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« on: November 28, 2013, 07:28:26 PM »
This was another calm day in Salamandastron, which meant there was no vermin horde climbing the side of the mountain to assault the inhabitants living within. There was no pirate sail on the horizon, signaling the coming of storm of less literal kind. And, of course, there was no shortage of food, which (as some hares used to joke) was the only thing holding the Long Patrol together.

Speaking of food, this was the time for dinner in Salamandastron. The Dining Hall was full of hungry creatures - mostly hares with a few members of other species – and those who worked in the kitchens had paws no less full with preparing and serving all those meals…

At one of the great tables, a brown hare-maiden called Mellana (or Mell for friends) sat. She was reading a letter, paying a great attention to it, and almost not touching the plate of food before her.

“It’s a bad sign when a beast focus more on the bally piece of paper with a scribble on it, than on good scoff before her. That’s plain unhealthy, don’t ya know!” someone said behind her.

She turned her head, even though she had already recognized the beast that voice was belonging to. It was a young hare like Mell, one of fellow soldiers from her unit. He was standing with big grin on his face and tray of food in paws.

“I would value your opinion more, if you were an actual healer, Terrek,” Mell said, smiling wryly.

“See? Your ripostes are already getting worse. Soon you will be dizzy, your breath will be unpleasant and you will come down with a fever,” Terrek told her, still smiling, as he took the place next to her by the table.  

“…which will put me in bed. That should make my mom happy.”

“Speaking of her… She asked me to have a serious talk with you. Like one soldier to another, as she put it,” he said, suddenly avoiding Mell’s gaze.

“About…?”

“I think you already know.”

“Yes,” she said with a sigh, “I should have expected she would do something like this, when she couldn’t convince me personally.” Her mother, Alana, had been trying to make her leave the Long Patrol for a long time now. Ever since… Rosebelle.

“She’s just worrying about you, Mell.”

“I know.” She didn’t really blame her mother for being a bit overprotective. After all, what Mellana and other hares of Long Patrol were doing was, without a doubt, dangerous. Fighting bandits and hordes of evil creatures seemed glorious and exciting in tales and poems, but stories rarely dwelled on darker aspects of it, as Mell had learned. Still, she couldn’t do what her mother wanted.

“So…” Terrek said, trying to fill in the prolonged silence, which followed her last sentence, “Care to tell me what your Redwall admirer has written to you?” he nodded at the letter Mell had been reading earlier.

“Firstly, he’s not my admirer. Secondly, why should I tell you, wot?”

“Because I’m a friend,” Terrek grinned, “And if you won’t tell me, then I shall spend the rest of day thinking about it and you know that I’m not used to it. Seriously, my head might hurt.”

“And it will serve you right for being such a busy-body!” Mell said with a laugh, giving him a strong nudge to the side. Terrek winced at this and yet a slight smile appeared on his lips, as he had succeeded in lightening Mell’s mood…
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« Reply #1 on: November 29, 2013, 05:53:35 PM »
Outside the mountain, the light of the dying sun glinted off the golden harp, and dark eyes of the lone otter standing on the beach, seven miles from Salamandastron. He was a dark furred beast, nearly black, with dark grey streaks across his chest and back. As he started for the mountain again, the otter looked over the ocean as the last streaks of sunlight disappeared over the horizon. As he walked, the wind started to pick up.

By the time he got to the base of the mountain, a full storm had rolled in; wind buffeted the otter as he walked up to the gates leading into the mountain, and as he started pounding on the door, lightning struck the beach behind him, throwing sand into the air and throwing the otter into the door, which opened under the combined force of the weight of the beast thrown into it and the pounding wind. The otter stumbled inwards, catching himself before he fell to the ground. He looked up to see a startled hare looking confused at the sopping otter.
“Well, you could have waited a moment, wot! I was nearly at the door when you went and broke in!” the hare exclaimed, “There is only one beast I know that has the gall to make that kind of entrance, how are you Roth?”
“None too well, Starbuck, I have news for Brig and he needs to hear it quickly.” The otter replied, his dark eyes growing even darker.
“News, eh? Well you’d best get something to eat while I tell him you’re here, showing up all announced and all that.”
“That I will” said the otter already headed for the mess hall as the hare went to get the brigadier general of the Long Patrol.
Roth found the mess hall to be empty save for two hares. Roth sat at the same table as the two, and listened as he picked up a buttered roll. He overheard something about stopping and leaving the Long Patrol. Roth thought to himself, “She could do.”
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« Reply #2 on: December 03, 2013, 11:14:52 PM »
At this time of the evening, the mess hall was usually empty after most of Salamandastron inhabitants had ended their supper and had left. Mell was very thankful for that fact now, because the talk with her mother wasn’t going quite as well as she had planned...

“Mom, I know you’re concerned for me, but don’t you think you’ve gone a bit too far by using Terrek?” she said gently, trying to hide how much this whole situation was upsetting her. She had hoped that by now her mother would accept her choice of staying in military, but Alana could be quite stubborn in some matters.

“Using?” the older hare asked, frowning. Alana was wearing an apron or “military uniform designed for operations in food-rich environment” as she used to joke in better times. If her appearance hadn’t been affected by her age, she would look almost exactly like her daughter. Except for eyes. Mell had got her blue eyes after Douglass, her father, while her mothers were green. “I didn’t ‘use’ him. I just asked him to talk to you about leaving the Long Patrol, that’s all,” she said.  

“And by doing it you put him in a very awkward position, not to mention me.”

“I had good intentions!” Alana replied somewhat defensively.

Now it was Mell’s time to frown. “Good intentions don’t give you a right to involve one of my friends in our private matters!”

“I wouldn’t be doing it, if you’d just listened to me, when I said you should stop risking your life in the Long Patrol.”

“I have my reasons for staying,” Mell said firmly.

“Reasons? What reasons?!”

Mell closed her eyes for a moment. It was hard to keep the frustration she felt at hearing this question locked inside her. Hadn’t she already explained that over and over again?

“Hares from my unit are like brothers and sisters to me,” she said. Her mother flinched at this visibly and Mell realized the word “sisters” reminded her of Rosebelle. Mellana cursed herself for not phrasing this statement in different way. Still, she continued. “We’ve lived through a lot together. I can trust them with my life as much as they can trust me with theirs. I can’t just quit the Long Patrol and live here peacefully, while they put themselves in danger every time they leave Salamandastron. It would feel like… I was abandoning them.”

Her mother stared at her in silence for a long moment. Then she replied with the worst thing she could have possible said:

“They’re just your fellow soldiers, Mell. They are not your family!”

That hurt. More than Alana could realize. Under the table Mell clenched her paw into a fist so strongly, that she felt pain shooting up her arm. Despite boiling inside, Mell spoke calmly, although her voice had an icy edge to it.

“I shouldn’t have expected you would understand. After all, you’ve never served, have you?”

Alana winced, as if Mell had punched her in her stomach. Mell didn’t feel sorry for her. She was too angry at her at the moment to feel anything but bitter satisfaction at the effect of her remark.  

“You’re right… I can’t understand,” Alana said, standing up. She looked at her daughter. Her eyes were full of sadness. “One day you might have your own family, your own children… I wish… I truly wish you will never have to lose your husband and your children one after another, while you live to old age... I wish you will never get to understand how I feel right now.” She turned around and walked away towards the kitchens.

After Alana had left the mess hall, Mell put her face in paws, trying to hold her tears. Somehow, all her anger evaporated and was replaced by sorrow and regret. Suddenly, her ears picked a sound. Somebody else was there. She looked up and saw an otter, who was unfamiliar to her, sitting on the other end of the same great table. She hadn’t noticed that someone entered the mess hall during her argument with her mother. How much had he overheard?  
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« Reply #3 on: December 04, 2013, 03:21:28 AM »
Roth saw the young hare’s ear twitch, and as she looked up at him, he sat quietly, watching her; knowing what she was thinking. He was about to work his way to her side of the table when the click of heels on the stone floor diverted his attention. A tall, lean, sand colored hare with more medals than tunic showing on his chest walked into the hall, looking around. He saw Roth and made for him. The click, clack, clicking of the hare’s footpaws grew louder as they approached the sitting Roth.
“Ah, there you are, you old wardog!” the hare exclaimed once within speaking distance.
“Brigadier General Matthew Connelly,” Roth responded, smiling; a rare sight, but the smile faded quickly, “I am afraid I have some bad news, from the north,” he said, standing up. The hare’s face drew dim as well,
“What is it, Roth?”
“During my travels, I came upon a place called Noonvale; it is a little village, full of happiness and beauty, I have been there a few times. Their leader is a mouse named Brome; he is a healer sort and does not want any fighting among the creatures that live there. And that is why there is trouble; I have heard mutterings about a group of vermin headed in the direction of Noonvale. Hearing that, I made my way there and told Brome of the threat, but he said that Noonvale was well hidden, and that the vermin would not find it. I, of course have my doubts, as I was able to find it on my own. I want to know if I could take a party of hares to confirm or deny these rumors, not many, fifteen; a score at the most.”
“How long would it take to get there?”
“Assuming we do not hit trouble on the way, eight to ten days on a direct march. Fifteen or seventeen depending on whether we head west to the new abbey in Mossflower first.”
“Why would you need to stop there?” Mathew asked; looking confused.
“There is a mouse there, I am sure you have heard of him, he was the one that old Boar made the star sword for; I may need to talk to him.”
“Ah, yes, Martin was it?  Say, was he not from the north?”
“Yes, exactly, he could know something about these vermin that we do not; I mentioned Noonvale to him when I was there last, just wondering if he had heard of it, being from the north and all. He said no, but there was something in his eyes that said differently, I am sure he knows more.”
“I am sure that would be fine but a score of hares,” Mathew sighed and pursed his lips. “How is fourscore and ten; a whole unit?” Mathew offered. Roth smiled wryly and raised his paw, which the general gladly accepted, “That will do” Roth agreed.
There was a small cough from behind the two, which made them both look.
Mathew wheeled on the young hare, “What do you think you are doing, sneaking up on an officer like that?!”
Roth saw that it was the hairmaid which he had seen earlier and spoke up for her, “It is alright,” he said, raising his arm to stop Mathew’s advance on the maid, “I was going to ask her if she wanted to come along, and the rest of her unit, of course.”
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« Reply #4 on: December 07, 2013, 12:24:23 AM »
Mellana didn’t much like the stare otter was giving her. She was wondering what he is up to, when she heard the sound of footpaws. She looked back and saw Brigadier General Matthew Connelly approaching. She immediately jumped to her feet and saluted to commanding officer of the Long Patrol, but he completely ignored her, focusing on the unknown otter. Apparently he had some important business to attend to with other beast...  

Mell sat down and, as she listened to discussion between Brig and Roth (so that was his name!), she pondered shortly whether she should stay or leave the mess hall. She finally decided she had the same right to be there as the other two beasts and she still had a cup of October Ale to finish. Besides… This Roth character knew she was there and if he didn’t mind her presence, then she didn’t have to feel guilty for eavesdropping on their conversation.

When Brigadier General said he would give Roth ninety hares to help him on his mission, she almost believed she hadn’t heard it correctly. That was almost a full company and a fourth of total strength of the Long Patrol! There was rarely a need to send hares in such strength. Usually, they moved in smaller groups like her 13th Woodland Patrol, which consisted of less than a score of soldiers. Either Brig was sending so many just to be safe or maybe he knew about situation in the north more than he was letting on? Or maybe he was just planning to show off to those creatures from Noonvale and try to impress them with Long Patrol’s numbers and ability to fight bandits even that far from Salamandastron?

She suddenly let out a small cough, which naturally brought an attention of Brig and Roth to her person. In the former case, this attention wasn’t of the most pleasant kind…

“What do you think you are doing, sneaking up on an officer like that?!” the superior officer yelled at her and Mell had the urge to ask how could she have sneak upon him, if she hadn’t moved an inch from her place during their talk? Then she got a big surprise from the otter.

“It is alright,” he said, raising his arm to stop Mathew’s advance on Mell, “I was going to ask her if she wanted to come along, and the rest of her unit, of course.”

She was dumbfounded by his statement and intuition told her, that Brig was equally surprised. He wanted her specifically to join him? But he had only met her a few moments ago and they hadn’t even exchanged a word! Then again, he could have said so just to protect her from Connelly’s sudden outburst.

“Well… If there is trouble in the North, then I will be happy to help,” she said, “However, that’s not my call to make. If you want 13th Woodland Patrol to assist you, then you should talk about it with Captain Keystone, my commanding officer, and Brigadier General, of course.”
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« Reply #5 on: December 07, 2013, 07:03:29 AM »
Roth turned to Matthew, and raised an eyebrow silently asking the question. The General rolled his eyes at him and started to exit the mess hall, his voice a sarcastic mutter, “Fine, fine, take whoever you like, I’m not the commander of the entire bloody army or anything.” Roth smiled inwardly at the mock irritation of the General and turned to the young haremaid, who looked as if she was going to ask a question.
“Yes, I was planning it anyway.” Roth said before any sound could pass her lips. She made to speak again.
“No, only Starbuck, Breeze, and I have spoken to him like that while he has been the Brig and if anybeast other than the three of us were to do so, I’d rather not say what he would do.”
“And yes, we will be visiting Redwall on the way to the north,” Roth started leaving, the haremaid stayed where she was, “We leave in three days, I expect great things,” he called over his shoulder.

While Roth had stayed in the mess hall, Matthew had gathered three-and-a-half score more fighters outside, all of whom were awaiting Roth to come and inspect them. One hare in the line, a quick-witted buck named William whispered to his friend next to him,
“Louis, I hear that Roth Therik is commanding us, he is the only non-hare general that has ever been,” they both had seen him before, neither had heard him speak, but they knew his reputation, he was a brilliant tactician, fighter, and motivator,
“There is something unnatural about that otter, he carries himself differently, taller yet, somehow more stealthily.” His friend whispered back,
“But have you seen his eyes? I’ve seen naught like them, dark black, but glowing with an unseen fire.”
William nudged Louis, “Glowing with an unseen fire, eh? You missed your calling; you should have been a writer.”
Louis was about to reply when a shout of “‘TEN-SHUN!” from the doorway brought seventy-four pairs of footpaws snapping together with a resounding snap, and seventy-four heads to turn in unison to face Roth as he entered.
Within seconds of entering, Roth knew that these were the best that the mountain could provide, well drilled and prepared for a fight.
“At ease, soldiers.” He looked around before continuing.
“I am General Roth Therik, some call me the Minstrel,” at this, there was some muttering from the hares, which halted quickly with a wave from Roth’s paw.
 “I am here because innocent lives are at risk, ones that cannot defend themselves, nor would if they could. They are creatures of a place called Noonvale where there are no weapons, no fighters, only peace. Peace that they would rather die for without a fight than kill another creature. That peace is threatened by vermin armies amassed as one under a single banner. That of the pirate, Tramon Clogg. He was said to have been dead for seasons, but, according to my sources, he is still alive. Clogg has rebuilt the destroyed fortress of Badrang the Tyrant on the northeastern coast. We are going to stop him before it is too late.”
There was complete silence. Most of the hares had heard of the two pirates, it was hard not to while living in Salamandastron. All of them hated any sort of vermin pirate and didn’t need to know who they were.
“We leave in three days, on our way we will stop at Redwall Abbey, there is a better road from there and we will be able to gain some fighters as well.”
Roth’s steely eyes seemed to meet every single hare’s.
“Are there any not willing to fight for the freedom of good creatures?”
“SIR, NO, SIR!”
 “Dismissed!” There was the click of heels and the stamp of footpaws, and in moments, they were gone. Roth turned back to the young hare that had come up behind him,
“You may want to break that habit; sneaking up on me is a dangerous thing, even in a place I know is safe,” he leaned himself against the wall,
“So, what is your name, miss?”
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« Reply #6 on: December 11, 2013, 11:29:11 PM »
Cori - a slim if not muscular maiden, with poor ear carriage - stayed milling with some of the others. She was a quiet type, not too interested in talk and jabber, preferring to think more than anything. Her coat was a desaturated one, pale, and certainly leaning toward cream. Her eyes were a typical chocolate, and her slightly-drooping ears, tail, legs, and face were darker and chocolaty. She was a hare, yes, but slightly smaller one than most.
In fact she was often taunted for her color and size outside her army friends, called rabbit. It riled her, but she didn't dare to act on it, and thus often came off as submissive. She was, however, extremely tactful and extremely upbeat - nothing seemed to dampen her mood. And now, quietly lost in thought, her brown eyes bright and eager.
Cori couldn't wait to get going - she wanted more than anything to get back out into the rangeland where nothing mattered other than her skills - where there was no place for judgement. She looked around, then adjusted her own tunic.
It was a nice one, a light cream undershirt designed for the cold, with long sleeves. Over that was a short-sleeved, lower-cut and darker brown overshirt, thinner. It went to her waist where her belt hung over it, a dagger sheathed there. Around her neck, there was a rough rope-thread type necklace, with three engraved quartz stones hanging on it, each with a simple, albeit unique, symbol.
She sighed breezily, cuffing the floor with one foot. She couldn't wait to get going.

Elsewhere, an equally unique beast of a different type sat on a rise near the walls of Salamandastron. He had a uniquely brown coat himself, as opposed to the typically grayscale one of the usual ferret. He laid like an animal, on all fours as apposed to upright, yet still wore clothing: He had a black tunic, with a dark-dyed fox-fur cloak over it which he had acquired through trade. On his belt was a pair of daggers - one on both hips. He had the appearance of a vermin alright, a killer by nature - but raw brutalism was not this ferret's philosophy.
No, he was a clever one - he preferred to trick others into doing the dirty work for him, as he had so often done. He didn't bother to think about the list just inside his last employment, but definitely knew he had bones to pick with some of the ones he'd previously been around. What did the peace-loving beasts call it? Ah, yes. A vermin horde. The inaccuracy was almost laughable; the group was anything but vermin. "Vermin," after all, were small things that make your food go bad. These hordes were something else all together.

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« Reply #7 on: December 12, 2013, 12:15:18 AM »
Mellana was listening to Therik’s little speech attentively. It appeared he knew more about situation in the North than he revealed in his talk with Brigadier General Matthew Connelly she had overheard earlier. So there was some pirate lord with an army of vermin at his command? That was exactly the kind of threat the Long Patrol had been created to fight against.

Mell was both eager to go, partly because she would put some distance between her and her mother, and somewhat unease. Like Roth was saying, they would have to deal with army of pirates and who knew else. An army and not small band of brigands, who would usually flee at the first sight of a goodbeast with fighting skills. That meant there would probably be casualties on Long Patrol’s side and that thought made her anxious. She didn’t fear for her own life (at least not very much). Risking life in battle against evil was a thing that every member of the Long Patrol got used to sooner or later, and after eight seasons of service she was no exception. The thing she was afraid of was losing her fellow soldiers, her friends. That was a part of being a soldier one could not get used to…

Roth finished addressing the troops and turned to her. This was the second time that day, when she surprised somebody without intending to do it.

“Why should I break that habit, wot? Sneaking up on beasts is useful skill, don’t you know,” she said jokingly, “If I ever get bored with the Long Patrol, I can use it to become a professional thief, or better yet, an assassin. I’ve already mastered the get-behind-beast-to-stab-it-in-a-back part.”      

Then, becoming more serious, she added with a short salute: “I’m patroller Mellana Woodrunner of 13th Woodland Patrol, at your service.”
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« Reply #8 on: December 12, 2013, 04:37:39 AM »
“Ah, so you’re Mell, I thought I recognized your mother.” Roth said. Then, turning his head asked, “Professional thief, eh? You’ll like somebeast I know at Redwall, his name’s Gonff; he calls ‘imself the ‘prince of mousetheives’. Roth said, “An assassin though; you’ve got the stealth, just need a head for heights and you’re set.” Roth seemed to want to continue but his face fell as he said his next piece,
“I’m sorry about your father. I know that was seasons ago, but I met him a few times before you came along. He was a good companion, and was a sight to be seen with the short sword, a trait I see you take after.”
“You may be thinking that I don’t look the most sympathetic beast out there, well that is true. I may be cold and calculating on the outside, aye and somewhat inside too, but I am empathetic; I lost my parents twenty-four seasons ago and because of that I am genuinely sorry about Rosebelle. I want you to know that your father and sister are the reason I want you with me. But if you do not wish to come, for the sake of your mother’s heart, I understand. Don’t tell me now,” he said raising his paw to Mell, “there is plenty of time to give it some decent thought. Let me know when you’re ready to.”
Roth walked off before Mell had any time to say anything in response, disappearing in the shadows of the hall.

Meanwhile, in the barracks, Louis and William were conversing about the odd General.
“I’ll tell you Louis,” William began, “that otter is all the tales say and more, he acts like any general, and when he speaks, it feels like he is a General, but he doesn’t look the part, you know what I mean?”
“No, I don’t; he seems like a capable creature who can lead troops well. My Pater knew him a while back; says he never knew another like him, and that he’s as capable at sea as on land. He may be the only otter in the Patrol, but he has a service record, and a good one at that.”
“I suppose, but how did he get to be a General, if he’s only here for a few days once every four or five seasons?”
“The way I heard it was he saved Brig’s life after he was injured in battle, led the Patrol after that, and won a crushing victory against a crew of searats.”
“Well, that makes sense I guess, but you know what I still don’t understand?”
“No, and I don’t care right now so if you would wait until morning to tell me that would be greatly appreciated, thank you.”
A new voice came from right next to William’s ear, it sounded like Louis,
“Oh, alright, one more thing, what is it?”
“Well, he gave a great, motivational speech and all, but about this Clogg fellow, I’ve heard of him, he has to be in his late seasons by now and, well I don’t see how he could have the power to do the things that General Therik is saying.”
“Ah, well, I don’t know that one, but maybe you can talk to him in the morning.” The sound of even breathing told William that his friend was asleep.

The next morning, the hares of the Long Patrol were assembled in the mess hall, eating, chatting, planning, and eating when there was the shout of “’TEN-SHUN” along with the scraping of the long benches at the tables. Roth walked in and said in an even, but perfectly audible voice,
“At ease, sit down and listen.” The hares seated themselves and paid attention to the otter.
“I know of some questions that have been in the heads of some of you, and I am here to answer them. First off, Tramon Clogg is indeed older, but he is no less cunning than when he was sailing the coast, taking plunder and slaves. He has an army, and that is what is of the most concern, though only a quarter of you will be coming with me, all of you should know from me and instead of hearing barrack rumors,” Roth looked right at William.
“We are going north and we will put a stop to the stoat and his intentions. Second, I was made a General of the Long Patrol by the Brigadier himself when he was near death on the field of battle, I bound his wounds, and led a charge; no more than what needed doing. Third, we will be stopping at Redwall Abbey to gain information and some possible additional soldiers.” Roth made a quick nod and a “thank you” and walked from the hall with a quick “As you were,” over his shoulder. There was chatter from all of the hares, except William, who just wanted to disappear.
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« Reply #9 on: December 12, 2013, 01:18:30 PM »
During the time in the barracks, Cori laid on her back, staring at the ceiling in slight apprehension. She didn't know for sure that she was going, but she very much wanted to, even if that meant she was going to be in danger. The danger was, however, difficult to comprehend, making it all the scarier - How could she know exactly how things were going to go? How dangerous this would be?
Of course it was just a vermin horde, but not exactly a typical one by any stretch. Pirates - she'd never seen a pirate, actually, and didn't know how to feel about it at all.

The next day, she listened carefully as the otter spoke, occationally nodding involuntarily, and as they were dismissed from the general's attention, she didn't join in the talking. She did, however, notice William, and, having failed to see that he had been silently reprimanded just before, she approached him, sitting at the table near him in order to get at the cakes that were nearby. She glanced over as she retrieved her food, one ear angling back. "Hello," Cori greeted him quietly, her brown eyes curious. "I can't help but feel a bit anxious about all of this. What about you?" she added the last segment, not sure exactly how to proceed.

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« Reply #10 on: December 13, 2013, 04:56:44 AM »
"Well I, uh..." William looked surprised when Cori spoke to him, "Me, well, I guess I am too, a bit." William was a bit shaken from the otter's clear targeting of him. Louis, who didn't know about his friend being the target of the General's gaze, leaned past William and said to Cori, "Don't mind him, he was up half the night imagining about Therik. 'Where's he from? Why's he here now?' and all that. I'm a bit surprised that he made it to brekkers when he did." Louis elbowed his friend, "Isn't that right?"
William seemed to regained some of his color now that he had a decent excuse for his odd behavior, courtesy of his best friend.
"Yes, that's it, just a bit tired yet." He let out a false yawn, "I guess it wasn't such a good thing, keeping up for all hours."
Louis, still leaning over William turned to Cori, "So what's got you worried the most?"
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« Reply #11 on: December 13, 2013, 10:15:56 PM »
She tilted her head back a bit, one half-lopped ear angling up a bit. "Well," she began, thinking it though - as she had many concerns - "I don't know, really. It still feels a bit as if we're going in blind, after all, even though we know who the threat is." She paused - indeed, she could hardly picture what it was they were getting involved in. "Of course the danger of exposure and all that's consistently there, but I'm less worried on that account."
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« Reply #12 on: December 14, 2013, 08:34:09 PM »
Louis sat back down and thought a moment before responding, "Yes we do know that, but what sort of umbers are we facing? The way he said it last night, Therik made it sound like there were more than a few armies that had joined up."
"Yes, that is what I thought too," William added, "I don't think he is telling us everything that he knows."
"Ah, I'm sure he's told us all we need to know for now, even if that isn't everything," Louis said waving his paw dismissively, "besides, ninety of us is more than a match for anything that those vermin could throw at us."
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« Reply #13 on: December 15, 2013, 12:45:06 AM »
Mell entered the mess hall later than she normally did. The previous night was quite a restless one for her, as she had been thinking a lot. Mostly about her last argument with mother. Could she have handled that matter better, with more tact? As much as Mell was angry with some of Alana’s recent actions, she couldn’t help but wonder, if she didn’t bear some of the blame for their current strained relationship? Ever since she had been a little leveret, she had been used to obeying her mother in almost all things, so now it was hard for her to oppose her mother without having some doubts.

This was another reason she was looking forward to going to the North. During their mission she would have to focus on doing her duty and she wouldn’t have much time for asking herself whether she was right or wrong to stay in the Long Patrol. At least, when it came to fighting bandits and pirates, the proper course was always clear…

She took a seat next to small (compared to others members of her kind) hare-maiden. She filled her plate with a bit of this and a bit of that, listening quietly to conversation three hares at her table were having. Unsurprisingly, the topic of talk was their expedition to the North and Therik.
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« Reply #14 on: December 15, 2013, 04:59:55 AM »
Louis saw Mell sit down next to Cori; she lookoed deep in thought.
"Hey, Mell, wot's your thinking then, we all saw you come up behind Therik last night, did anything come of it? I mean he dismissed us right after you got there."

"Oh, yes I do remember that," William spoke around half a scone, "Most curious, wot."
Louis rolled his eyes at William and looked back to Mell with a face that said, "Well?"
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