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Post by coolcoyote on Apr 3, 2016 19:41:09 GMT -5
It doesn't take long for Barley to appear from the kitchen as well, bowl of soup in his paws, buttered roll of bread in his muzzle.
He sits down scooting the chair back to accomidate his girth. Dipping the bread in the soup before eating he says, "I missed sone of the conversation, sorry, exactly who or WHAT is coming after you?" he manages between bites.
"And do you feel the need to inform the guards about it?" it was a rather blunt question but needed.
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Post by fernleaf on Apr 3, 2016 20:26:58 GMT -5
Snowpaw took some soup and thought. "I've never heard of something like this before. Whatever is pursuing me will have to get through me, and it's a good idea to let the guards in on it. Good idea for once, Barley. But tonight, we sleep in the presence of the tapestry of Martin. It's the safest place in the abbey. I doubt if the guardian spirit of Redwall will let anything harm you." She wondered if he had spoken to anybody yet. And when will those hares get back with the Hermit? She had much to think about.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on Apr 8, 2016 12:21:43 GMT -5
“Do I really need to give you a name? I don’t know if you’ll believe me if I tell you.” Seeing the truthful expressions on his friends’ faces, he decided it was indeed best to give the truth.
“His name is Garkul. Garkul DemonFang. My sister and I were captured by him, prisoners of his several years ago. We were held there in his underground dungeon for quite a while; wouldn’t have been the first time we’d been imprisoned in such a place before.” The squirrel went silent for a moment while the terrible memories of both events stirred and flooded to the forefront of his mind.
“Anyway, Garkul and I got into a fistfight. He kept bragging on and on without cease about how he could beat me in that kind of thing. As you can guess, I admit, it ticked me off. There was a bad scuffle. He scratched and cut me several times, I punched and jabbed at him. Mind you, this was entirely unarmed combat. It came to a point where I got so out of control…that…I hit him in the jaw. I broke some of Garkul's teeth, and he fled. My sister took that opportunity to escape, and we haven’t seen him since.
“Now, as to why he’s exploring the Eastern Islands, that’s pretty obvious: he knows where we live, our homeland. But we’re not there; we haven’t visited in a few months, actually. When all these problems are over, maybe Madeline and I will consider going back. Garkul’s lack of information is part of his motivation to find us. The less we appear, the more desperate he gets. Revenge is all he cares about.”
His thoughts shifted to the advice of Barley and Snowpaw to inform the guards. It stopped him short for a moment, not really sure how to respond. “I understand you mean well, but…I don’t want to cause more alarm than is needed. We – and I mean the three of us and my sister – cannot predict when Garkul will get here, if he’s on his way to Mossflower from the Eastern Seaboard. The guards can help, but…how much so? I’ll talk to them after the Council is over.”
The image of the Martin tapestry instantly flashed in his mind when Snowpaw mentioned it. Now this was something he could agree with. “Yes, let’s sleep there tonight. I don’t mind it at all. If there’s anybeast who knows best aside from my family, it’s Redwall’s guardian spirit. I don’t want him to choose me as his champion, though. I already have enough responsibility trying to protect myself and my sister.”
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Post by coolcoyote on Apr 11, 2016 16:27:59 GMT -5
Finishing his soup the portly mouse smirks, "Now there is something I can agree with. I've got enough on my paws worrying about my own sibling let alone with vermin troubles. Speaking of which, if you see my brother Oat about the abbey do me a favor and don't tell him about this. Especially if this, Garkul is a..." the mouse glaces left and right just incase Oat should magically appear behind him, "Especially if this beast is a v-u-l-pine. He, doesn't need the added stess.""
He relaxes before continuing. "Invasion not withstanding, I think you are fairly safe here. We have walls, guards, and soon an army of angry vermin warriors to get through. Unless Gar travels with an army of his own, I think you'll be fine." he says with some sarcasim even while trying to be comforting.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on Apr 27, 2016 18:00:49 GMT -5
The stern atmosphere of the issue aside, Jared smiled at Barley, surprisingly a first since receiving his vision. He patted the large mouse reassuringly on the wrist. “Don’t you stress out, Barley. Garkul is not a vulpine. He’s actually a weasel – and a very narcissistic and psychotic one, at that. Just keep yourselves safe, and you two will be fine. Garkul is my enemy, not yours.” Jared drank down the last of his soup and set his bowl aside on the table.
“Unfortunately for us, Garkul does have an army of his own. What size it is stays unknown. It was considerably thinner in its numbers the last time we saw him. That being said, if the guards can’t defend against Garkul and the other approaching Vermin hordes simultaneously, then we are more than willing to protect ourselves. You can rest assured of that.”
Jared gathered the others’ bowls and proceeded to wash them in the sink. His mental focus instantly fell on the Tapestry of Martin. He assumed it wouldn’t hurt to try to receive some counsel from Redwall’s guardian spirit. Notwithstanding that, what might the Abbey’s champion need with him? In the event that there was a message to be relayed, the most reliable to do as such would without a doubt be the Sandeyes themselves.
But the questions still lingered in his mind: what had his father meant to say? What was the true message, if there was one at all? Where was Edoran?
Above all…was that truly a dream?
“The sooner the Council is over, the sooner we can make sense of our next strategy. Mother, would you say you are certain spending the night in the area of Martin’s Tapestry is the best idea? My family is the main party who would ever send me messages of this design, those of which through my dreams by projections across the astral plane. I question Martin would have any similar business; there’d honestly be no compelling reason to make me into his champion.”
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Post by fernleaf on Apr 29, 2016 20:52:43 GMT -5
Snowpaw had left for a while to escort Fernleaf into the Abbey and prepare him for his meeting with the Abbot. She came back. "Please excuse my absence. I had somebody to meet. I doubt if he would be confident enough to meet with you, he's kind of shy. He's the ferret I told you about. I'm sure spending the night with Martin's tapestry. Whoever he makes his champion would have no bearing on what we're doing now. We just need his protection. I wouldn't worry too much about that, Jared.
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Post by coolcoyote on May 4, 2016 17:23:30 GMT -5
Barley smiles in the usual way one does when he completely dissagrees with what ever is going on but finds the effort to vocolize it not worth the trouble. Undead warrior spirits, bah! But the corpulant mouse is hardly one to critize the beliefs of another.
"If marten doesnt help just show this ol weasel to me, I'll show him the ol one two," the mouse throws a few mock punches in the air, "Or just dress him up as a fox and sick Oat on him with a hatchet." Barley laughs and laughs and then immidiatly says sternly, "Under no circomstances should Oat ever be given a weapon. Ever." he adds even more sternly, "EV-ER. But anyway. Pleasure chatting with you chaps. Hope your dream business goes well. I am off to find my wayward brother. Take care."
Meal finished Barley waddles his way away from the table, occasionally licking his paws clean of the meal he had. Warriors from beyond the grave indeed.
(Sorry for my absence XD life just...yeah. Anyway, seeing as how im taking a week to 2 weeks to reply I am going to pose out here for a while xD ty for the rp! It was fun! If you need me for anything pm me.)
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Post by Jared Sandeye on May 8, 2016 18:50:08 GMT -5
Jared cordially waved after Barley as he left. However, then a disbelieving sigh escaped his mouth and the squirrel shook his head in disbelief.
“'The ol’ one-two.' Like that will help any. Garkul is not a brute to be trifled with. Who knows what amount of damage has been done throughout the years since our last encounter? I can’t envision what extreme measures Garkul’s turned to, attempting to improve himself, better than before.”
Jared gathered the bowls and spoons, washing them in the sink and putting them away. “I guess it’s OK to skip out on supper. I’m honestly not all that hungry anymore. Maybe Maddie will want some of this. Better keep it out for her, just in case.”
He sat back down on the table beside Mother Snowpaw, putting his paw in hers in need of guidance and counsel. “So for what remains of the afternoon, should I be doing anything to prepare for the sleep before Martin’s Tapestry? My sister should know, isn’t that so? The visions are mine, of course. But would it be a good idea for her to go along with us?”
Standing on a nearby windowsill, a faceless phantom shadow watched over the young male squirrel, curious and waiting for the coming of the night.
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Post by fernleaf on May 9, 2016 9:52:25 GMT -5
"Not much. We're just waiting for the Council to break up." said Snowpaw. "And the vermin are now outside from what I've heard, and are asking for a parley."
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Post by Jared Sandeye on May 12, 2016 13:21:09 GMT -5
"What?!”
Jared held back before inclining his head on Snowpaw’s shoulder and about dropped out of his seat.
“They’re already here? At the gates?” Pulling himself up to a sitting position, the youthful Sandeye looked Snowpaw fairly frightfully in the eye.
“What if…consider the possibility that Garkul is with them? My sister and I won’t be prepared! This…this is outrageous!” He clapped his paws to his head in sheer frustration, shutting his eyes firmly and making a decent attempt to think.
“No, no, no! This can’t be right!”
Something in his gut was telling him not to overreact. Garkul in truth was not with the vermin armies, very much a far long ways behind.
What extent of time till he reached Mossflower?
Finally, Jared surrendered his mental questioning and laid his head on Snowpaw again. “I’m sorry, maybe that was uncalled for. Garkul might not be here with the vermin hordes. I want you to be with me at Martin’s Tapestry tonight. It’s difficult to foresee what may happen there if left alone. When is the soonest time we can set up there? What would be a good idea for me to bring? I will tell my sister about it as well, in the event that you permit her to join us.”
This was something to be much anticipated. Sleeping before Martin’s Tapestry! Yet there was much premonition and solemnity in it. Regardless, Jared relaxed on Snowpaw’s shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm his emotionally conflicting nerves.
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Post by fernleaf on May 13, 2016 21:00:48 GMT -5
"What may you bring?" asked Snowpaw. "What may you bring but yourself. It will be enough. What else you may bring is up to you, young Jared. This evening we shall be there. It will be all right. We will see." She placed a paw on his head which was resting on her shoulder. "You will see. You will see." Maybe even Fernleaf might be with them, especially after the way he surprised her, making that vow before the image of Martin. That ferret was just full of surprises.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on May 18, 2016 11:07:00 GMT -5
”What may you bring but yourself.”
Time came and went without warning. Night drew closer to the Abbey sooner than anticipated. Three creatures occupied the Great Hall tonight. Perhaps Fernleaf would come along, perhaps not.
Earlier, Jared educated Madeline of the arrangement to spend the night before Martin’s Tapestry. In spite of neglecting to see the advantage, she offered to join, of which her brother approved.
The female Sandeye was now asleep, while Jared remained before the Tapestry itself, leaning beside Martin’s image, silent for
several minutes that seemed to pass like hours.
“I don’t suppose you could tell me what to do here?” Jared, at last, spoke up, his supplication directed at Martin. “I would prefer not to be your champion. But can you be my guide? You or somebeast else? Please help me, Martin. Send somebeast to me who knows what’s going on. Tell me what to do, what to say. What does my dream mean? Will I have more, and when? What is the point of all this?”
He waited several more minutes; no responses came. It wasn’t much sooner than the male Sandeye resigned to sleep himself, lying beside Madeline.
Unseen by their closed eyes, Martin’s own shone a brilliant brown.
"Jared…Madeline…"
Their ears jerked as the familiar voice reached them, the most exceptional thing being that Madeline was now hearing it as well.
“That’s not Dad, is it?” she asked.
“No, it’s not,” her brother attested. Bright surprise crossed his awakening face.
“Edoran!”
Standing in front of Martin’s image was the oldest child of the Sandeye trio. The other two sprung to their feet. Jared embraced Edoran last, then hesitated before drawing back. Curling one paw into a fist, Jared punched Edoran hard across the face. The older sibling reeled in reverse, holding his left cheek.
“I deserved that.”
“Like hell, Ed!” Jared snapped, arms folded in anger. “What were you thinking, sending our father to convey your message? Why not do it yourself?”
“I was uncertain that you’d understand!” Edoran clarified while the three sat down on the floor.
“’Understand?’” Jared’s eyes were still glaring with disappointment. “Garkul’s coming to Mossflower, and there’s nothing we can do about it!”
“Yes, Jared, of course. There's more to that. More than either of you know.”
“Don’t start fighting, please!” Madeline desperately pleaded, her paws held out to keep the brothers apart. “We should not fight amongst ourselves! It won’t do us any good!”
Unbeknownst to the trio, Mother Snowpaw had heard every single word.
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Post by fernleaf on May 19, 2016 17:27:10 GMT -5
Indeed, Mother Snowpaw had heard every word. And she had come with another cloaked beast who held back, as he heard what was going on as well. And once again, he knelt before the tapestry of Martin. He had sworn his loyalty to Martin and to Redwall in the name of the Dibbuns. He looked with uncertainty at Jared and the others. Fernleaf had been convinced to come with them to spend the night here.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on May 24, 2016 19:52:38 GMT -5
Fernleaf’s presence was surprising yet welcome. The Sandeye trio sprung to their feet and bowed respectfully before the hermit, after patiently waiting for his vows before Martin to be finished.
“Fernleaf,” Jared Sandeye recognized. “It’s great to see you again. I’m not sure if you remember us, Jared and Madeline Sandeye?” He gestured to his older brother in an introductory manner. “This is Edoran, who has ventured…er, beyond the grave to communicate with us. It’s complicated, honestly.”
Edoran nodded to the hermit in greeting. “How do you do, Fernleaf? There are much things my kin need to know, concerning future occasions with the vermin armies. If it’s not too much trouble, please excuse us. We will talk later, I promise.”
The trio retreated against the wall and sat down again. Jared encouraged his brother to speak up. “What’s this about, Ed?”
Edoran held back for a minute. His eyes showed a certain uneasiness and fear, as though afraid to offer the news to his younger siblings of the truth, a truth that, with no doubt or alternative, must be told.
“It’s all about Garkul, Jared. What I’ve come to tell you is what Garkul is doing, what has been done since last time you two met. Jared, Madeline…Garkul’s fixed himself up.”
As expected, the younger Sandeyes exchanged confused glances.
“I shouldn’t give you too much detail. Just understand this: he’s been around the Eastern Islands over the past two weeks, looking for you two. Dad and I have both been watching him. I hate to say this: Garkul’s last visit was to Tutha.”
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Post by fernleaf on May 24, 2016 20:39:42 GMT -5
Fernleaf looked at them, not recognizing them for a moment. Then, "I think I remember you. You were much younger, not more than the Dibbuns that usually visit me." He hadn't seen Edoran before, indeed, hadn't seen any such apparitions before. He looked up at Snowpaw, who said "Around here, you must expect it, especially when Redwall is in danger."
"Please don't bow to me. I don't deserve it." said Fernleaf." He got a nudge from Snowpaw, who said "Stop being so silly." He watched as they retreated to the wall to speak further to Edoran. He overheard the words "Vermin Armies" and shuddered. He hoped these people here would weather that onslaught.
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bye!
