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Post by Captain Bigwig on Oct 16, 2015 14:54:10 GMT -5
As Dianthus listened to Camilla, his heart sank deep into his chest, the realization that those hares that had gone off... they weren't going to come back. Dumbfounded, and stricken with grief, his eyes practically glazed over as his shoulders sunk, and his ears flopped forward defeatedly. If the first patrol, save for Sergeant Rockpaws, were all dead... What had become of the second patrol? Had they, too, walked into their deaths, following the path of the first? Were they captured? Were they going to become somebeasts stew?
Getting a grip on himself, he straightened his back again, clenching his hands into fists. Cyphel was playing along, and seemed to trust the huge monster before them. It was possible she may be lying - but at this point, all Dianthus wanted was to wake up from this bad dream. His only choice could be to put his faith in the badger lord, and once the stranger was dealt with, a real plan could be formulated. But goodness, Dianthus didn't want to be involved. If there was a real threat out there... he didn't want to set foot outside the mountain ever again!
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Post by zelebirbo on Oct 17, 2015 11:00:38 GMT -5
"What do I want of you?"
The harrowing echo of her voice seemed to add a new chill to the already soiled air. Mossflower was never made for this monster, it was far too soft and fertile of a land. Despite its long and lengthy history of war torn events, not any combination of any of those events could have shaped it to be prepared for the arrival of the Wrath--she who would've made the legend of the Savage from the Lands of Ice seem no more then a tale of a pitiful, scrawny youth.
Icy eyes flashed with a hunger for battle--for she could sense the growing storm within the badger upon learning the injustices done to him and his warriors. Even if she was greater in size and might, the mighty Warlordess could sense the blood of a fellow warrior: one who lived and breathes the path of warfare and battle. Perhaps not as much as her, but it was certainly there. She could feel it, and it roused her own fiery blood.
Camilla was never the best at treaties, councils of war and planning attacks were more her speed. But her most trusted advisors were still at camp, under her orders, so it was better late then never to begin practicing. A great rumble hummed in her throat, and her nostrils let out one great blast of hot air as she sorted out her otherwise jangled thoughts. She would have to say the right things if she was going to get the point across--especially since she did not fair well with this kind of negotiation.
"I wish for alliance. As I have said, there is little doubt we now share a common foe--he with the fur of fire and the heart of tar, Cremsin Fireslayer. My army is great enough to take him on by itself, but never have we stepped foot within the country of Mossflower. We have had a few guides here and there, but we would be otherwise lost. From what I understand from your injured sergeant, this mountain has been occupied for countless generations by creatures such as yourself. I have every reason to believe you know this land like the back of your paw, badger, and if not you, then your warriors."
Here she leered forth, and brought her mighty face closer to the badger. They stared eye-to-eye then, her fiery blue gaze staring into his head-on. Her voice dropped into a growl, one that almost sounded eager.
"I can smell your rage at this injustice, badger. You may deny it at first, but you wish to tear this filthy vermin to shreds as much as I. I do not often come across warriors of your might--and it is an honor. But, I have seen the Fireslayer's horde. They outnumber your army ten-to-one. With our combined forces could ensure victory even more-so, and you'd be able to get a crack at that murderous fool as well."
And forth stretched out a paw of such size that it could've been mistaken for a great hunk of rock hewed from the very mountain behind them itself, each digit tipped with a monstrous claw of such thickness and sharpness that it looked as if it could've easily torn through steel like butter. Her piercing gaze seemed to grow even harder.
"Do you agree to this alliance, badger?"
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Post by Margorr on Oct 17, 2015 12:15:20 GMT -5
Cyphel could not recall a time in history when Salamandastron had an alliance with vermin. He did not love the idea, and was sure his hares would not care for it either, but something told him that The Wraith had the right idea. She did seem a formidable warrior, and if her amy was truly as large as she claimed, then it would be better to join her than oppose her in any way. His anger flashed to fear when Camilla brought her face close to his, but Cyphel stood his ground while the great beast spoke to him in a low growl.
Several thoughts raced through his mind at once when she asked about the alliance and offered her paw. Cyphel pushed them aside for the moment, and took the wolf by the paw.
"Very well. You have your alliance. I would like to move my hares out at once, I will need two hours to prepare them and make plans. We-" he paused for a second. It registered with Cyphel that this Warlord was headed for Mossflower. If he was past the mountain already, there was one place he was sure to hit if he was sweeping south. Cyphel growled under his breath and took a step back.
"I will send a score of hares with you to guide your army. I would like a score of your beasts in return, trustworthy ones, and they must be swift. One must be an officer. The rest of my hares will not be traveling with you. I am sending them ahead. If Cremsin has reached Mossflower, he's sure to come across Redwall Abbey, or will shortly. I don't want them undefended. We'll make our way there ourselves as well, and hopefully cut Cremsin off before he reaches there but if he's ahead of us, we might not make it."
Redwall Abbey. Cyphel knew it well, he'd grown up in the Mossflower area with his mother, and had visited the Abbey a few times between his childhood an reign as Badger Lord. Those beasts inside wouldn't know what to do if a huge army showed up at their doorstep, and if Cremsin was so powerful, they'd need all the help they could get.
"We'll be ready in an hour. Meet me here with a score of your beasts then."
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bye!
