New Noonvale RP

[Abby The Rat]

 1. No changing the story line drastically.
2. No one sentence posting.
3. No newb type replies.
4. No Biographies are need in the begining. You will be able to state weapons when there is a need to have them out.
5. No god mode or auto hitting.
[Edited]6. OOC (Out of Character) post will be permitted, OOC: lines must be in gray
7. No post by newbs, unless they start acting like good RPGers.
8. Keep it Redwall related.
9. Any poor post will be deteled or edit by me
10. Remember this is a story like, so it would be good thing to use "speak marks" for speech and not * for actions*
11. Third person posts is prefered but first person is permitted.
12. The time is set in the future of Redwall.
[Edited]13.Takes hints from the Story Teller (ST). The ST is there to keep the RPing in the right time frame and stop people from getting lost.


Please RP this to the best of your abtiles.
I will be looking after this RP with my power as mod.



Good RP, and this is a offical RP and I'm offically moding this, so I gots my eyes open.

ST of this RP are Ad The Rat

[Dead Eye]

 I am going to help Ad run it, and be more "involved" this time.

[Abby The Rat]

 On a dark winter night, every beast is in the great hall, wait for the old rat to start his story of his time as a young rat with Bloodrath. The rat is the only vermin ever known to goodbeast to be the abbey warrior. "So is everybeast here?" The old rat said.

"Yes we are" cried one of dibbun.

"Huh, now who said that," Waving a finger into the crowd of dibbuns.

"Just get on with it, we want to know all about the famous otter" said the annoyied Abbess.

"Yiss, ok my Abbess" Was the rat reply. The youngest of the dibbun, called out in deep mole speech

"'ho is Addy Otter?", after all he didn't hear the anything about bloodrath.

"Adler Ottar, young one" corrected Ad.

Ad..ler..Ottar..., Addy Otter" said the mole as he tried to say it.

"Never mind. Alder was the abbot of old before he lived out his age, old he was." The rat sigh "Sometime I do wish that I could die young-oldist like him but who would live to tell the story of how in the end he because the most loved abbot of Redwall.

"Are you sitting well, then I will start the story." Wrapping the blanket around him as he lead back into his chair and started to read the story of Noonvale: The Lost Journey

"It was a bright summer evening and the feast of nameday was at an end, Alder Ottar, a young otter, was sitting on the Walltop with his friend ................

[Dead Eye]

 Log a Log of the Guosiom Shrews sat on the wall top with his best friend, the otter Adler. Log a Log was young for a shrew leader, and spent most of his time at Redwall.

Log a Log turned to his otter friend and spoke, "Adler, Redwall is so peaceful, I hope no evil ever touches it. And the food, er, it is so good. That meal was good, I need to run some of this extra fat off. Race you to the big tree over there!"

[Abby The Rat]

 Looking at the tree, Aldar wonders if some more of his friends is hiding behind that tree. "Ok Log a Log, your on" and before Log a log could even blink a eye he was off, running down the stairs.

[Dead Eye]

 As Adler rounds the corner Log a Log shoots out of the bushes. He yells behind him "Short cuts are fun"

[CoolClaw]

 Narnan, a young male squirrel waits in the tree as he sees the two racing towards the tree.  Narnan picks a ripe red apple from the tree and deicides to have some fun and starts tossing the apples at the two.  

[Dead Eye]

 As Log a Log run he sees the squirrel throw apples at him. Catching one of the apple threw it back at Narnan, the looks a like a dead shot and was about to knock him out of the tree.

[CoolClaw]

 NarNan falls out of the tree and a SNAP! is heard.  Narnan starts to cry as he looks at his bleeding leg.  Sister Freeda was watering some plants by the abbey wall and saw the young squrriel on the ground.  
Sister Freeda confronts LogaLog and gives a glare only she can give.  Narnan is still weeping on the groud as Sister Freeda takes Narnantp the Abbey.

[Beem]

   Zenni River pool comes walking around the corner, he quickly has to Jump to the side as he is nearly plowed over by the dashing log a log. ?Wow there!?  He says in surprise.  He then turns; quickly catching an apple being thrown before it brains him.  Taking a bite from the apple he nods to the squirrel in the tree. ?Thank-ee.?  His long deep purple colored festival habit is relatively clean.  The pan flute hangs about his neck.  He also wears a small crystal pendant necklace.  Walking up the wall top steps he sits on the battlements looking out at the night cloaked path below playing a small bit on his pan flute.

[Abby The Rat]

 Running up behind Log a Log, trying hard to keep up, his way to big sandels didn't help. He stopped by Zenni, taking a breather. "Hey Zenni" He panted "How are you?"

He notices the apple being throw back at him and log a log knocking out poor NarNan out of the tree.

"Ern better go and see to poor NarNan, Zenni" And he when off after Sister to the Sick bay.

[Kazaar]

 A large hare called Maximillion Sturgeon, but other people just call him Sturgeon since his name was so long, was at the sick bay when Sister Freeda entered. "What hath happened to Narnan? Wot wot!" Sturgeon said as he helped Sister Freeda get Narnan onto a bed.

[Dead Eye]

 Log a Log walks in the sick bay as well. He sees everyone gathered there. "I am really sorry Sister, but he threw an apple at me.

Looking away from the icy stare he talked to Adler "Oh, and Adler, a visitor owl just came to the door. He told old Cakin the gate keeper that there a creatures wandering Mossflower. I am heading a search party out wiht my shrews. Your welcome to join!"

[guardians of night]

 The skipper of otters has seen a few seasons and has seen a few battles, with the scars to prove it, but he still a lot of life in him yet. His clothing is a special one, a little patched in places but still good, was given to him from his mother who is no longer with him.

Skipper walked over to where Log a Log was and said "Hey Log a Log! I heard about the search party, and me and two of my otters will help."

[Dead Eye]

 "Well this is great news Skipper, we are leaving tonight, so get your gear ready, if these are vermain, we will need some weapons." Log a Log walked out of the sick bay, and started gathering his crew.