The dusty path

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Faerd

((Ahahaha finally got my avatar up... Also, please delete that earlier post of yours w/ skipper and faerd and the evildudes...))

   Skipper strode out onto the abbey grounds, a newly baked scone in one hand and a glass of nettle tea in the other. As he sat down by the abbey pond, a favorite resting place of his, a movement in the trees caught his eye. As he watched a squirrel leapt down from said tree and retrieved an arrow from where a crude target had been set up. Rolling his eyes, Skipper walked over, grinning as he saw Faerd stow both arrow and bow in a hole in the tree that looked a bit too fresh to be natural. "I'd be careful with those, young-un. You might hurt yourself or someone else! As it is, though, I have a little chore for you as punishment." Faerd groaned loudly as Skipper continued. "You know no one is supposed to practice weaponry inside the abbey grounds save at the practice range... Yet you, being too young to get in, set up your own. Now I'm supposed to tell the Abbot if anyone breaks that rule but I remember a young otter doing exactly the same thing in his day. Yep, that was me. Surprised?"

    Faerd was anything but surprised, having heard the stories of the burly Skipper of otters' early years. But Skipper beat him to talking once more. "I'll let you off easy. Deliver this food to the prisoners and I'll keep your secret, okay?" Faerd nodded quickly, a smile of thanks upon his face as he grabbed the bag Skipper gave him and ran into the abbey. Climbing down the darkened stairway to the temporary cells Faerd stopped as he heard raised voices. Probably those prisoners... he thought to himself, continuing on his way. The voices stopped suddenly as Faerd stepped on a particularly creaky step, then started up once more. Stepping into the dimly lit corridor Faerd peered into the gloom, holding out the bag to no one in particular. "Food for you, sirs..." Something hard hit him in the back of the head and he faintly heard a voice as his vision and mind faded into darkness. "Oh? They brought us food! How nice of em Twotongue! Lessee if we can get some more, eh?" Racous laughter followed the statement, but Faerd was already unconcious...
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

Firetooth

#16
((great here is some more))

Firetooth trecked on determindly, he wanted to kill skinner. It was his purpose in life, he was hungry but that couldn't stop him. Huge, lean muscles were under his mangy, flea biten pelt. He sat down and washed it, the sun shining on it making it look like the fire burning in his heart. He trecked on meaningfully, he had a plan to infeltrate Skinners war-boat, kill him then ride away, and conqour redwall abbey, or maybe castle floret, skinner's army would surely join him when they reaised his leader was dead. He grinned wickedly and trecked on with more determination
? "Hurry up and keep moving!" Twotongue hissed. The slavers burst into the dibbun's domitrary's, sister Basil was watching them. She didn't have time to raise the alarm, Clawface's mace killed her instantly, most of the dibbun's cowered in fear, but a brave mousbabe called Frugo started poking Mato with a stick. Mato gave him a kick that sent him sprawling, while the rest of his gang put the dibbuns in sacks.
? ?Suddenly, as they ran down the corrider, they came face-to-face with Skipper "Oi!" he shouted "What are you doing here?" Mato tried to kill him, but Skipper was a great warrior, he easily parried the blow and gave him a punch that sent him sprawling. He gave a yowl and more of his otter crew emerged, armed with javelins, swords, slingshots, bow and arrows, and kind of weaponry. The slavers gave them one look then ran.
? ?"Quick! Get out through the back!" Screamed Mato, they all sped away, the otters were strong warrios and incredibly brave, but they didn't have the pace to keep up the chase. Skipper groaned then told his right-hand man, a archer otter called Brawo, to inform Abbot Morgan and raise the alarm.

Meanwhille, far oversea...
? Nyjab The handsome Marten was preparing his army. He was a huge, chocolate-coloured marten who feared no enemy. He wilelded a Beautiful silver sword with a jewel-incrusted handle. He roase his voice clearly and spook full of ambition to his army of meerkats, rats, ferrets, weasels and foxes. "My beatufil army, my brother Skinner has a empire, I intend to take it" this was followed by a chorus of violent cheers, Nyjab carried on "But first I wan't to capture Redwall Abbey as my fortress, here is my plan..."
   The army gave wicked yowls of victory and Nyjab went off to find his crown and finest cloak. A smile spread across his dark brown face. Today, his little brother would pay for marooning him when he was sick.
? ?
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Faerd

Faerd was alive. This simple fact was tantamount to the waves of agony that washed through his body in a steady pulse. Fighting back the urge to cry out he focused all his energy into one eye, cracking open the lid and peering about. Orders were being given and he was being carried, tied up, on the back of a strong fox. As he stirred a cruel laugh was heard behind him, and something hard lashed against his side, drawing blood. Again and again the whip cut into skin, and finally a bloodcurdling shriek echoed from Faerd's body, the sound mingling with the cackles of his captors. "Looks like our little friend's awake!" one of the voices said gleefully. "Mingo, go tell the boss!" The whipping stopped and Faerd looked around, blood dripping down his cheek from a deep gash caused by the yew branch. "Y- you shall all pay for this..." he uttered angrily, his voice cracking from pain. A stoat stepped into view, wielding the long branch that had littered so many wounds upon the squirrel's body. "Ahh, but as for now we might as well have some fun with you. If we're going to pay later we might as well make you pay right now? Eh fellows?" Leers and laughs echoed through Faerd's mind and he spat out blood at the stoat's foot. "I- you will die, stoat..." he growled, to the general amusement of his captors, who simply cheered the stoat on as he lashed out with a footpaw, knocking Faerd back into the grateful oblivion of unconsciousness...
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

Firetooth

#18
(great work I'll edit this post to add more later.))

Nyjab's warship, the golden death, had just embarked on it's voyage. The waves splashed playfully against the huge ship's side. Nyjab grinned and pushed an older one of his hordebeasts into the water and laughed as he drowned. "no need for weak ones" he chuckled

meanwhile...
Towtongue and his slavers chained up the young ones and tied them to a tree. Frugo was making plans of escape already. The dibbuns tried to treat Faerd's wounds, but they were severe.
Twotongue went about making something to eat, he started boliing some watery soup over the crackling fire. He called Russetfleck to his side and they started trying feebly to make something edible.

Nyjab already spotted land, he slipped a jeweled dagger up his sleeve better safe than sorry he thought and swissed his sword playfully through the air then sheathed it.
? "Umm...master Nyjab, King of all, ruler of the land where the sun shines" a meerkat stammered "we are approaching land.
? ?Sudenly Nyjab's mood chnaged, he snarled and picked up the meerkat "do you think I don't know that?" he spat, making sure his spit hit the meerkat's face while he throtilled him, the sun shined off his fine red cape, making it illuminate the whole boat. Finally the meerkat gave one, jerky shudder and died. Nyjab hurled it's crippled body onto the rocks "anyone else who thinks I'm stupid or mutinies will have worse!" he growled then smiled sweetly "or do you think you could beat me in open combat?" the army of hordebeats all shuddered at the thought, Nyjab was the best swordsman in the Sunny lands.
? ?Abbot Morgan groaned as Brawo told him what had happened, he called a meeting in cavern hole.
? ?Cavern hole was illuminated only faintly by a few candles. Morgan slipped his spectacles on to his wrinkled face and began "Fellow good redwallers, it is my misfortunate duty to inform you of an urgent happening" he paused and ddrew in a breath as anxious murmus spread around the room "the prisoners have escaped, they've left death and destruction in their wake, they kiled Gruy the otter, sister basil and sister sage. They've also captured young faerd and all our dibbuns."
? Shocked yowls and moans greeted this statement until Skipper yellled "Silence!" he was very tense, sweat was dripping down his strong body and his shoulders were sagged in defeat.

  Firetooth was near the shore line. As he wiped sweat off his brow he realised something was wrong. Then, he saw it. A huge, oaken battle-ship, donnned by thousnads of vermin and lead by a fearsome-looking marten. He knew straight away it wasn't Skinner. It dressed to finely and had far to expensive weaponry. The crew started getting off from the gang plank on to the golden sand. Firetooth hid behind a treethis could be interseitng...
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Firetooth

#19
(sorry for double post but the last post was getting full)

As the crew came aboard, Firetooth hid behind the oak more stealthly, there were meerkats rats, any type of armoured vermin, lead by a fearsome, but magnificent marten. He unsheathed his claws as a weasel passed him, it was folowed by two rats scouts thought firetooth, and killed the rats and knocked the weasel out cold with one punch then dragged him into a bush to interigate him.
? "Who are you?" demanded Firetooth, the weasel cowered and was knocked down by a blow to the head "tell me!" yelled firetooth, the weasel cringed further.
  "Al-alright" it trembled "I am scriteflank, troop of the emperor and king of all Nyjab the marten" Firetooth threw him aside.
  "Who is this Nyjab?!" bellowed Firetooth, scriteflank cringed then was kicked.
   "He-he's a emperor marten, he plans to capture Redwall Abbey and then use it as a fortress so he can get re-revenge on his b-brother Skinner"
    "Skinner, you say?" Firetooth asked
     "Y-yes sir" Scriteflank stammered pitifully, wiping dirt off his magled tunic.
     "Well tell this Nyjab I'd be more than happy to help him" Firetooth replied putting the hood of his black cloak over his huge head. "Tell him I'll meet him at dawn"
      Scriteflank nodded then scurried away, his fear-scent smellable for miles.

(I know smellable proarbly isn't a word, but yeah I don't care)

Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Faerd

((Firetooth, I need you to post as Faerd's captors before I can. Also, in response to your signature... I DONT NEED TO TAKE THE FRICKING RDG!!! I ALREADY OWN IT!!!))
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

Firetooth

((Ok faerd sorry your dead now after reading my spam and thanks for joinging my sisters clan, shes been thinking people don't like her or something cause no ones joined and my brother who's been playing far less has already got three members. Back to RP, firetooth is going to meet the slavers later on))

Twotounge snored loudly, Russetfleck dozed as he leant on his spear, Mato leant on his sword whilst the others snored, suddenly Twotongue awoke with a grunt and stumbled to his feet. "Alright you 'oriblle lot up!" he yelled, the slavers had had an uneasy sleep and a nasty watery soup for dinner and were in a bad mood.
"Get that squirell up!" yelled Mato, Clawface kicked Faerd savegly. The rest of the dibbuns were awaking.
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Estuko

Speed met stealth as Aramadah WhiteFang studded silently through Mossflower Woods.Redwall Abbey was withing plain eyesight,though a good day's trek from the fox's current position.The sandstone walls had a certain special glow in them,so bright yellow eyes stared transfixed at the pink colors spreading on the wall from the sun.The white-furred,scraggy fox dodged under an oak's sturdy bough as she detatched her bow from a strap on her back.

Taking an arrow from the homemade leather quiver,she attatched it to the bow string and aimed up into the fringes of the trees.With the single twang of a claw,the bowstring shot around,a deadly arrow hissing into the leaves with deadly accuracy and speed.A caw was heard, along with the snapping of a twig from the boughs.A small woodpidgeon landed on the ground,the steel crafted arrow jutting from its chest.It will do for a good lunch before I make arrivals on the abbey.I am tired and need a good place to stay for a while,anyways.she thought,putting a claw at the pidgeon's beak.

She glanced over to Redwall one more time before she dodged into the thickets of plants and branches to gather wood for a fire,so she could enjoy some fresh meat.She gathered as many twings as she needed,inclusing the one that had snapped with the pidgeon as a stirring stick.She rubbed a bit of rocks and dry grass together with some sticks untill it began to burn,and then she sat down on her tired rump.Holding the pidgeon over the fire with the stick like a kabob,she turned untill it was finely roasted,and then settled herself down for a meal before the rest of the trek to Redwall.
Little fox,big bite.

Firetooth

(great rp Estuko I'll ad a bit more later)
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Estuko

((Thank you.Just going to say that I always think in italics and speak in bold.By the way,where are all the other characters right now?))
Little fox,big bite.

Firetooth

#25
(not that I know of but there is more clouours, here is some more)

Nyjab paced around uneasily, this cat could be dangerous, but it could be useful...he couldn't take the chance...he decided to sail further up the coast line and ignor the giant, soon he was straight outside redwall after a day or two of marching.
  Nyjab donned a fine red cloak and an impressive gold armour suit with bkue trims and unsheathed his beatufil sword, it was the dead of night and the pale moonlight dimly illumianted the abbey.   
   "Alright you lot time for my plan, three score of you charge the abbey with this burning cart, that should wake them up, then chrage in, meanwhile me and the remainder* will grapple in, redwall will be ours in one night! Watch out though they do have fierce warriors!"
    Skipper was pacing around uneasily in the courtyard, he wiped sweat off his brow, he couldn't sleep he had a bad feeling, suddenly he smelt smoke and turned too see the main door on fire "ATTACK! Were under attack!" he bellowed, then reached for his sword, but before he could draw it the horde had chraged in. He didn't get a chance to fight back.
   The otter crew watched in horror, then quickly Brawo took control, picking the two fastet runners he yelled "Tell father abbot to raise the defences, we're under attack an' skipper is dead!" the  remaining otters pelted the attackers savagely with slingstones.
    The diversion was working well.
    Nyjab was first over the wall and stealthily crept along, then he came face-to-face with the otters, he skillfuly slew them before they could utter a sound.
   
Is redwall facing it's darkest hour?





















*eighteen score ( a score is about 20)
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Estuko

((Wait,you said that Aramadah watched in horror as the smoke rose,so isnt hat powerplaying?I didn't make her do it  :-\ XD))

Aramadah was astonished at the sight of the abbey going under such a massive blow so quickly.Her scarlet cape flying behind her back like some evil phantom,she took off down the road on all fours.She ran as fast as she could,and within a half-hour she was standing bahind the fire cart.Ducking under the burning canvas,she jumped into the cart with artistically silent style.Taking a finely crafted oak sling out,she reached into a pouch on her right leg.

Out she pulled a jagged rock that could cause major damage to anybeast.Attatching it to the sling thong.She swung it heftily around her head,narrowly missing white scalp fur.She launched the stone up with frightening strength.It bounced off a ferret's skull and richocheyed to hit a rat between the eyes.Both fell lifeless.

Aramadah took out a long dagger and cut a hole in the top of the cloth.Reaching into her herb pouch,she picked some dry grass and stuck it into the flames reach.Embers flickered,making their mark on the dry plants.She midnlessly jumped into the horde and threw the burning grass down,beggining to fan it with her cape.She jumped back,a scratch had been made on her neck.It was under her fur,though,and would heal quickly with some healer remedies.She watched as the flames engulfed tons of soldiers of the evil name,the light of battle shining in her sapphire eyes.She grinned and threw pepper and salt on the fire.The flames cracked and burst like red lightning shooting from the ground.She leaned up with her back against the front abbey gate and howled a song of temporary victory.
Little fox,big bite.

Firetooth

(sorry just thought I'd make intresting I'll edit that bit out if you want, great rp! :D))

Nyjab realised the front attack had failed, he'd sighted a savage white fox, I'll deal with her later he though for now I just need to capture the abbot, then the battle will be over!
  The sinewy marten slide silenty into the domitory's and picked up the abbot with ease and put a sword to his throat then chucked him to two brutish looking rats, "wake everybeast up" he snigered "tell them if they move their little father dies, make them throw all thier weapons in a heap, then we'll lock their abbot up, they'll be forced to work as slaves!" he grinned then continued "Send arachers to deal with that fox, depsite my sword skills I don't relish facing her"
  The troops he chose shuddered, if Nyjab was sacred of the fox, who wouldn't be?
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Estuko

((Okay, :happy:))

Aramadah watched in disgust as the troops borded arrows onto bowstrings.She sniggered,though for no real accurate reason.She took one step back as an arrow shot from a stoat's bowstring with a twang.The arrow missed completly,giving her prescious time to select a weapon.An arrow shot from behind her,catching her tail.She snarled and picked the broken arrow out of her white fur.She hurled it at the archer,who took a blow in the ear with the point.

She ducked down,seemingly grabbing her bow out of no where.With an expert flick,an arrow found its mark in the neck of a rat,who fell back onto a weasel.I have an idea.....the thought rang in her head,accompinied by the idea itself.She dodged an arrow and turned the bow on its side like a crossbow.She grabbed as many arrows as her paw could manage and fixed them.

New weapon in hand,she jumped onto the cart.Aramadah aimed expertly to where she could hit all the archers......in one twang of the bow.She pulled the string as far as possible,took aim,and then swwwwwaaannnnngg! A bloodchurdling hissing noise came from all directions as the arrows each hit an archer.All fell,and the only animal on that feild left was Aramadah WhiteFang!

"There are bigger things to worry about.That fox will take over the abbey."she said between clenched teeth.She climbed the canvas and knocked a ladder down,making it hit the wall with a sharp noise.The fox climbed to the top wall and down the steps to the parade-grounds.Two gaurds were posted on the gate to Main Hall.Getting a couple of more sling rocks,she hurled them at the weasels,who fell to the Gates of Dark Forest.She walked to the door and opened it,revealing what she expeced--Nyjab and his horde!
Little fox,big bite.

Firetooth

#29
(Great here is some more. either way I don't think I'd wan't to get on Amardah's bad side!)
Nyjab had to hurl himself behind a rat to avoid a death-bringing arrow, he thought fast and drew his sword saying "How about I fight you in open combat?" as he did this he silently dipped poison onto the silver tip, which had no colour, mark taste or smell.
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Firetooth knew he'd been tricked, it was his intention all along to ditch the vermin, now the shore was his, here he could start recruiting an army ot kill skinner with, that is if the marten  he saw hadn't already done the hardwork for him.
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.