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#26 2019-11-20 23:12:18

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Re: The Tenderfoot Chronicles; a Long Patrol Adventure

Smoke and Mirrors, pt. 2
Ft. Elbio, Adrian, Monty, and Jinora as GM
Location: Southsward, the woods surrounding it

Three doors down. Knock three times. Speak to Parsins. Ask for the Claw's Brew. These were the only clues given by the enigmatic Selena before she fled through an open window... Now, the hares find themselves facing a small building, no more than a shack crammed into the space between the two businesses on either side of it. There are no signs, no gaudy paint - it's just... There. The front door is closed - and locked, should anybeast be rude enough to try - but sounds of movement can be heard from inside.


Elbio didn't gather much clues himself before he decided maybe he should get all of the long patrol hares together just...where was everyone?


Adrian walks up to the door, and raps his knuckles against the wood three times. "Oy," he calls out, putting on his best searat impression, "I'm 'ere ta speak ta Parsins, about th' Claw's Brew..."


Monty finally finds the place that had been recommended to him while speaking with Selena, and he takes a glance back at Adrian and Elbio. He stands beside the two, eyes on the door, and as Adrian knocks, the hare waits there quietly, quite curious to see if indeed they had been led in the right direction. That doe didn't seem to be the most trustworthy type, especially leaving so quickly through windows and such. He snerks a little at Adrian's searat impression, muttering in a low voice, "Eh, might wanna work on that a bit, Adj, y'sound like y'drank a mug fulla nails..."


Night is falling now, greeting by the soft kiss of torches blinking to life up and down the street. Southsward really is a quaint little place - one can only hope that whatever waits behind this door reflects that. As soon as Adrian knocks, the voices go silent. A small slot affixed to the door slides aside after the third knock, and a pair of dark, narrowed eyes glare out at the hares. "What in blazes ya doin' hollerin' out there?!" They demand before the slat slams shut. It seems, for a moment, that no one is coming - but then latches can be heard, and the door swings open. "Get in, quick. Now, on with ya - ya got lead fer feets? Ya heard me, c'mon." He hardly gives them room to breathe, move, or respond with all his grumping - but he does step aside, and allow the hares to enter the shack. Inside, there is a simple table on a ratty rug, a small oven, and three shrews. The hares will find space to be wanting, ears brushing the ceiling and bodies held a little too close for comfort. It's a tight fit.


Elbio frowns, should they go inside the room, he will of course if the others do.

Adrian does step into the room, first, taking the lead. He's extremely suspicious, however. "We're heah ta see Parsins."


Monty wasn't exactly the tallest hare in the Mountain to begin with, and so he doesn't have nearly as hard a time fitting into the room as the others likely do. Still, it seems to be rather close quarters, with shrews, which doesn't make the experience an entirely pleasant one. He eyes Elbio and Adrian briefly, before turning his attention back to the others in the room. "Er, sorry fer th'interruption of wotever it was you lot were doin' in here, but it seems we were told t'look for you, and it seems we found ya." He gives a nod as Adrian speaks.
"Aye, I heard ya th'first bloody time." The shrew huffs in response to Adrian, waving a paw. "An' that yer here fer the Claw's Brew. That's all we needs ta know." The shrew huffs, crossing their arms. "Addie, let th' lads in." One of the shrews, Addie apparently, shuffles away from the table, dragging it (and the rug) along with her. There's a door beneath it, hewn roughly into the floor. "Ya tell anybeast where this is, where /we/ is, an' ya wake t'find all yet guts on th'outside. Savvy? Now -" Another of the shrews, this one a young maiden hardly out of her teenage years, muscles open the trap door and drops down. There doesn't seem to be a ladder, because her claws can be seen desperately clutching at the edge until she's worked up the courage to drop down with a 'whumpf'. "Whatcha waitin' fer?" The older shrew gruffs at them again, their arms still crossed, a disgruntled expression seeminly permanently pressed across their face.


Elbio looks to Adrian as...well he is the main hare after all, "So sir? Wot do we...do?" He watches the shrews and again a look to Adrian to see what to do.


Adrian wonders if they should follow a stranger down a strange hole. Isn't that how Private Leo lost a kidney in Halyard, at least according to Patrol lore? "We go down," he says, and leads the way, though keeping aware of his surroundings and his weapons should the need arise...


Monty smirks a little, giving Adrian a light elbow. "Hrm. I dunno, I think m'guts would look pretty good on th'outside, th'color's would compliment each other nicely..." He watches carefully as the table is moved and the door is revealed, and he grins as said door is opened. "Yep, like 'e said, wot're ya waitin' for? Tally ho 'n all that!" He follows behind, not exactly sure how long the drop is, but he drops himself down into the hole, bracing himself for the landing.


The tunnel itself is pitch black, but not for long. As soon as their paws start to hit dirt, a flame blooms, clutched in the paws of the small shrewmaid. Her face, half-cast in shadow, looks nervous as she offers up the torch to whomever will take it. "Ya follow dis all the way down, aye? All the way. Ya reach the end, ya know it when ya there. Jus' the one thing - ya be /quiet/ aye? Soft as a shrew, aye? Ya goin' inta raw territories. Imagine ye'll get some 'splanations soon. But they cain't come from me." She gives them a curt nod and begins to scrabble back up the wall, waiting for the paw of one of the other shrews to descend the opening and haul her up. "Allaway!" She repeats, calling down to them. "An' good lucks!" The trapdoor slams above them, leaving the torch to become the only light they have.


Elbio follows last and so is in the back, ok they did need a rear guard he supposes as he tries to follow close behind and looks around as he moves slowly making sure to stay at the same pace and stay close to his fellow hares,


Adrian accepts the torch, then watches the shrew scramble her way back out. With the torch their only light, he frowns. "Why does this feel like a trap, Monty? Elbio, keep yahrself armed, wot. Don't let ya guard down. Okay... 'Opefully we don't wind up like Private Leo..." He starts to follow the tunnel.


Monty chuckles, "Usually it's the stuff that feels like a trap that isn't really th'trap, heh. Dunno what exactly they'd gain from foolin' us, but alas, we better get goin' before we lose th'torchlight." Monty grins, as they travel along the tunnel. "Hmm. Private Leo, eh? I heard that th'fellas that harenapped im were so incompetent, 'e ended up with three kidneys instead o'losing one!" Monty shakes his head with a chuckle, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious...like this whole deal wasn't suspicious on its own.


The tunnel seems to stretch forever; it's hard to keep track of time and distance when you can't see the passage of either, but it feels close to two, three miles. It isn't a visual marker that denotes the end of the tunnel, but a sound - distant, muffled. It's coming from above them. Talking, laughter, the clunk of boots on a floor... And a soft voice that calls from up ahead. "Long Patrol?" It's barely a whisper.


Elbio frowns, he can't help it  as he has to ask "Wot happen ta..Private Leo?" He seems worried now, ok he makes sure he has his saber and is suddenly even more alert and a little on edge now, he jumps slightly as a spider walks across his boot and disappears into a crack in the wall.
Adrian whispers to Elbio, "He followed a searat disguised as a haremaid into an alley, down a trapdoor, and then got knocked out. When 'e woke up, 'e was missin' a bloomin' kidney... Or so they say... It was a searat, right Mont?" Before he can elaborate further, his ears perk, at a sudden whisper. "Yes?" His free paw goes to one of his hidden daggers.


Monty chuckles to Adrian, "S'wot I heard, though I also heard twas actually a real haremaid, she just kinda looked like a searat. But yeah, he woke up n...shhh, wait." He pauses, and his ears perk as they near the end of the tunnel, and the hare blinks as he hears those words. "Didja hear that, Adj? Sounded like they knew we were comin'...heh. What're th'odds o'that, y'think?" He stands beside Adrian, "Aye, is th'Long Patrol. M'guessin' they sent ahead we were comin', eh?"


"Somethin' like that." The owner of that voice steps forward, and a second torch bursts into life. Illuminated in its wane light, is an all-white doe with pink eyes. "I imagine ya aren't too happy t'see me." Selena says, and it almost sounds like an apology. "But I'm grateful that ya came."


Elbio stays close to Adrian and jsut waits to know what to do, he is not touching his saber but he is also not fully relaxed either, and on high alert, even as another spider walks past,this time he just stays still and quiet.


Adrian harrumps at the doe. "I should say we aren't. I want y' t' tell us exactly why we shouldn't take ya t' th' town guard right now. Where are we, wot is this place?"
Monty's eyes take a moment to adjust as the doe reveals herself, and the hare stands there and stares wordlessly for a few moments. He blinks, his jaw moving but nothing coming out at first as the cogs in his brain turn and try to figure things out as best they can. Finally, he manages an "...uhhh....wait, Adj..." He holds out a paw to his friend. "That's her! That's th'one I was chasin! Y'shoulda seen 'er jump out th'window!" His tone has a hint of admiration, a grin upon his muzzle, before he gives a shake of his head and gets back to business. "So, er, yeah. I'm actually pleased t'see ya, miss. See, yer th'cause of all th'confusion, so who better t'talk to than...yerself?" He scratches an an ear with a paw. "All we wanna do is help get things sorta out, and ya keep runnin' from us like a weasel with 'is tail on fire. We wanna help if we can, so...just talk to us. Tell us wot's goin on."


"Sorry abou' all th'runnin' an' everythin'." The doe winces, looking between the three bucks. "Honest, it weren't me fault - I'll tell ya everythin' I know. In exchange... There's somebeast wot needs takin' out, if ya smell wot I'm stompin' in." She gives a nervous smile, pink eyes flashing in the flickering torchlight. "But in order t'do that, yer gonna have t'trust me... An' I know ya got no business doin' that. But they - /he/ - has me brother." There's a weight when she says 'he'. "He's got someone from lotsa beasts around here, it's how he keeps us doin' what 'e wants." The doe pauses, glancing up nervously as the sounds of laughter grow louder above them. "'Is name is Gutclaw. We're pretty close to 'is camp - uses this tunnel t'smuggle beasts an' contraband in an' out of Southsward. Fancies he'll take th'place over, one day. Make it a fortress." She rolls her eyes. "Was hopin' he'd try it, so 'e could get kilt an' we cin move on. But no such luck." She sighs. "I think yer th'only ones wot can fix
fix this. I've got a plan, but ya won't like it."


Elbio frowns "Gutclaw..such a lovely name, not" He states as he listens to the plan.He still stays close to his fellow hares.


Adrian relaxes, a little. "Right undah th' nose o' Squirrelking Garheld, too." He shakes his head, then frowns. "Just 'ow terrible is this 'plan'?"


Monty listens to the doe explaining the situation, and he gives a slow nod. Something even resembling relief washes over his face, as her story seems to make a whole lot of sense and fits in line with how most of the types like Gutclaw operate. Plus it meant that she more than likely was not guilty of the crimes she'd been accused of, and proving her innocence was one of the main things Monty wished to accomplish. "Alright, so...this plan o'yours. Out with it. The odds that we won't like it are pretty slim, t'be honest, miss, we're used t'this sorta thing. Kinda made our name on it, actually..." he grins, sticking his chest out proudly, giving his ear a waggle. He listens, also listening to the commotion just above them as well, though his concentration is on Selena.


"Ain't right under 'is nose, not exactly." Selena gestures with her free paw above them. "Yer further out than ya think. We're in th'woods, pretty deep. Tunnels th'only way in an' out, an' cause it's woodlanders wots been forced inta all this..." She gives a shrug. "He's ugly, but he s'not dumb. But Gutclaws' been nervous 'bout th'Patrol in Southsward. So, wot I propose, is I... Bring ya in as prisoners." She holds out a paw, quickly, expecting dissension. "It'll get us past 'is guards, keep 'im from throwin' ya straight in th'brig. But I don't do yer binds right. Soon as we're in th'room with 'im, you lot cin break free, an' then it's just a blood bath with 'is closest cronies, Gutclaw goes down, an' we cin get th'prisoners out. We cin get me brother out. Everybeast goes home happy. Well." She shrugs again. "Less we all die."


Elbio listens closely as the haremaid explains what is going on and just who this beast they need to find is.He sighs at the dead possible part but that seems part of being a long patrol hare now, possible death can happen at any time.


Adrian frowns. She's right. He doesn't like it. "Wot about our weapons? We c'n use our fists, fine, but some beasts need a good stab-through ta really put 'em down, wot..."


Monty thinks over this plan, the hare beginning to pace back and forth, his paws held behind his back in the process. He appears deep in thought, and it takes him a little while to finally decide. "Right. Well, hmm, I'm on board..." he replies, with enthusiasm. "I'm thinkin' it's a brilliant plan, will get us right behind th'enemy lines without much thought." He nods his head. He glances over at Adrian, "Oh bah, you forget, Adj, yer lookin' at th'best straight up boxer in th'entire Mountain...." he boasts. Maybe it's not entirely true, but, all things considered, boxing is Monty's speciality. "Plus we're pretty good at kickin' as well..." he gives Adj another nudge, before he seemingly decides for the group. "Alright, y'get yerself a deal, miss. We'll do it. Just tell us wot t'do, and consider it done. We'll get yer brother out, don't worry..."


"I'll have 'em." Selena answers. "Can get 'em to ya soon as the fightin' starts." If all goes well. If. The journey to the surface goes much quicker than the one they took to get to the rendezvous point - a ladder brought them up into a wooden hut. Dirty, ramshackle, but sturdy - the sounds of a small vermin horde can be heard outside. Selena seemed comfortable throughout all of it, comfortable with the sounds and smells, comfortable as she bound their paws, loose but with a false knot that could be slipped at the right time, and comfortable as she led them through the vermin ranks. Mean faces sneered at them as the hares were marched through the camp, a relatively well-laid out affair, tactical in the placement of buildings, efficient in its operation. Gutclaw, it seemed, could have been successful. Maybe he still will be. "Got gifts fer 'is lordship." Selena finally growls to the two ferrets stationed outside the most lavish of the huts. "Those Long Patrol snoopers?" She gives a tug on the rope. "Caught three. Hear there's one more doe runnin' bout town somewhere, but this ones got /rank/." She gestures to Adrian and, with a sneer, one of the armed ferrets opens the door for them.


Elbio knows when to go along with a plan and so he palys well the part of a -captive- as he will wait for the time, when the time is right and only then will he fight with his fellow hares and do his best to take down any evil beasts here.


Adrian plays along as well, really getting into character. "Ya'll pay f'r this treachery, female scum," directed toward the doe, then a defiant glare at the vermin. "Yah'll all pay f'r it!"
Monty trudges along beside the others, the young hare putting on his best dour and hopeless expression as he follows alongside the others, paws 'bound' behind his back. He keeps his gaze focused straight ahead, not looking at any of the sneering beasts as they pass through. As they arrive at the door, he remains silent, continuing to stare ahead as he waits for them to be escorted into the hut. "Bloody traitor," he mutters to the doe. "Offered t'help an' this is how y'repay us. Yer a disgrace t'yer species an' goodbeasts in general. Go boil yer bottom in a pan'o'grease...I'll give ya gifts...!" He sneers, before turning his eyes back towards the hut.


As soon as the four hares enter, the room goes silent. Bottles freeze before they reach their master's muzzles, cards are dropped, dice forgotten. There are a dozen vermin in the room, total, but the most impressive by far is the stoat lounging at the far side. "Pat 'em down." Gutclaw's voice is gruff, and he gives a groan as he pushes himself up from the overstuffed chair in which he had been lounging. He is a noble beast, well groomed, muscular - his prescence demands respect from the rabble around him, and Selena gives a laugh. "Aw, boss. Ya think so little'a me that I wouldn't take their loot?" She empties a roll to the floor, and the hares weapons go clattering to the ground. Gutclaw gives a small snort. "Can never be too careful." Two beasts step forward to pat down the hares, searching for any weapons they may have hid. "They look... Fiesty, these little bunnies." Gutclaw continues, studying them. "We'll make an example of them. Teach the Mountain to keep their grubby paws where they belong - would you like a new coat, Selena? This one's got a good color on him." He nods towards Monty.


Adrian is just itching to beat the daylights out of Gutclaw, but he waits. There needs to be a sign, right? Three hares against over a dozen vermin... He doesn't entirely like the odds, but he has to hope luck is on their side. He gives Monty a side-long glance, and waits, knowing the time to strike is *very* soon.


Monty's eyes immediately fall upon Gutclaw as they enter the room, and they never leave the stoat who is most obviously the leader. He continues staring at him even as the other vermin pat him down, the young hare giving him his best glare. He absolutely hated him and his type, always walking over weaker beasts and taking advantage of them, and any thoughts or snarky comments he usually might make are dashed in one fell swoop...especially when Gutclaw comments about making him into a coat. Paws clench behind him where they are died, and the hare certainly gives off a defiant, warriorlike vibe...what a different a few minutes can make, especially with Monty, who already has issues with shifting personalities. He merely stands there, staring, not even looking at his companions...his focus is now singular, and intense.


"Good haul, my sweet." Gutclaw croons, hooking a claw beneath Selena's chin possessively. The gesture could be loving, or he could apply just a small amount of pressure and split her throat. She stiffens. "Well, Long Patrol!" He grins, throwing his arms wide and releasing the doe from her momentary captivity. All around them, activity resumes. Cards are flipped. Dice clatter on a table-top. Laughter returns. "Welcome to my camp. I am Gutclaw, and you... Are quite the prize. But what will I do with you?" He asks, now dropping back into his seat. "Selena, won't you join me." She grumbles something, and his eyes narrow a fraction. "What was that? You hares, so hard to understand sometimes. Perhaps your dear brother should come here and translate for you - let's hope for his sake that you are only saying nice things. You wouldn't want him repeating such vulgarities, that is an offense punishable by... Well." His sneer grows. Behind her back, she holds up a single claw to the other hares. "Where's my drink? Bring me a drink!" A rat scuttles forward to do his bidding, and as Gutclaw reaches for the bottle, Selena snarls out: "Go!" And sucker-punches a ferret at her side.


Adrian hears the word "GO!" and he's out of his bindings immediately, launching himself at Gutclaw like a blue-grey blur, fists pummeling whatever they connect with. Any vermin that make the mistake of getting in his way are quickly sent to the Land of Nod, or even Hellsgates if Adrian hits hard enough.

Monty most certainly notes Gutclaw's behavior towards Selena, and he has to restrain himself watching as the stoat toys with the doe, and even threatens her with harm to her brother. Still, his eyes never leave the wannabe warlord, his paws clenching behind him, eager to be free of his bonds. Luckily he manages to keep his cool and not immediately blow their cover. A few moments pass, Monty watching Selena carefully for that signal. When it finally comes, he wriggles his paws out from his ropes, and almost immediately bounds straight for Gutclaw. "Th'only drink yer gettin' is a mouthful of yer own blood!" he snarls, Adrian seemingly beating him to the punch, no pun intended. "EULALIAAAAAAA!!!" He moves to take out the ferret that Selena punched first, then turns and begins to swing his fists at whoever was unfortunate enough to get in his way. He may be a little on the smaller size as far as LP hares go, but he still packed quite a mean punch...as those vermin are quickly beginning to find out.


Their weapons are still on the floor where Selena dumped them, and the doe helps herself to one of Elbio's daggers now, scrambling for the nearest target. Gutclaw is happy to pull an underling in front of him, shoving the unfortunate rat at Adrian while the stoat creates enough space to draw his broadsword. "Devious slime!" He barks, kicking over a table. It's chaos, now. "He'll die for this!" Gutclaw means Selena's brother, that much is clear.


Their weapons are still on the floor where Selena dumped them, and the doe helps herself to one of Elbio's daggers now, scrambling for the nearest target. Gutclaw is happy to pull an underling in front of him, shoving the unfortunate rat at Adrian while the stoat creates enough space to draw his broadsword. "Devious slime!" He barks, kicking over a table. It's chaos, now. "He'll die for this!" Gutclaw means Selena's brother, that much is clear.


Adrian soundly knocks out the rat underling, but now Gutclaw has drawn a broadsword. He brought a sword to a fist fight, to be expected. Adrian turns, and dives back toward the pile of weapons, to scrabble through the pile for his rapier... "Ah damn," he mutters. One rapier against a broadsword... Not likely to end well, unless he uses all his best fencing moves.


Monty would be more than happy to assist Adrian in fighting Gutclaw, however the hare is occupied with tussling with a weasel who thought it'd be wise to take him on in a fistfight. That doesn't last very long, as said weasel is taken out with two punches. Monty doesn't seem to feel the need to use weapons however, and he bounds to the next vermin, aiming a hard headbutt and a swift kick with his footpaw. As the surge of battle begins to flow through his veins, the hare thwacks left and right with his paws, a tan blur as he darts about the room, doing his best to take out as many vermin as he is able.


Swinging his broadsword with all his might, Gutclaw very nearly takes off the head of one of his own. He misses Adrian, for whom he was aiming, and it buries itself into the soft wood of the hut's wall. Wrenching it loose, something groans in the infrastructure that leaves several beasts looking up - there's a CRACK as a section of wall collapses, the structure quickly assembled. Never meant to be permanent. Selena takes the brunt of it, and while she isn't crushed to death, she is trapped. It's just the bucks versus the vermin, now. The doe does, however, manage to hamstring a passing ferret, and her dagger plunges into his throat as he falls to the ground, screeching. His screams stop. The rest of the hut manages to stay standing, though the place is falling apart. Outside, the camp has caught onto the chaos, and vermin rush about, though they don't dare running into the broken building just yet. "I'll roast ya over a spit ya gamey little -" dropping his broadsword, Gutclaw reaches beneath his cape to retrieve two short swords. He favors sport. He lunges at Adrian. Behind them, the remaining six of his fellows are rushing Monty and Elbio!


Adrian narrowly escaped having a log brain him in the head, but he's a nimble beast, quick on his feet. "Now, that's more like it!" he exclaims, when Gutclaw abandons his monstrous broadsword. He brings his rapier up to block the stoat's two blades, with a crash of steal. "I'll 'ave you know, that I took 'ome th' trophy f'r th' bloomin' fencin' tournament at th' last Long Patrol Games, wot! Y'r fightin' a bloody champion!"


"Your silly games don't impress me, rabbit." Gutclaw sneers, bearing down on the slender weapon, using his weight to his advantage. But he is smart. He doesn't keep pushing, knowing that a quick slip and a jab would be the end of him. He takes a step back, calculates his next move, and lunges again. "What do you know of war, lad? What do you know of struggle and triumph? /Real/ triumph - your enemy crushed, his land yours, his titles yours. No, you are happy to hide in your mountain playing hero." He swings, parries, and swings again, slashing in a slow circle. Keeping on the move. Monty and Elbio are beset from all sides - but training and time is paying off. These vermin aren't up to snuff, and they are crumbling beneath the buck's blows.


Adrian grimaces each time the stoat calls him a rabbit. It makes his blood boil. Rabbits are lazy, shiftless. Good for nothing. "Stop...Callin'...Me...RABBIT!" He's a good fencer, but Gutclaw might be better. The stoat has him on the defensive, only able to block each strike, but unable to parry his own... And that makes him angry.


"You misuse your /fury/, lad!" Gutclaw presses, his grin growing. "There are better uses for it. Better uses for your /pride/. Mold it, use it - I know I could. We could do good business together." His constant needling and speaking is meant to keep Adrian off balance mentally, and he can see that it's working. Skill means nothing if you can't think straight - but it also means that Gutclaw's mind isn't on the fight in full. Not completely. "Little rabbit, so far from home. Who are you trying to impress? Did daddy not love you enough?"


Adrian strikes out. "You leave mah fathah out o' this." He's disgusted by the suggestion that he'd work with Gutclaw... But, perhaps he could turn that to his advantage. He purses his lips, looks the stoat dead in the eye. Keeping his blade up defensively, he asks, "Wot d' y' mean... Work w' ya?" He feigns interest, likely to the trapped doe's alarm if she can hear him. If Monty were listening, he'd know the Corporal was trying a tactic. But he's too busy beating the crap out of all the other beasts.


"Are ya /mad/?!" That's Selena, stuck beneath the crippled building. Gutclaw, however, gives a wicked smirk. He seems to have struck a nerve mentioning this hare's father, but Adrian's response still surprises him. "You've seen my beasts. They lack discipline, they lack training, they lack /gumption/. They do what they're told... Mostly poorly." His weapon remains raised, but his guard relaxes. "A military beast like you could turn this rabble into a real army. We could take anything. Anywhere. The world would be ours." He remembers the buck's reactions. Even father couldn't deny your might." One sword is sheathed, slowly and carefully, and a paw extends. "What do you say, partner?"


"Are ya /mad/?!" That's Selena, stuck beneath the crippled building. Gutclaw, however, gives a wicked smirk. He seems to have struck a nerve mentioning this hare's father, but Adrian's response still surprises him. "You've seen my beasts. They lack discipline, they lack training, they lack /gumption/. They do what they're told... Mostly poorly." His weapon remains raised, but his guard relaxes. "A military beast like you could turn this rabble into a real army. We could take anything. Anywhere. The world would be ours." He remembers the buck's reactions. Even father couldn't deny your might." One sword is sheathed, slowly and carefully, and a paw extends. "What do you say, partner?"


Adrian slowly lowers, then drops his rapier. The other beasts, those not actively getting beat to crap by Monty, all stop. They watch. What is he doing? He grabs Gutclaw's paw. "Free the woodlanders first."


"Ya /bloomin' idiot!/" Selena shouts, now actively struggling beneath the heavy load pinning her to the floor. "Free the woodlanders?" Gutclaw's eyes narrow, the tactics buzzing in his head. "It would mean relinquishing my hold on Southsward. It would mean losing the city - sometimes greatness requires dark deeds to achieve. Necessary sacrifices. But I can tell you this - they will only be held while they are /needed/. When the city is mine? They are free to do as they please. Free to go." It's hard to tell whether or not he is telling the truth - or what /his/ version of that truth means. Enslavement? Death? Genuine release? Those eyes betray nothing but ambition. He raises an eyebrow, holding the hare's paw but not yet shaking it. "Is this agreeable to you?"


Adrian casts a quick glance over to Monty and Elbio, who are both watching this go down. "What if I were to tell you there is another, greater city, to the north-west?" The hare's reaction is inscrutable now. Is he attempting to bargain with the vermin? Does he sense something different about Gutclaw? That underneath all the kidnapping and attempted coups, that he can be trusted, somehow? "A city of fah greater wealth than Southswahd can evah hope t' be..." Or is this his last gambit to get the vermin to leave peaceably, without bloodshed?


"Oh?" Gutclaw's eyes narrow a fraction more. Behind him, some of his beasts are raising weapons, but he holds up his free paw, the short sword still in it. They stop where they are. "And what city is this, that is worth abandoning all the work that we have put in here? You saw the tunnel, yes? The loyalty among the villagers? That is an investment. It will need to be a high payout to abandon it."


Adrian mmms. His final gambit. "Aclidia. It's called Aclidia..." He shakes his head, squares his shoulders. He willingly dropped his rapier. He has to face this consequence. "But no, you're right. You've gone to all this work. All I can do now is offer myself in exchange for Selena and her brother, and my two friends. I can't best you in a sword fight." Monty starts to interrupt, but Adrian raises a paw to quiet him. "You let them go, scot free."


"Hm..." Gutclaw considers this, chewing at his bottom lip for a moment, never releasing his grip on Adrian's paw. "You are a noble beast, I see. This is my first lesson to you: it will be your downfall." He lets go. "Aclidia. I have heard of this place... And it is apparent that my methods are not foolproof." He looks down at Selena, lip curling. "I have no use for those who would betray me." For a moment, his grip tightens on the sword - she is helpless, there. She deserves death, having betrayed him. Having brought this down around him, having brought these hares into his midst - but if such a small thing could bring it all down, it was built on shoddy foundation, like the hut they stand in. "Aclidia." Gutclaw repeats, and with a sigh, nods. "You run a hard bargain, but your logic is sound. Aclidia it is." He reaches forward again to shake Adrian's paw.


Adrian shakes Gutclaw's paw. He doesn't look at Monty or Elbio for now. The stoat's initial offer, to join his band... It was beyond tempting to the young hare. Still is. He almost said yes. Still almost might. And that rattles him. He gestures to Elbio, to help Selena out from under the debris. To get her out of the hut. "You are not entirely ignoble," he counters, having some form of grudging respect for a beast who would listen to reason. A beast who could sway Adrian with his obvious charisma.


"And my offer will stand, friend." Gutclaw resigns, sheathing his sword and waving for the beasts behind him. "Help them release the doe, and start packing. We have higher payouts to chase." The stoat, not quite a warlord, but well on the way, turns to leave, pausing at the now-slanted door of his hut. "If you reconsider my offer... You may find me in Aclidia. My beasts will not bother you. The white one knows where the others are being kept." And then he is gone. True to his word, the vermin leave them be, and at his behest help heave the bulk of roof and wall off of Selena. "Yer a mad beast." She huffs, rubbing at her legs. She's bruised, but not broken. "A mad beast, ya know that?" Declining help to stand, she gives another huff. "Let's get th'rest an' get out of here."


Adrian can't argue there. He's never stared down a vermin like that, nor talked them down, either. Never gained a grudging respect before... He keeps that to himself. "It was this, Miss, or a slaughtah tha' we weren't guaranteed ta win. The odds favahed th' vermin, poor fightahs they may be. I made correct assessement that Gutclaw could be reasoned with... Besides, that Aclidia I mentioned? It's a vermin-run city. So if 'e takes it ovah, it's literally no skin off mah nose..."


"Call me 'Miss' again, an' I'll be th'one takin' skin off yer nose." Selena grumbles, rubbing at her sore waist and legs. She's going to be feeling that for days. "Pris'ners is this way." She leads the way to another hut, this one full of cages. A makeshift brig. A large buck perks when he sees Selena and stands. "Sel? Wots goin' on? Whole camps in a tiz-" "I told ya I'd get yer dumb scut out of there." The doe cuts him off, waving in the guard. Reluctantly, the rat begins to open the cages. "Gutclaw's orders." She reminds them, grin growing as she throws her arms around her brother's neck. "Little sister to th'rescue agin. An'... Who're yer friends?" Other beasts - shrews, a rabbit, an aging mouse - are stumbling loose, confused and alarmed. Monty and Elbio are there to calm and direct them.


Adrian adresses the other buck. "Corporal Adrian Swiftbuck, of th' Long Patrol, wot. I bargained f'r yahr lives, an' some'ow won. Don't ask. The important thing is that yahr free, Gutclaw is 'eaded ta greenah pastures, where I expect 'e'll be much 'appiah, an' I still got a lettah ta delivah ta yahr king. So, shall we 'ead back ta Southswahd?"


The freed beasts are eager to return home - all but the doe. "I think I'll wait outside th'city. Still got some - ah - outstandin' warrants. Rightly earned, too. Not everythin' came from Gutclaw's orders, he picked me fer a reason." She sighs, her smile sad. "My brother is free, an' I'm goin' t'move on." There's a pause. "Hey, you lot wouldn't happen t'be hirin', would ya?"


Adrian nods his head resolutely. "Tha's why we're out 'ere. T' find more patrol beasts, wot. We're kinda low back 'ome. It's not an easy journey, though. We'll be pressin' furthah south aftah I delivah this message t' King Garheld... So y' bettah make yahr goodbyes t' yahr brothah..."


The goodbyes are emotional, but happy. The vermin encampment left behind, high activity overtaking it. If they are baffled by their leader's sudden change of heart, Gutclaw's underlings don't question it. Southsward guards are waiting at the gates, as usual, but the return of so many missing beasts? Captain Stryker himself is shaking paws and thanking the hares, all except Selena. True to her word, she waits in the woods, happy to bask in freedom and camp out while the Long Patrol finishes their business in the Village. Tearful reunions grip the city - a young maid retrieved from an orphanage by a father thought dead, a mother reunited with her son, a husband returned to Parsin's arms. He can't stop kissing his forehead, between promises and plans to destroy the tunnel. Free. Happy. Relieved. Southsward was never fully aware of the dangers plaguing it, but they can all feel the release from it. Things will be better here, and the Patrol are to thank for that.

And all the while, a vermin horde lays plans - new plans - on the road to Aclidia.


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Re: The Tenderfoot Chronicles; a Long Patrol Adventure

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==Last part of Southsward Adventure ==

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#28 2019-12-02 17:40:55

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Re: The Tenderfoot Chronicles; a Long Patrol Adventure

******This Island Hides Danger-Tenderfoot Adventure Role Play*******


WHOM:

Dearil Sharepclaw-ME- Evil 2nd in command of Blackrose

Atvi-ME- Former Novice of Redwall Abbey

Kalypso -Leader of the Blackrose

Emersyn  - Hare and Escaped Slave!

Elbio- Long Patrol Hare


Spoofs of slaves and Blackrose Beasts...

LOG:


It was a normal day for those of the Blackrose and its slaves. Some light rain fell and the air had  a small chill to it as the leaves  were indeed  beautiful shades of red and orange, some yellows even but the beasts who were slaves were far from happy in the hidden valley of the small island. Once a home to about 2 dozen rabbits.Those rabbits now slaves along with any other passing traveler that came to the island.

Visits were rare though, but once in a while they came like a family of shrews, that same day all 5 shrews were slain.another time a hare and a badger came to visit, the badger Mancio was killed protecting the hare, the hare was Emersyn..and she was taken as a slave. The only other non rabbit was a vole named Atvi..a novice from Redwall who wishes he never left the abbey at all that one day.

It was today...two beasts planned an escape attempt…


Emersyn watched the guard closely as she passed out some tea and ale, a glance back to other slaves doing various chores.

The guard takes the ale and nods his thanks as he chugged it down, the other guard got ale as well and one got tea and went elsewhere  as it was their time to  get some rest.

Atvi was close by chopping some firewood.Every one in a while he looked up at where the hare was and then would get back to work.

Dearil sneered “Chop more wood already slave, we need a good deal for winter season after all and some for cooking”

Kalypso stood by the large building they had built, this is where the Blackrose stayed, the rest..the slaves, stayed mainly in the barn, too small to do much but sleep, they stayed dry but not warm as warmth was a small fire pit and logs were not always there for the fire.

Emersyn got close to Atvi as she looked back and forth “I drugged the ale, it should work soon...we can escape and get help”

Atvi frowns “Help where, we have to get off the island first and it's hard to say how close help is, Redwall Abbey is a good 3-4 weeks away”He frowns at that thought, if the Blackrose grew the way it wanted to, the abbey could one day be in trouble “And it's still a ways anywhere else unless there is some village somewhere”

Dearil didn't think too much of slaves talking, not like they could escape as there was only one  way into and out of the hidden valley and two guards stood there.

Kalypso looked bored, not always a good thing”Someone best bring me some fish and creme and  NOW!”


Emersyn looked over as slaves  hurried about to please their master and owner, a glance at the guards at the entry.

The two guards had both drank the ale and ate a good bit of  fish and mixed vegetables, food,ale and sleeping herbs soon get to them and they are fast asleep for likely a couple hours.

Atvi nods, “Yeah and before they gather the slaves to go inside.”He is all for escape, even if they don't have a plan on where to go once off this horrible place, it didn't use to be  horrible he knows and he would love to see it a happy place again.

Dearil looked around and yawned, the light rain was interesting and he  glances over at the feline and snorted, does she always have to complain, he snorted again as  standing around was starting to get to him he needed..action or  a chance to get off the island and  hunt.

Kalypso likely would still complain, but today it seemed the fish and creme were to her likely and she shooed the slaves away.She did have plans to get more slaves but not many came to the island, but beast did pass through the area with goods, so maybe  in a day or two as a couple scouts did keep an eye on things and there was the lookout tower to see the beach.

Emersyn took a chance and quickly went to the entry and studies the guards, she motioned for the vole to follow her.

Atvi frowned but then bolted, almost tripped but made it beside her, they were so very very close now.

The two guards, snored away..an earthquake  would likely not wake them right now.

Dearil stood up better , he spoke to one of the  other slavers “Gather the slaves for  dinner.”

Yeah, the slaves dinner was  a simple thin soup with a few potato slices, water and maybe a roll at times.

Kalypso watched as the slaves were gathered up and  counted them quietly, ok maybe she would wait as  sometimes one or two were elsewhere, they went out to the beach but only with a guard  and she knew when guards went in and out and that wasn't today yet.

Emersyn quickly grabbed Atvi’s paw and ran! She ran to the  small tunnel and down it and didn't even stop when they came onto the path to the beach “There is me and….”Tears come “  Mancio’s  boat if it wasn't destroyed, it's a small fishing boat but it fit me and a badger!” She only hoped it was still there and  able to  get them to the main land area.

Atvi hurried along, he didn't complain when at first he was dragged a little, he  kept his balance and smiles..freedom? Not yet he decided as he nodded “Lets hope its still there”

Dearil noticed something was...he scanned the slaves “Two are missing and so are...two guards”As the slavers also meet to eat  dinner, just a lot better food.He  looked to the entry and narrowed his eyes as he marched over just missing the escaped slaves, he checks the guards and the mugs, more narrowing of the eyes “Sleeping herbs?!” He then growled and broke the mug, the two guards would never wake as punishment was already decided for them, each a throat slash and they died as the  2nd in command roared out “There has been an escape!!!” And it was clear, hey only way in and out, where the two missing slaves were heading and if they acted now they could recapture them and it would be  decided what punishment was good for the escaped slaves.

Kalypso is not happy and when she is not happy slaves  suffer, “Put them in the holding pen!!” Well at least they got some dinner before they were  forced to the slave pens, they look  between one another with fear and maybe some hope, if the two got away after all…..this nightmare could finally end, or get worse if they were caught.

The hare maid looked around and  almost gave up hope and then found it “The boat!” It was a little..torn up  but it seemed to float, it was all they had so it had to work “Come on!”

Atvi took one look at the boat and  backed up, “Is that even able to be used still?”

They could not take long to decide as Dearil came charging with about 5 other Blackrose beasts...3 stoats and a couple foxes, the other Blackrose  members stayed at the base to guard the rest of the slaves and the guards were about to get a  lot more alert and strict with rules.

Emersyn gasped “Get in quick! There is no time to figure it out!”She pushes the boat out and jumps in, a paddle? Ok she can use something else! She finds a replacement pole for the sail, wait the sail..the wind..”Help e get the sail up, the wind will help us go faster!!” The  extra pole will be an ore she decides, but that wind will help a lot.

Atvi is already in and looks to the shore, eyes widen and he helps to get the sails up. “This is bad, very bad!!”

Dearil glares at the boat, he nods as 3 of the slavers are archers “Fire!!” He nods to the other two “Get my boat, yes he has a boat I mean..how did they get here after all and unlike most here it's checked on and keep in good shape by a small little sort of rocky area.

The archers fire off the arrows and the two foxes go get the boat ready to  follow the other one, weather its to get  the slaves back dead...or alive, it didn't really matter to them.

Emersyn is glad the sail is up and it helps, she eeeps as an arrow grazes her arm and the wind helps them get halfway across.

Atvi uses that pole to try and get the rest of the way to the mainland, panicking a little now.


It had been a couple a little over a week for the traveling hares and now the small group of hare friends had come to this area of woods with a large inland sea of some sort and planed to explore it soon.

So on the mainland is one of those traveling  hares, Elbio is that hare and he is fishing.He sighs why did they  pick him to do the fishing? Yeah,  he was good at it but didn't mean he wanted to do it, he wanted to explore, maybe get a nap in but he  said he would fish while the others set up camp, it was starting to get dark and he had maybe 5 fish, another one soon was  caught as he grined.


“FIRE!”

And arrows come at the boat again! It’s not to very far to the main shore, would take maybe  10-15 minutes as one can see the  main shore  from the island beach and the island from the main shore.Unless it was  foggy which happens at times. It was slightly foggy now.


Emersyn gasped as arrows torn the  sail and one grazed her shoulder, on hit her arm .

Dearil had them fire  2-3 times and then he and a tall fox got in his boat, another fox join as well leaving two stoats on the island. They followed the boat and he grinned as he purposely crashed into her boat, his boat was a lot better build and could handle some small fishing boat, yes his was small as well but as said, build tougher and better.

Elbio looks up at the noise and slowly stands as he scanned the area, the camp where his friends were was off a path, maybe half a mile into the woodland.

Atvi tenses as he gets an arrow in his leg and frowns, worse the boat is them crashed into and starts sinking!

Emersyn can’t swim, so she panics, “Help me!!”

Dearil chuckles  as the boat is basically destroy and motions to back off.He smirks “Escaping are we? You know the punishment for that dearies”

Elbio clearly hears the call for help and can hear other voices, but there isn't time to go find Adrian and them so he dives into the water to save whomever needs help.

Atvi can swim fairly well, though the injured leg slows him some, he does get to shore and groans in pain as he breaks off the arrow and gets the rest out letting his leg bleed, lucky not too much.

Emersyn sinks under the water, then resurfaces to grab a broken bit of boat.

Dearil grins,and scans the waters “To shore..we have a vole to capture..”The fox points to the water, he noticed Elibo as the 2nd in command nods,”Keep an eye out”

Elbio sees the hair maid sink and dives under to get her, he reaches for a paw and plans to get to the surface and to the shore with her if all goes well.

Almost all goes well, then  Dearil and his 3  sidekicks catch up. “What is this? Helping with an escape, I think not ...”He grins “I think not”

Atvi notices the  vermin, those Blakorse beasts and stands  shakely on his footpaws.
Emersynis saved, well from the lake anyways as she coughs up a lot of water and her eyes widen in fear when she sees the Blackrose, for sure when she sees Dearil.She stands and looks around quickly to find Atvi, she speaks to Elibo when she goes to take his paw “Run!”

Elbio frowns”Run? Why run..I am not afraid of vermin.I am a hare of the Long Patrol” Ok he has arrows, but he also has a saber he draws out and he is outnumbered 3 to 1 odds as he thinks, ok he can run as he whispers ”I have 3 other friends..lets go”

Daril narrows his eyes “Get them!”

The chase is on, Dearil walks over to Atvi and smiles coldly,a punch to the face and  he knocks out the vole and nods to a fox “Don’t kill him ...I want him to be an example to the others on why you don't escape the Blackrose” He gets a salute as the fox takes the young vole back to the ship, one other fox and the stoat stay with Dearil.

Emersyn speaks as her and the other hare run” Wot’s the Long Patrol? You have friends, how many and where..you..we can’t let Dearil find them!”

Elibo frowns “Who is Dearil, the one vermin? And why...it be like 5 to 3 odds...and Adrian and Monty are very skilled.”

Dearil catches up going to surround them.”Cut off any escape!!”

Emersyn panics a little and then “Atvi!..They have..took…”

Elibo thinks quickly and frowns, ok time to either be brave or stupid as he finds a sort of hollowed out area by a large tree and shoves her towards it “Hide!” He says,his plan...get to the others and come back for the hare maid.

Dearil and his two helpers don't see where the hare maid went and close in on the other hare.An arrow is fired!

Emersyn frowns but scoots more under the roots and vines and dead leaves .She lays down and stays very quiet.

Elbio hmms and gets out his own longbow and scoots to a stop and fires off his own arrow “Ya like arrows huh, heres one chap!”

Dearil side steps quickly and hears a gurgling sound  as his own archer stoat falls over, arrow in his throat.He shrugs and narrows his eyes as he gets out his bolas and twirls them around and throws them.

Elbio was not expecting that! He  yelps and the bolas wrap around one leg and he tenses in pain, lucky the boals strike mostly the ground and so he avoids serious injury, but  his leg will seriously be bruised knee down,the uniform helped some too and the fact he had some sort of pads on his knees to take most of the blow of those bolas.

Dearil walks over and grabs the hare by the collar “Well well well ...seems we have a new slave”

“What about the hare maid?” The fox asks.

Elbio tries something, it's worth a try as he takes a deep breath and glares at Dearil “Ya monster..ya killed her, she’s dead..”It's a lie but if he can buy her some time to escape and hopefully find the others, he will.

Dearil smiles coldly”Good…”He cups the hare’s mouth, on his gloved paw is knockout herbs smashed up that he keeps in a vile on his side.

Elbio struggles and then goes still as he is forced into a deep unwanted sleep.

Emersyn stays where she is, so close she can hear voices and tenses up..wait he just lied? Lied for her? She frowns and stays hidden until she hears them leave and follows them quietly enough to see the lake shore from the tall grasses.

Dearil gets the hare on the ship, a brief look at Atvi is seen and the small ship heads back to the island as heavy fog sits in, she frowns and backs up, she had to find that camp Elbio mentioned, friends he said, Long Patrol he said..she isn't sure who that is but..then she rushes off, they are warriors right? Warriors who can help her and the slaves, maybe freedom was closer for the slaves, she had hope it was.

==The Island Base of The Blackrose ==

Elbio woke slowly, his leg hurt so bad,”uggg wot happen guys?”

“You were captured by the Blackrose, that's what happen lad?” A rabbit came into view, other rabbits were here as well.


“Wots the...Blackrose?”

An answer to the hare’s question came quickly, a couple vermin came in and spoke “All slaves to the clear now old..and new ones.”

The rabbits helped Elbio get to the clearing as it would be a few days till he would walk without help. He looked around and frowns a little.



Kalypso was in the front and in front of her was a tied up vole, Atvi

Dearil came forwards as well “It seemed two captives escaped, one was brought back alive” It was not clear if he believed the hare was dead, though it's possible he went along with the lie, who knows. “This one….”He grins “Last words?”

Atvi looks at Dearil “Hope ya rot in hells gates soon scum”

Elbio frowns, “The Blackrose..slavers, where are we?”

“An island, an island that was once  my tribes home”A rabbit answers, the other rabbits nod in sadness it was far from a home now, it was a slave place.


Dearil grins “Let this be a lesson to you all...try and escape”He slices the axe across the voles neck..there is a now headless vole”And you pay with your life..you don't try to escape then we all get along”

Atvi is dead,before he hits the ground, he is dead.

Elbio is not sure but something awakens in him as he glares at Dearil,  this vermin is going down..maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but some time soon

The rabbits tense up in fear after seeing Atvi die and some whimper, dibbuns here  cry.

The slaves are soon placed back in the slave pen.

Elbio speaks”I have friends..maybe Emersyn got to them and if she did they will help, they are the Long Patrol.”

“Long Patrol?” A rabbit asks, the others curious.

“Emersyn IS ALIVE?” A Rabbit is now happy, so is others and a hope builds up within the slaves.

Maybe this nightmare they were in  would come to an end after all.


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#29 2019-12-03 04:17:06

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Re: The Tenderfoot Chronicles; a Long Patrol Adventure

WELCOME TO THE BLACKROSE!!

===A short but Important log as it looks like Elbio is in trouble. Will Adrian, Monty and  Yerna fsave him or is he doomed? Also the hare maid Emersyn...will she find Elbio's hare friends? Stay Tuned!! ====

Kalypso paced back and forth, news of just whom they captured was of interest to her.She waited for her 2nd in command to bring the new slave to her at once.

Dearil was in a foul mood, the one slave escaped and he was 100% sure whether she was dead or not.In his eyes it would of been so enjoyable for her to watch the vole die, but no matter.He brought the new arrival, paws tied behind his back and weapons taken away.A slave collar around his neck."Your get use to that collar or ya best get used to it"

Elbio did not struggle, but he did drag his foot paws once, he spoke "You know evil never bally well wins in the end" His uniform was dirt covered and torn at the knee and shoulder.Lucky he had an extra...back at camp though.

Kalypso looked to the door as she hears voices and studies the hare "Thank you Dearil....so where was this prize from, hmmm?" She walked forwards as she circled them and smirked "Interesting indeed as didn't think see one of you again, then go figure, did the stripedog send you to hunt me down?"

Dearil shoves the hare forwards and sneered "The hare was found by the woods, I think he helped that hare maid escape...though he claims she died,I am unsure I believe him master"


Elbio loses his footing and tumbles forwards and looks up at the feline "Wot?...never saw ya ugly face before in my life"He stays quiet about the hare maid, she was alive last he checked and he is honestly not sure where she is,he hopes alive and he hopes she finds the others.

Kalypso hisses and goes to swipe the hare with a claws paw "I KNOW...where your fun woodlander scum, your one of those Long Patrol hares from the Western shore under the leadership of Lord Ciocan"She chuckles "Interesting badger, meet him face to face briefly"

Dearil is interested in this , so he listens and makes sure the hare behaves himself


Elbio tenses in pain as the claws go across his face and looks curious "You was face to face with a Badger Lord and your still alive and talking? Yeah...right, funny joke"

Kalypso goes to grab the hare by the collar of his uniform and glares at him "You think I lie...then how do I know your a Long Patrol hare, I remember the uniform..are there other hares?"She grins "Is the badger around to fight or will he be too concerned with his precious hares...that was a mistake before when he threw me into the sea, see I survived..he went to save a hare that ended up betraying him, and I ended up killing that same hare later on.It was fun to watch the hare's life force leave him."She goes to drop the hare "So..how many hares? Hmm....they will fail as you are mine now"She calls over a guard with a very hot looking branding iron,there is a fireplace beside the feline."I wonder...what would he think of this. Will I get to have a round 2?"

Elbio oofs and just glares now, but he says nothing about hares or badgers , "Yeah..if he was around he would slay your butt for enslaving a long Patrol hare"

Dearil smirks "I hope a badger is around, or just some Long Patrol hares, I need target practice for my archers"

Kalypso smiles coldly as she nods for a guard or two to hold down the hare "This is how I tell others what is mine..."It is a simple outline of a black rose, red hot iron and hotter once in a fire again, she goes to place it on his shoulder and trust me it WILL leave a rather permanent mark!

Elbio struggles now and kicks at the guard.As his sleeve is ripped more and that branding iron placed on him he screams in pain and has tears going down his face as he breathes in and out, ok that hurt like a freaking lot.He shivers a little now. Ok he can be brave, he is a hare of the Long Patrol!A deep breath.."Ya..you..won't win, evil never does..your fall, even if it's a long time from now. I am missing now and will be looked for,then your be sorry"

Dearil says, "Or we will just have new strong slaves"


Kalypso smiles "Let them come, it will be enjoyable fighting them....maybe I will gain new slaves or kill them, both maybe. I would so enjoy sending a note to Lord Ciocan on the hares defeat..."She backs up "Take him back to the slave pen...and oh yeah"

"Welcome to the Blackrose..."

"Slave"

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