Soot Gets Slaves And Jion The Horde-sorry short on log title ideas-

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-- This has my temporary rat Soot in it, he wants to please his new boss so he helps him get some slaves for the fighting pits, he gets to jion the horde and get some revenge....least on one beast---

FV:Tavern

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

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

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

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

Kolur has been celebrating his victory or well sort of his victory as he planned to kill the boss, former boss now, himself "And the fool stoat did it himself, less work for me if I do say so myself...more ale for all!!"

Soot chuckles "Sounds fun sir, can we start by slaying that white fox, he tried ta murder my face, he let my new slave get away" He gets an ale and drinks half of it and smirks.

The tavern is full tonight. Beasts came to mourn the loss of one leader and celebrate the rise of another. Off in the corner however Inkpaw hardly feels like being in a joyous mood despite the empty bottle of ale on the table. The pudgy brown furred swift fox has been living it up recently, better than she has in months...years even. Yet she looks...down tonight.

Kolur grins as he walks around in the chieftain's uniform and with his sword " victory and more so later on..land from the bride to past the abbey to that church is mine"Some cheers ring out. "That means the abbey should rightfully be mine right? Taxes?..That’s a joke I say we turn it into a slave compound" More cheers and raised glass as the chieftain smiles coldly "Zurrgg was a poor leader, I shall make a better one"

Soot says, "Taxes do get us more gold, then again those beasts don't have none be my guess. We could have some work for us, like work or die"

The vixen gulps. In truth she thinks she should feel pretty good. Her decedent life style has left her wallet thick and her waist thicker. She has a home to go to, and practically the run of a city that threw her out half a season ago. Inkpaw has no love for Redwall, nor terribly bothered by the idea of enslaving it. So why was she feeling so ill?

Oh, that's right. THESE PEOPLE ARE INSANE. Yes, that was it. The lizard was dead, the wildcat was dead, and now this scrawny marten was in charge and she has no idea how to handle him. Yes, THAT is why she is ill.

"Sounds like a capital plan luv." The fox speaks up finely. "Long live the new Chief and all that."

Kolur looks over at the vixen and finishes his ale as he walks over to her, "You have a problem with my leadership vixen?"

Soot looks over curious, he shrugs and just gets more ale as its seemly free tonight so why not get as much as possible, he hic ups and laughs at a joke a rat said, that was not even that funny.

Gulping down a quick swig of her second bottle of ale to buy for time the vixen wipes off her muzzle with her fore paw, "The only problem I have is my whole place in this plan of yers, and yes." She nods to Soot before addressing Kolur, "I was hired to...check on the town by Zurrgg's pet lizard. Then afterward Zurrgg just seemed to forget about my talents." Nothing like a bit of boot licking by bad mouthing the old boss, "I want to be more useful around here." Because useful means less likely to be stabbed in the belly...thinks the fox.

Kolur hmms "More useful huh, welll you can question captives on Redwaller plans or try and find some slaves on the road we could have slaves fight in fighting pit."

Soot grins “I could look for slaves boss, I want to impress you”

Kolur smirks “Then go, get me a good strong slave, it’s time to have some fun in the fighting pits, we need entertainment and what better than some of the woodlanders we caught and some new ones as well, or even some vermin who rather be woodlanders , can join in the fun of the fighting pits” He chuckles as it’s not the good kind of fun.

On the road

Soot bows and races off as he cackles in glee, it’s not long till he is on the dirt road and has managed to capture 3 squirrels and a couple mice.

Cotasong has been following the rat and glares down at them, he jumps from the tree and blocks the path “How dare you enslave beasts, you do not do the way of the good, the way of the evil is inside you and it ends today oh evil fur!” He then goes to charge the rat, daggers out and ready to slay the beast.

Soot narrows his eyes and ties the line of slaves to a tree before he gets out his cutlass and slices at the tribal squirrel

Cotasong is fairly good at fighting, but he is still young at almost 8 seasons, late teen years or barely almost an adult, he fights for his lost tribe beasts with all he has, a slice gets him and another misses.

Soot blocks most of the hits, one gets his arm and he backs off, he grins and goes to sweep the squirrels feet out from under him.

Cotasong was not looking for this to happen and is taken by surprise, he falls backwards and his world goes black as he loses coniousness.

Few hours pass

FV:Tavern:Fighting Pit

The Fighting Pit is a circular ring set in the Ferravale Tavern, though off to the side. Metal railings surround the pit to keep the spectators out and the fighters in. The floor of the ring is set a bit lower than the rest of the tavern floor as the floor of the pit is filled with sand to make impacts a bit softer on the fighting beasts. There are little tables ringing the pit, though lacking chairs for a change. These tables sit at about the height of the railing and are much smaller than the tavern tables, and they are often either used for setting drinks down or for setting money for bets on. The floor just outside of the fighting pit is speckled with bits of sand lost from the footpaws of fighters exiting the ring or when certain fights cause sand to fly through the air out of the fighting pit, though that doesn't happen too much. A good distance away from the fighting pit, set against the walls, are tables like the ones found over by the bar in the tavern.

Exits: [Out]

Cotasong wakes up and rubs his head, he soon finds he is in a cell and right away tries to pry the bars apart, he pants at the energy used and cusses in his own tongue as he looks around “Where is the evil ones, I want to fight you!!!!!!!!!”

Kolur appears and grins “That’s good, cause your about to go to my fighting pits, though I must warn you the last 2 woodlanders lost…and trust me losing is not good since it’s a fight to the death” He nods to two foxes to grab the squirrel and take him to the fighting pits.

Cotasong kicks out but he does go with them, like he really has a choice in the matter.

Inside the fighting pit is stains from the past fights, vermin gather around to place bets on who will win and who lose and it seems a tall stoat is the winner of the past 3 fights, his name is Crush, “Who is next!!” He has so far slayed a squirrel and a couple shrews, it’s into this that the squirrel is throw with just a short sword, well least he has a weapon. Crush grins “Hello victim!”

Soot sits down and orders an ale and cheers on Crush as he drinks the ale.

Cotasong grips the blade and glares “No victim am I!” He charges the stoat, sword angled and slice at his side, he is not too skilled but he is quick.

Crush is surprised when he draws blood and growls as he stomps a foot paw at the squirrel’s tail and slices his back.

Cotasong gasps as he trips, his tail caught under the boot and hisses in pain, the blade sinks into his shoulder as he lets out a yell of pain and blood flows down his arm.

Crush grins at the blood and grabs the squirrel by the neck, unless he moves of course.

Kolur watches and smirks, an ale in his paw and cheering horde beast at his side, one mink boos and gets some not to good looks of disapproval.

Cotasong is grabbed by the throat and struggles to pry the paws from his neck as he feels his breath becoming harder to draw.

Crush just squeezes harder and takes the dagger and slices at the squirrels arms and legs to leave long cut marks, chants of –Finish him, Finish him- is heard as the stoat grins “For my fans anything..this was fun woodlander..goodbye” He twirls the blade and goes to stab it right in the tribe squirrels chest!

As if it was hard enough to try and breath, Cotasong tries not to show pain as cuts appear on his arms and legs and as the blade comes towards his chest he decides to bravely face death, muttering a pray in his native tongue and then as the blade enters his heart, he enters the dark forest or as his tribe beasts call it , the forever woods.

Kolur leans back as the fight ends and raises a paw “Time for a break….” He looks to a couple foxes “We need more slaves, we lost 4 today and I need ones who last longer…heck maybe ones who win themselves a few rounds….I know who needs just woodlanders get Marek in there, or better yet invite him to watch….and get that mole.” A smile forms on the fox’s face as he goes to do his masters biding.

Soot listens and yawns “Why would ya ant that stoat to watch a fight wouldn’t he be in it?”

Kolur answers “To watch the mole die, why else and then he can try to avenge his friend and hopefully die as well, but that’s for tonight” He stands “Come soot you have down well bringing some slaves and have earned a spot in my horde, let’s go I have a meeting before I go to the abbey and ask for their surrender to me, I will even give them a few days to decide and then we will go back and claim what is ours…one way or another”

Soot nods and goes to follow his boss, whatever is said in the meeting can’t be good…for Mossflower that is.