Making Camp

[Lisolette]

It seemed like a peaceful night. But outside, all was not so peaceful...

The great fox, Awoone Swiftkill, watched his band of foxes, wolves, and rats. He had no weasel-like Vermin in his party, excluding Silex, but he had been taken captive. Awoone fashioned out his javelin, watching St. Ninian's Church with a greedy eye. "I saw an otter running with that weasel..." Awoone told a wolf who had been absent-mindedly strolling behind him. The wolf slowly turned and blinked at his leader, "He could make a good slave for Tanicuss. And that weasel...A knife-thrower. I could use one. When we attack that church, we're not going to kill anybeast. Woodlanders are immediately enslaved, and all Vermin will have to join us, or die. Though it will be rather strange, having a weasel in our mighst, but we do have a stoat, why not a weasel?" Awoone smiled evilly at the wolf.

The wolf nodded slowly, "Yes'sir. That's awfully bright of you, sir."

Awoone Swiftkill narrowed his eyes in annoyance at the wolf, "Is that all you can say!?...Never mind..." Swiftkill said with a sigh, "Tell the others to get as much sleep as they can. We attack at dawn."

[Malum]

Malum was sleeping soundly, when she suddenly had a...feeling....

[Lisolette]

Dawn slowly approached, and with Awoone finishing up shining his longsword, the horde of foxes, wolves, and rats were prepared to attack St. Ninian. The fox-leader, with his horde backing him up, grinned evilly. He spun around, and waved his weapon in the sky, "Who are we!?"

"THE SWIFTKILLERS!!"

"WHO SHALL LEAD YOU TO VICTORY!?"

"AWOONE!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"

"AWOOOOOOOOONE!!! AWOOOOONE!!! AWOOOOONE!!!!"

With his band of slaves chanting his name, Awoone Swiftkill turned to the church, pointed his sword at it, and charged, with canines and rats at his heels...

[Malum]

Malum woke up with a start, grabbing her sword.

"Hey, everyone.... I THINK we have company....THAT WANTS TO KILL US!" She yelled, waking everyone up. Silex looked at them, and baked up.

"You ca...an't beat them! They...have wolves!" He said, shaking.

"Hey, Skipper.... NOW might be a good time to call on...ummm... ANYONE!" Malum said, cutting Skipper and the mouse loose. Skipper grabbed a grass reed out of his bag and blowed.

"HUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMM....HUUUUUUMMM...HHUUUM....HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMM." Suddenly, the bushes rattled and some otters stepped out.

"Sorry cheif, the others are coming." One said. malum rolled her eyes, and tried to think of ANYONE she could call on. She looked at Skipper.

"What about Redwall?" She asked. Skipper stared at her, and smiled.

"GREAT idea.... But I'm not sure if they could hear us...." He said. One of the otters called to him.

"I'll run ahead and get help from them..." He said, taking off down the road.

[Lisolette]

Slynch stared at the otters. An intense look on his face, he perched on a windowsill, glaring at the swarming vermin. Slowly, a smile appeared on his face. A sadistic smile that made anybeast shudder, "Archers, slingers, get your tails over here...Whoever wants to get Redwall can...But I don't need softies to crash this party...!"

Luaghing like a maniac, the weasel threw a dagger at an oncoming fox, killing him. "THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT!!" He pulled out two knives, and charged at the band, singing.

"OH, I knew this pretty young ferret,
She had a sword, and was the greatest maid of the earth,
She slayed all that attacked,
She protected those that needed it,
She knew the laws and obide the just...
And with a whoop and a dash, I went into a rush,
And before the black consumed me, her face watched me bleed...

Oh, goodbye my pretty ferret-maid,
This is the last time we shall speak,
For this day I break,
Motionless and battered,
I died in a nightmare...

I will bleed,
And you shall live,
Do I care?
Not a fair.
Just keep on living, my pretty little maid...

Oh, goodbye my pretty ferret-maid,
This is the last time we shall speak,
For this day I break,
Motionless and battered,
I died in a nightmare...

My life is passing me by,
Was it to much?
Or just not enough?
This is my crimson,
This is my shadows,
Don't you see, my pretty little maid?
This is my doom,
I died in a nightmare,
So that you may live in the flowers!

Oh, goodbye my pretty ferret-maid,
This is the last time we shall speak,
For this day I break,
Motionless and battered,
I died in a nightmare...

There I will die for you,
In a nightmare all my own,
While you run,
To find a male ferret,
That will take care of you,
But just remember,
my pretty little maid,
That I love you too,
And that I died in a nightmare,
So that you may live in the flowers..."

His song was sorrowful, but was sung in the weasels clear voice. Wolves, foxes, and rats, layed slashed by his daggers.

-~*~-

Awoone Swiftkill knew that this weasel was good...But to wild for his liking. He could start a rebellion whenever he wanted to against Awoone. Hrmph...At least I'll get that otter for a slave... Swiftkill thought before rushing up to Slynch. His blade slashed his back. Slynch howled and spun around, to get the tip of the foxes longsword dug into his hip.

With another slash, Slynch had fallen.

He stared at the midnight sky, bleeding. Gathering his breath, Slynch turned to St. Ninian's, spotting Malum. He sang once more. To her.

"OH, I knew this pretty young ferret,
She had a sword, and was the greatest maid of the earth,
She slayed all that attacked,
She protected those that needed it,
She knew the laws and obide the just...
And with a whoop and a dash, I went into a rush,
And before the black consumed me, her face watched me bleed...

Oh, goodbye my pretty ferret-maid,
This is the last time we shall speak,
For this day I break,
Motionless and battered,
I died in a nightmare...

I will bleed,
And you shall live,
Do I care?
Not a fair.
Just keep on living, my pretty little maid...

Oh, goodbye my pretty ferret-maid,
This is the last time we shall speak,
For this day I break,
Motionless and battered,
I died in a nightmare...

My life is passing me by,
Was it to much?
Or just not enough?
This is my crimson,
This is my shadows,
Don't you see, my pretty little maid?
This is my doom,
I died in a nightmare,
So that you may live in the flowers!

Oh, goodbye my pretty ferret-maid,
This is the last time we shall speak,
For this day I break,
Motionless and battered,
I died in a nightmare...

There I will die for you,
In a nightmare all my own,
While you run,
To find a male ferret,
That will take care of you,
But just remember,
my pretty little maid,
That I love you too,
And that I died in a nightmare,
So that you may live in the flowers..."

His voice drifted throught all of Mossflower, and with that, Slynchs voice fell silent...perhaps to the unknown.

(ooc: OHMIGAWD, HAS SLYNCH DIED DUE TO HIS RECKLESSNESS!? D8 HAVE I GONE INSANE FOR KILLING HIM OFF!?

>___< HECK NO! What do you think I am, INSANE!?

And actually that wasn't recklessness, Slynch felt that just by looking at them he (at least) was going to die. Why not die now? Anyway, he "died" (metaphorically speaking...WINK ) killing a good portion of Awoone's soldiers, making it easier for the others to fight.

And no, Slynch wasn't snow-trooping. His agility and flexibility save him until Awoone had to come over. >__> OH, SNAP! I'M ACTING LIKE HE'S DEAD!! D8 MAYBE I HAVE GONE INSANE!!?)

[Malum]

Malum watched as Slynch went down and and sang to her. She was torn between anger at the song and anger at his giving up. She took a deep breath and grabbed Silex.

"Ok.... Listen.... If I die... Don't let Mr. Stink-Rudder push you around...Ok?" She said, running into the fray. She stabbed and stabbed killing most of the creatures in front of her. She got to Awone and spoke in a sinister voice.

"O.K. Little doggy.... If you just lay down now, I won't torture you before I kill you..." Suddenly, she jumped forward, slashing at his neck.

~*~*~*~

Silex was awstruck by what Malum had said, but before he could stop her, she ran off. He grabbed his sword and blocked a blow, suddenly he was tripped and hit the ground. Suddenly, a rat was standing over him, licking his sword. The rat swung his sword and placed the tip to his throat.

"Ahhhhhh.... It seems I find 'da traitor, mr. awone was talking about. I'll take much pleasur' in killing ye', oh yes I wil' !" He said, pressing on his sword. Suddenly, a sword sprouted from his stomach and he fell down. Standing there with a sword was the mouse!

"Thanks....... Hey, whats your name?" Silex asked, placing his back to the mouse and circling.

"No problem..... I'm Muris...." He said, stabbing a poor vermin.

~*~*~*~

Skipper handed his children to Lenis.

"Run! Escape with the children!" He yelled, slashing at any vermin that came near.

Lenis kissed him and ran off. He yelled and stabbed at the vermin. Suddenly, he heard a mournful song coming over the sound of battle. He gasped.

"SLYNCH!" He yelled, as he saw him fall to the ground.

[Lisolette]

Awoone glared at Malum, "I shall do nothing of sort, ferret. I have an idea, why don't you and your little pals give up!?" The fox dodged the slash. His longsword ready to kill, Awoone Swiftkills blade came closer and closer to her ribs.

-~*~-

Lisolette waved her stick around, "No! I wanna fight too! I'm a warrior, just like you beasts! No!" But it was no use. And along with her mother and little brother, Lisolette escaped the battle.

-~*~-

Slynch laid there, bleeding. A shadow jumped out of the trees, landing softly beside him, "What's this? A poor weasel, bleedin' like no tomarraw? Hmmm..." The shadow had a feminine voice that reminded him of the stereo-typical farmer. Slowly and carefully, she heaved him on to lean on her shoulder, one arm around her neck, the other left to dangle. "Easy now, fellah..." She whispered after Slynch let out a small grown. With a wiggle of her rump, she returned to the trees. It required more muscle, but she made it look like Slynch was nothing but air.

[Malum]

OOC: Should we make all of the defenders in this thread and just post about soiler and other Redwalls at home in the other one?

Malum dodged the rib slash and growled.

"I don't think so! You'll have to do better than that to defeat me!" She said, slashing at him left and right. She took aim at his feet and swung, bringing it up towards his head at the last second.

~*~*~*~

Skipper battled ferociously. Suddenly, he saw the abbess and other Redwallers coming into battle! Yelling, he slashing through the vermin's ranks, heading towards the abbess.

~*~*~*~

Abbess Nutmeg cut through the ranks until she saw the wolf battling a ferret. She ran towards them and stopped at the edge of the circle that had appeared around them. Everyone stopped fighting and watched to see who would win the battle. If the wolf won, then the defender swould have to battle again, but if the ferret won, then the vermin would flee and the battle would be won. Sudddenly Terra walked up to the Abbess.

"Summ defenders are harming vermin that are fighting furr our side...Oi jus' thought that you'm should know..." She said, tugging her snout and pointing towards the defenders with Silex tied up on the ground and the mouse trying to talk some sense into them.

[Lisolette]

(ooc: Yeah. Oh, and Awoone is a fox, not a wolf. )

BIC: Awoone Swiftkill got ome of his skin nicked off by the slash, but due to agility he was able to dodge most of the attack. Growling, he reached for her ear with one paw, and thrusted his sword at her stomach.

-~*~-

Foremole Rootarkin heard Terra talking to Abbess Nutmeg, "Don' worry, Mum Abbess, the moles Oi'll take o'em!" With that, Foremole's crew hurried over to Silex to calm the Redwall defenders.

-~*~-

Slynch awoke a second after being bandadged up. He sat up straight, taking in his surroundings. He was in an old birch, with a squirrelmaid and some other squirrels standing over him. A angry looking squirrel with a longsword was glaring at him in a corner. Ignoring the squirrel, Slynch turned to the squirrelmaid, "Where am I?"

"This the drey of the leader of Hooppers, Akeline Dusktopper-that's me." She introduced him to the other squirrels, and pointed to the glaring warrior squirrel, "That's Dom the Swordsquirrel. He's a Warrior."

The weasel blinked, "Do you know what's going on at St. Ninian's."

Akeline noodded, "Aye. We do. We wanted to fix you up afore goin' out to help."

Slynch narrowed his eyes at her, "Then what are you waiting for!? Go and help!"

Akeline got up, "Pushy, pushy...Alright. We were just about tah'
anyway, with you woken up and healed now..."

Slynch tugged on a blanket, "Oh...Alright. But there's a ferretmaid and a stoat that are goodbeasts. Don't hurt them, okay?"

Dom spoke up, "A good ferret!? Hah! Look, there's no such thing as a good ferret, got it!? She's probably acting."

Slynch jumped up, "TAKE THAT BACK!" He wobbled a bit before falling on his knees and paws.

Akeline helped him up, "Now, now, you two. I'm sure the ferretmaids a goodbeast. Vermin have personalities too, you know. Now then, I suggest we be off...I want five guards to stay here and protect the lil'uns and the elderly, okee?" Her words were heeded, and so the Hoopper squirrels bounded out. Dom was the last out of the drey.

He glared over his shoulder at Slynch, "You can suspect the ferrets head to be off her body, weasel..."

[phrostphyre]

"Bloody Hell, Rupert, hold the ferret lass back." Ignoring the fact that the hole in his stomach was opening back up and sending lighting bolts all the way through him, Convel stepped in front of the fox, Awoone. Nodding at him as he caught stab with dirk and threw it back.
Setting himself up with the broadsword pointed at the ground, Convel yelled at one of his wolves holding a targe:"Hysg 'm 'ch aes , ddyn! Ai ddeisyfi 'm at buchedda , gwna 'i!*" As the wolf tossed the targe, Convel threw his dirk into the air, and caught the targe. Putting it on, he caught the dirk as he finished with the targe.
Sheathing the dirk, Convel put the targe up to cover his upper torso and the lower part of his face, while the broadsword stayed pointed down.