts to panic, least they are heading to the abbey but it doesn’t help the fact he is flying!!

RW Abbey: Pond


The abbey pond is practically the place to go for relaxation. The orchards that settle onto one side of the water hole provide decent shade for the more heated months to come. Various types of wild flowers grow about the edge of the ground that lightly overhangs into the pond. The pond seemingly invites one into its cool depths, which holds its fish life and multiple species of shrimp and other water dwellers.

Spring has come. Due to the rains, the abbey pond is just gently lapping at the edges of the ground. Soon to overflow lightly if the spring rains don't let up soon. Plant life seems to explode here in a variety of colors, sizes and aromas.


Exits: [F]ire [P]it, [R]edwall [E]ntry, [P]ath by the [G]reat [H]all, [Dive] in the pond, [O]rchards

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South Wallgate

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Boaz flies and tilts his head as he goes inside the building and lands by the pond, he flaps and drops Leon on the ground and then lands a few feet away and starts to pern a wing.

Leon looks around as he is still shivering and gulps, he looks at the bird as he stands” That…was uncalled for, a warning been nice!”

Boaz looks down at the mouse as he starts to try and beck at the bandage, "No need to shout, Boaz is right here mouiseie"

Leon shakes his head and then, "Stop, the bandage stays on you and its Leon not mouseie. You will behave while here and not harm anyone, is that understood?"

Boaz tilts his head, “Fine, mousie is Leon...Boaz will not harm beasts here, Boaz will keep bandage on but it’s not liked, it’s not good.."

Leon nods slowly, "And the bandage will help you, keep that wound clean as it will take a while to heal, that arrow would of made you dead had it been like 1 cm to the left"

Boaz gets right up to him and looks ready to knock him down with that sharp beck of his, " You are odd mouseie"

Leon backs up a little, "How so?" A guard taps him on the shoulder and whispers to Leon as the mouse sighs, "Ok..I have to let my mate and children know I am back. You best behave Boaz"

Boaz nods slowly" Boaz will behave" He looks over at the guard.

Leon looks unsure as he looks to the guard, "Just..keep an eye on him or..maybe tell Flicktail he is here I got to go now." He leaves to go to the gatehouse and is soon out of sight. .