Zarola's Revenge (Marek Revenge TP)

Zarola pokes her head in the infirm and sneaks inside, its late and most are sleep so much better for her. She has a dagger with her and easily finds the badger and takes his pulse, she smirks, "Oh, ya heart izzzz zzztill beating ever so faint...I can fix that!" The dagger is raised and she is ready to send it down and into the badger's chest.

The setting sun lights the abbey infirm dimly. Most of the beasts here, the seriously injured vermin and redwaller defenders still recovering from their wounds, have mostly fallen asleep. There are very few of them now. Mostly beasts with stab wounds to their chest or belly, or those unfortunet to give a limb or tail in defence...or attack...for the abbey. One beast though, Fargo Whilhem is here for much less dramatic reasons. Having been assigned to guard the pantry the obese weasel has gorged himself into sickness. He lays on a cot bare chested, belly still horribly swollen, with his arms resting behind his head. Despite the pain he is still feeling the weasel sighs in contentment. Best, meal, ever!

Zarola has sliped back into the infirm, one to make a novice tend to her side and two..she drops the novice who runs for their life out of the room and walks over to Fargo with a hiss."Hellozzzzzz"

The weasel waves with out looking to the lizard. "Oh! Hello Zarola." There is a short pause as Fargo's eyes shoot wide open. "ZAROLA!" Nearly jumping out of his own fur the only reason he doesn't is the big bloated belly pinning him to the cot. THe weasel begins to struggle to get up. He...fails...miserably. Finally pausing to catch his breath he gulps down what could very well be his last swollow and dares to look up at the monitor lizard, "H-h-hello Zarola...F-fancy meeting you here."

Zarola narrows her eyes and holds him down with one clawed paw and the other up moves up to his neck, "Wherezzzzz izzzz de Blacksmith, izzzz he alive?" Jun 12, 2014 at 6:01 p.m.

Fargo gulps again as the lizard invades his personal bubble. And he certainly doesn't like where that claw is going. "B-blacksmith? W-which blacksmith are you talking about?" The terrified weasel begins to shake and shiver. "And what lovely claws you have...do you file them to keep them sharp?" The weasel blerts out, all he can think about is how those sharp tallon like claws are about to rip through his hide...

Zarola narrows her eyes more and shows her fangs right in his face, "ZZZZZZ..zzztripedog, your reward is life"

Trying to twist his head to the side, the weasel tries to move his head away from the big pointy teeth. Fargo is too afraid to say, 'What sharp teeth you have...' Instead he stammers, "Oh! THAT blacksmith. He's here in the infirm...I...I don't know why, I've been here all day...er, not because I screwed up watching over my post mind you, or eating until I'm sick from the pantry, cause you know, that's an offense punishable by death, but really what isn't these days, and oh wow you know you are really scary..." The weasel abruptly stops stammering. He looks like he is about to cry. "Please don't eat me." The weasel says pathetically.

Zarola lifts him up and shows her fangs, "Youzzz getzzzzz to live one more day now" And she heads to where he told her. She pokes her head in the infirm and sneaks inside, its late and most are sleep so much better for her. She has a dagger with her and easily finds the badger and takes his pulse, she smirks, "Oh, ya heart izzzz zzztill beating ever so faint...I can fix that!" The dagger is raised and she is ready to send it down and into the badger's chest.

The weasel is torn...one more day of life or watching one of his friends get stabbed in the heart. Choices, choices. To heck with it...finding his strength and his bravery Fargo pulls his body off of the cot, thrusting out a paw and shouting, "ZAROLA! DON'T!"

Zarola hisses as she turns long enough to give him a cold smile and she still has the dagger rised,"Your next if you do not be quiet...where wazzzz I..ahh yezzzz"

Lee had been sleeping on a nearby cot, his daughter Starlight curled up beside him. The sudden shout wakes the otter, and he sits up instantly, looking around wildly. "WOT BE GOIN' ON IN 'ERE?" Spotting Zarola beside Zork, he jumps up, drawing his dagger as he literally leaps at her back over an empty cot.

Zarola smiles as she has the dagger above the badgers chest, one small thrust downwards is all it will take and she gets within a cm of stabbing Zork in the heart and suddenly the look on her face changes to sudden shock as the dagger falls to the floor with a clink as she starts to fall,she grabs a small table and takes it down with her and the mug on it breaks as her and it hit the floor, the dagger clearly in her back, add this to other wounds and looks like she is the one to die tonight.

Fargo stands with his jaw hanging open. Words...fail him. It looks like he will not be lizard dinner tonight...but he is still dead for letting the second in command get knifed in the back. "Lee...Zarola...oh blazes..."

Lee stands over the fallen monitor, panting heavily. "I tol' ye that ye'd die at me blade..." He kicks her side. "Any last words?" He sighs, and seems to collapse as well, against the wall. "It must be me ta tell Marek... I'll tell 'im she tried ta kill Zork..."

Zarola hisses weakly, she coughs up blood." f..f..foolizzzz.."She says no more as death mist forms in her eyes and she dies there in an infirm of all places.

Fargo simple stands there, quivering with fear and biting his claws. He leans down to examin the body, placing a paw on the lizards shoulder, "Lee...what have you done...Marek will kill you for this reguardless of the reasons..." his eyes widen with horror, "He'll kill me for letting you do this! He'll kill anyone for even knowing you did this!" The few injurred beasts sleeping here suddenly and all at once resume their sleeping. Nope, they were never here, they saw nothing, they heard nothing.

Lee frowns. "Calm yerself, Fargo. Remember Hudson? Marek fired 'im after I tol' 'im he tried ta strangle Lorimis ta death. I can tell 'im the truth... it were a defensive action."

Zarola is umm...yep she is dead now.

"Marek is a power hungry warlord!" The weasel nearly shouts, "Which do you think he will care about more? Some sick and crippled enemy being killed in an infirm cot or his right hand beast!" Turning away Fargo rubs his paws through his own head fur, "I'm dead...I'm so dead...so dead..."

A healer beast comes in and gasps, its a vole a healer novice and she frowns at whats going on and shivers.

Lee sighs. "If ye don't stop SHOUTIN', ye *will* be dead. I'll chuck yer body in the pond when I'm done, an' nobeast'll find ye. So quit yer panickin'!"

Fargo wimpers at Lee's own outburst. He turns to the vole and whimpers some more. Oh great, witnesses..."Um, er...this is not what it looks like..." He offers hopefully.

The vole looks at the dead lizard and seems glad the lizard is dead. "I..the lizard is dead, thats a good thing. What..why was she in here?"

Lee looks at the healer. "She were gonna kill Zork, an' possibly others, until she felt the sting o' me dagger."

Fargo swallows...he picks himself up off the floor. "I...uh, can testify to that. She threatened to kill me as well." His only hope is to side with Lee now, and hope Marek really is the forgiving sort...

The vole frowns, "Oh..dear. Zork is in a deep faint, he stumbled in here ealier..we did what we could to help him and he has yet to wake we are, not sure when he will awaken..or" She frowns and decides not to say if.

Lee frowns grimly. "Or wot? Zork ain't gonna die, is 'e? Please don't say that."

The healer shrugs "I..I don't know, he couldn't breath and..looked like he was in a lot of pain, your have to ask Angela"

The weasel rubs the back of his neck, "He better not...not after I stuck my neck out for him." He says darkly. "Listen...I'm going to head out and summon some beast to pick up the lizard...and probibly stand either trial or execution later on." The weasel chuckles dryly, "Just, just try not to get us into any more trouble while I'm gone..."

Lee sighs. "I'll inform Marek meself, an' I do 'ope Zork will be okay..." He sits on a nearby cot.

The healer nods" I will I could say more, he hasnt gotten any better, but no worse either, he had his sword and..I am unsure where they took it"

Lee sits up. "'E had 'is sword? Drat, I never got to ask where all the weapons are hidden... this puts a kink inta me plan..."

The healer frowns, "Maybe someone saw..there was the dibbun with him....the lizard went offer Father Lorimis and the dibbun in the rose garden, and they went to a room downstairs, the same dibbun had sneaked back out, the poor thing was knocked out but at least she is ok it appears, she said she bite the lizard."

Lee exclaims, "Lorimis!?! When did all this 'appen?"

The healer is called over to help a rat with hurt paw, seems they tries to cut veggies, "I...prehaps , ahh yes they went to Oz's room I must go"