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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 13, 2008 22:50:43 GMT -5
A ferret came walking up to the gates of Redwall Abbey. No ordinary Ferret. A Pure Ferret! With white fur and pink eyes, a beautiful silk white tunic with bright gold linings, a shining steel breastplate, wearing a fancy white belt with a beautiful brass scabbard with jewels and gems studded on it. A sabre contained in it. The ferret curled a paw into a fist and slammed it on the gates repeatedly. "Hey! Anyone here!? Tis I! Prince Heinrich! Royal Blood of a far away kingdom! I and my soldiers need help! We have traveled far and are tired and weak with little supplies! Open up!" The ferret yelled. He spat foamy saliva on the ground. His mouth was dry.
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Post by Aalai on Feb 13, 2008 23:20:15 GMT -5
From above the wall a grey head, that of a middle aged otter appeared. A hollowed gourd was raised to his lips, and his mouth was fixed into a gentle smile, until he saw the nature of the beasts knocking at the gates of the abbey. The river dogs brown eyes narrowed suspiciosly, as he wiped a paw across his mouth, the smell made it obvious, that there was no water in that gourd. it was something a little stronger, and fiestier. A spirit among spirits if you will. The otter called it 'barrel rot.' His brown vest hung open, and it was obvious he had been here all night, but the sight of vermin sent his lip into a sneer. "Well then why doncha trot ya royal arse back o ya castle you' highness?" This beas may have looked civilized but so did Slagar, look what he had done all those years ago. According to the tomes anywho.
A rather plump mouse, who was in his thirties, and jsut as tired as his partner, turned at the sharp language ,sending his tea cup smashing to the wall top. What had made old Ringu so angry? Turning on his heel he leaned over the wall, cuffing the larger beast across the ears. Hissing something inaudible to those below. "Just you, your highness." The word 'highness' sent him into a quiet fit of giggles , which he disguised with a sneeze, and a twirl of his mustace. Grabbing the gourd from the otter's brown padded paws he shook his head. Pitiful. At least he knew how to fight, and was one of the most innovative pike beasts.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 13, 2008 23:47:55 GMT -5
The Pure Ferret Prince felt horribly insulted. He yelled up at the Otter. "What a horrible creature you are! How dare you! I come for help and shelter and you say this to me!? My home was destroyed by a evil horde of vermin! My parents were killed along with most of their army! My siblings are gone and i could not find them! I and eighty others had to flee our beloved home and wonder for days till we found these woods and than this place!"
His voice seemed at first enraged. But when he mentioned the parts about his home and family. It seem to break into a more saddened tone. The ferret than heard another voice. Asking if he was alone. he called to it.
"Nay! Although i am alone at the gates. They are eighty others in the woods. They are tired and hungry. We have no knowledge of this forest or how to hunt or fish!"
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Post by Aalai on Feb 14, 2008 0:06:22 GMT -5
(He was sayin' only ya can come in.) "Doncha start yelin' at me Vermin. I'll carve you another liver!" The stocky otter soon found a warm paw clamped over his mouth, and holding him firmly in position at the walltops. Ringu let out a warning growl, gnashing his needlesharp teeth at the obstruction, only to realize it to be that of his friend. With a sigh he ripped his head away, and sat down behind the wall. His rudder likw tail, which was severed at the tip, beat a rapid tattoo, a angry one. Bits of red sandstone drifted down to the beasts milling about below, many who had stopped to watch the spectacle. It took all of his power to keep him from throwing his javelin at the wicked beast over the wall, was probably a slaver, and he hated slavers, knowing their cruelty firsthand.
Eighty beasts?! Twas probably best not to make this beast angry the mouse thought to himself. Standing on his armored toes he peeked back over the wall. Hearing the breaks in the voice, adding a backbone to his tale; true or not. His eyes, a deep blue grey, searched the ferret for any sign of lying. Opening his motuh to ask for help opening the gate, he decided against it. Ringu was mroe likely to greet this beast with a poisoned spear-tip, then a handshake. "One moment sir."
Running down the steps he left his old friend to his drinking. Which was obvious he had went back to doing. Peering out through th gaps between the doors, he nodded his head slowly, and pushed them open. "You first--we must discuss this with our Abbess. Only you dear sir. Excuse any looks, vermin are not usually welcomed in the fields of Redwall." Pushing open the door his eyes cut quickly across the field, his eppee was drawn, and pointed at the ferret, his back to the door. Counting to 15 he slammed the door shut, hoping no one else had the time to enter.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 14, 2008 0:19:41 GMT -5
The second the door was opened. The ferret walked quickly in. The ferret than turned his head to the mouse as he shut the doors behind him. "I guess i need to be relieved of my weapons?" He took his belt off and gave the mouse his scabbard with sabre in it, His parrying dagger, the javelin and than the bag containing 20 small caltrops. "Whatever you do. Don't drop that bag. You step on the items inside it and you will not be able to walk for weeks without hurting."
(If i made any misstake or missunderstood something. Tell me and i'll change it.)
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Post by Aalai on Feb 14, 2008 0:58:50 GMT -5
A javelin buried itself in the ground at Heinrich's feet. A few clumps of fur was stuck to its steel-cross-head tip. Yet for all apearences the otter on the wall hadn't appeared to throw anything, but his gleaming eyes suggested otherwise. The strong whiskey like drink dribbled down his chin fur, melding with his grey fur. Under his vest a giant belt of five javelins was visible, butn ow the otter had went back to watching the empty path. That vermin was bad news, probably nothink but a good actor. Surely his former wife, and dead daughter would agree. This ferret only thought he had it bad, wretch. At least he still had his freedom, and wasn't deformed. Did he have any idea how hard it was to swim without webbing(which was removed) and half a tail. That had been done to prevent escape.
"I can handle it." The stoic mouse said lifting the bag, and slinging it over his shoulder. Fixing the ferret with a glassy stare he picked the belt off the ground and walked off toward the abbey. "Someone go get our Abbess." A hedgehog turned her head, flinging her apron up over her mouth, then with a bow of her head she bobbed off into the abbey. Her high pitched voice repeating one word over and over 'SAOL! Abb SAOL!Abbess! SAOL! SAOL! VERMIN IN THE ABBEY!" Gossip was alredy spreading like widfire, and many unsupervied dibbuns were alreayd crowding the orchard watching the odd red eyed beast. They had never seen anything besides it before.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 14, 2008 12:09:24 GMT -5
At first. The ferret looked at the thrown Javelin and than walked around it. But when the hedgehog started yelling and younger creatures were all staring at him. He just stood there like a beast who had stage fright while doing a stage act. Already the ferret felt a little like a outcast. He was even starting to fear the chance that these younger creatures might have the freedom to throw anything they wanted at him and start booing at him and how the hedgehog took news that a creature such as he had entered their abbey. Most creatures from were he was yelled in happiness and cheered at him when he and his family came back from a battle. But here. It almost like a yell of complete terror. What type of horrible beasts could make a abbey like this snap like this?
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Post by carabadgermum on Feb 14, 2008 16:58:20 GMT -5
The Abbess heard the hogmaid's cry long before the creature herself reached her. She hopped up quickly from her seat at a table in the library and hurried to find out what was causing such a disturbance in her Abbey. She met the frightened hogmaid on the stairs and tried to calm her patting her spikes carefully with her large digging claw, "Hurr hurr naow, wot bees ee truble?"
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Post by Aalai on Feb 14, 2008 23:24:37 GMT -5
"Well the wall guards let a beast into the abey, and he's a ferret, ith 80 beasts or so he claims!" The Hogmaid stated exasperated. The hand of the young abbess did succeed in calming down the frantic maiden. Enough to stoop her from rushing out tjhe door and screaming the news to everyone. That beast had the oddest red eyes; he really didn't look to friendly to her. Ringu didn't like him. Ringu was usually a good judge of character; well if they weren't vermin, with vermin he was just a bit prejudiced.
Speaking of our dear alchoholic otter he was currently trying to murder the 'Pure' ferret with his eyes alone. Bark colored eyes bore into the back of the beast, as he fingered another javelin, the alchohol had already worn off, leaving a fowl taste in his mouth. Not to mention he now had a clear mind--focused on removing any threats from his hiome. Black clawed paws scrabbled for the javelin, and gripped the shortest one, raising it silently from the walltops.
Gripping the ferret's paw in his callused one the mouse warrior began to drag him towards the building. "Ignore them. They have all had encounters wiht 'your' kind in the past. In soem manner.:" It could have been anything fro mstories, to actual experiences, but almost all were firm believers that vermin were vermin; and that was that. They were still prejudiced agaianst the two wolf siblings Allarin(the mute) and Selesa. Both of which had disappeared this morning, off into the woodlands for another excursion. Hunting fish or the like no doubt, they didn't eat anything that could talk, meanig most birds.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 15, 2008 0:01:28 GMT -5
The ferrets tone seemed a bit upset "Let me guess? The more inferior ferrets? Tsk tsk. Some of the more so-called "normal" ferrets often do horrible things and give their more superior relatives such as I a bad name. When Me and my family and relatives encountered Abbeys. We saw them as places of trade and to rest up." As the ferret walked with the warrior mouse into the building. He could not help but ask a simple question. "I must say mouse is there a Infirmary?" He had been traveling a long ways to this abbey and of course had some small battles here and there. Not to forget he always trained with blades and fists. His bandages might need to be changed again.
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Post by carabadgermum on Feb 15, 2008 13:43:47 GMT -5
The molemaid and hogmaid reached the bottom of the stairs just as the warrior mouse was bringing the guest in through the large oak front doors. Upon seeing him she understood why the maiden had been so agitated. Those red eyes did give a rather frightening first impression. She pulled the hogmaid ((does she have a name Aalai?)) aside before she went to introduce herself. "Et bee ol roight naow, burr aye. You'm go on doawn to ee cellers an' 'ave a beaker o' strawbry cordal. Then you'm bee doin' gurt foine." She took a deep breath and raised a digging claw towards the tapestry as if in a kind of a prayer for strength. She knew how she much look to the stranger: very small, very young, and more then likely very inexperienced. The truth was she was all three of these things. If it weren't for her inborn, greater that average mole logic and healthy dose of support from the Abbey's guiding spirit she would be lost in a situation such as this.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 15, 2008 18:35:05 GMT -5
The ferret turned his head. Noticing the mole. Also the same hedgehog that was screaming her head off a few minutes ago. He was wondering if she was going to end up screaming again. Oh he hoped not. The ferret looked at the mouse and finally spoke. "Who are those two sir mouse?" He did not know that the mole was Abbess. To him. They all seemed the same. They wore robes. Few beasts in the Abbeys he had been to wore other things.
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Post by Aalai on Feb 15, 2008 18:53:59 GMT -5
When questioned about the infirmary the mouse nodded. "Our keeper is off on vacation at the moment though. I meant vermin earlier laddo" Although if it was as simple as bandaged most of her assistances could have him fixed up in no time at all. But that could be taken care of after he was assessed by the Abbes. It was odd how the warrior mouse still managed to hold the ferret, his weapons, and his own weight. Did this beast not know a vermin when he saw one?
(Viole) The Hogmaid nodded her head. Not wanting to disobey her abbess, turning away she ran off to the cellar. Oh the old cellarhog probably wanted to know. Ths Hedgehog had a voice like a squealing foghorn, and was one of the worst gossipers about the abbey. Of course she really never lied. Pulling her apron so it didn't brush the dusty ground she descended the stairs, her sandaled feet clicking. Now the mouse, Abbess, and Ferret were free to talk without being overheard by a gossip, unless you count those lurking right outside.
The Mouse didn't release his grip on the Ferret's arm. "That's our Abbess Saol, and our hedgehog Viole." The mouse's head whirled around as a loud clatter was heard, followed by a sickening crack. A eartenware jug crashed into the floor inches from the meeting place, the smell of reeking rum becoming saturated into everybeasts fur. The gourd(for that's what it was) was followed by the pattering of footsteps. Well pawsteps, and the osund of a large tail scraping against the ground. Out from around the corner emerged the wallguard Ringu. Both of his eyes holding a orrange tint to them, even if his speech was slurred it was still coherent. "Away from the Abbes' beastie." Beastie of course referring to the ferret, and not the mouse. The latter of which was receiving most of the otters glare. LETTING A MONSTER LIKE THAT IN! What if he tried to hurt the Abbess? Well the javelin clutched in his hand would prevent that, well this javel was much more like a fishing hook, or a Harpoon.
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Post by carabadgermum on Feb 15, 2008 21:00:38 GMT -5
"Burr, hush naow, Ring! You'm let or guest say 'is piece!" The authority in her voice belied the appearance of the little molemaid. But before she had the opportunity to say more a creature appeared behind her who was her opposite in size and tone. Lois the big female badgermum was alerted to the disturbance by the cries of the hogmaid and the sound of the broken gourd but she was not as fierce as her she may have seemed. She was infact clutching at her heart with her paw and said in a gentle voice. "Is something amiss, Abbess?"
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Feb 15, 2008 21:30:59 GMT -5
The ferret near jumped at the sound and felt the rum wet a bit of his back and leg fur and his tunic as he turned and noticed the otter. The same otter that tried to kill him! Smartly. He moved a few steps away from the mole, The hedgehog and the badger. Pulling the mouse with him with surprising forearm strength. "Calm down otter. It's shameful and cruel for a beast to harm another beast who is unarmed. Besides. I have not even touched you or your friends..." The ferret said as he started to slowly take his gloves off. Of course. The bandages were indeed in need of changing. But looking at his paws was not his plan. If that otter made a attack on him. He might have to knock the beast out with a right hook....
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