"Now I know never to get on Scioto's Daughter's bad side." (Redemption of Marek TP; ICly after Lorimis' funeral)
This log happens after the funeral for Abbot Lorimis ICly, and after this log: http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/talk-about-serously-bad-dayst... So...ICly it happens on Saturday, May 2nd, 2015 (I think...), in the morning :)
FV:Chieftain's Home:Main Room
The inside of the home is large, a door leads to the sleeping quarters and another to a kitchen area. This room has a large window looking outside with nice navy blue curtains on it. The floor is wooden and a large fireplace keeps the room warm in those cold months.Above the fireplace is a large painting of the Chieftain and his mate.In the room also is a table and a few chairs to sit in.A large bookcase is by a far wall with many books of all kinds on it.
Exits: [B]ack, [Bed]room, [K]itchen
ColdClaw the weasel. Marek the stoat. Blisa that cat, Ferdinand the ferret, Basilisk the snake, Valerie the vixen, Hank the fox, Statler the stoat, Clarissa the rat and Waldo the weasel.
ColdClaw has managed to pick the lock and knock out the guard at the door, only knock out as he doesn't have any poison with him today. He slips in and looks around being quiet as can be as he is trained for this and he wears no footwear right now. He also heard a rumor Marek may be here or maybe he was and left he doesn't know for sure.
Marek is here, right now resting on the large chair. Its a little early in the day and a guard had went into Scioto's room to watch him and there was one at the door, who guess now is getting unwanted sleep. The stoat has only been asleep maybe an hour but hasn't gotten much sleep the past few days due to stress and last night just made it worse.
Blisa is furious. Marek is staying in her house /without her permission/ and she heard that he father was almost murdered. She is in her room slamming wardrobe doors and trunk lids, madder than a wet hen in a thunderstorm. Statler the stoat, Waldo the weasel, Valerie the vixen and Ferdinand the ferret are in the kitchen, avoiding her wrath, cooking breakfast, and yelling at Basilisk the snake to stop trying to eat things. The reptile is whining about how hungry he is--it's a miracle that Marek can sleep through that racket. Hank the fox is asleep in the Chieftain's room, much to the amusement of the other guard in there. Clarissa the rat is outside, at the rear of the house, doing her routine sweep of the perimeter. None of these beasts have yet realized that ColdClaw has entered the house uninvited.
ColdClaw frowns, yeah he hears the noise and freezes, "Maybe...tis bad..." Then he sees Marek and smirks as he tip toes over to him and draws his blade laying it at his throat. This could be quick but Coldclaw likes his victims to know death is here as he whispers, "Wakie...wakie. Someone sent me to wish you a bad day."
Marek eyes snap open as he sees Coldclaw and the blade and narrows his eyes at the weasel, He starts to reach for his own blade as he speaks, "I do not know how you got in here, but it could end badly...for you."
ColdClaw chuckles "No...for me? Nope, for you Marek as your the one about to die" He starts to chuckle louder now.
Unfortunately for the weasel, Blisa had chosen this moment to come into the living room. The petite cat slams open the door...and freezes. Her green eyes go wide, then she shuts them, balls her paws into fists and screams, "BAAASIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!" The guards jump and start to head to the door, but Basilisk reaches it first. Ramming into the door with his head, he bursts into the room like a juggernaut, the door flying off its hinges. Hissing madly, he slithers across the room like chain lightning, knocking furniture out of his way as he does so. The bodyguards come stumbling out of the kitchen, weapons drawn and ready. Clarissa, meanwhile, has found the unconscious guard and opens the door front door, a knife and her bullwhip in paw, cutting off any escape. Hank is, oddly enough, still asleep, but the other guard in the Chieftain's room is on high alert, guarding the door.
Marek looks at the sudden crowd of beasts, hmms where they all come from? His eyes then go back to Coldclaw as he has his own blade now but this is a situation he hasn't really be in before, usually he is more alert than this as he glares at Coldclaw. It would be unwise to move right now and he doesn't know if his blade is quicker than Coldclaw's or not at a time like this.
ColdClaw smirks and goes to press the blade closer when he looks over at the door and smiles coldly "Ello..you want dead too, see I dislike witn---.." He goes pale as he sees the large snake and jumps over the chair and away from Marek, his eyes wide, "What in the name of all the seasons! That's a snake!"
Basil hisses again as he slithers over to the weasel and goes to wrap his coils around him. Blisa glares at ColdClaw. "Yes, he is. And he is my pet. Basil, don't kill him. Just....hold him for me. Securely."
Marek rolls off the chair and stands, sword in paw. He stays fairly calm as he looks at the snake, he had heard of it being around and now he knows why Scioto always said it was best not to stay at the house. He has only been here over night and now thinks better of it, whether the snake is a friend or foe he could care less as he will sleep elsewhere tonight thank you very much. He is also very very alert now.
ColdClaw is in too much shock that the snake is here to react quickly enough to slice at Basil, he struggles as he is coiled around "Let me go! Release me...tell the s...s...snake to go away!"
Blisa chuckles wickedly, an evil smile spreading over her features. "Why would I do that? As I recall, you tried to kill my /father/. Y'know, Scioto? The Chieftain of Ferravale? Yeah, he's my father and you tried to murder him." She tut-tuts as she walks forward, shaking her head. "I can't /abide/ beasts who try to kill my family. It's really terribly rude." Basil has his coils wrapped around all but the weasel's head, and he asks hopefully, "Can I kill him and eat him now?" "No. I have some questions for him." Valerie blanches as Ferdinand growls, "You can't torture him. It'th wrong." The young cat glares at her head bodyguard and snaps, "I can do as I please. He broke into my house." Turning back to the trapped weasel, she adds, "And I won't have to torture him if he gives me the information I want."
Marek looks at the young cat , sword still in paw, "Now I know never to get on Scioto's Daughter's bad side. There is also Irinevok, Coldclaw may know about him as he was the one in the office last night as well as a ferret"
ColdClaw tries to get loose, "Kill?...I was told to get Marek's head...n...not Scioto's think someone else..." He stops talking and frowns a little as he tries to think quickly...wait no he is not saying a word "You can't m...make me talk kitten and neither can you Marek. This is pitiful, your only still have your head cause of a stupid snake"
Blisa stomps her foot in ager. "I AM NOT A KITTEN! I am 8 seasons old! Basil, break his legs!" The snake hisses in pleasure and starts to squeeze the coil around the weasel's legs. Tighter, tighter, tighter. Bones should be breaking now. The bodyguards look sick, especially Valerie. She is a healer, after all, dedicated to helping others, not hurting them.
Marek growls low at Coldclaw, "Well someone sent you." He blinks at the way Blisa handles this and decides to get a bit more away from where they stand, more towards the guards works.
ColdClaw glares, he starts to chuckle and then tenses up in pain as his legs are broke in a couple places. He struggles more to get loose, "S...stop!...I ...I will tell you what ever you want, make it...release me..." He pants as he is in pain and fear grows even more so now. "Yes...someone sent me..."
Blisa smiles in satisfaction and gestures at the snake. Basilisk makes a subdued whimpering noise of disappointment and loosens his hold, but doesn't release the weasel just yet. The young cat steps forward until she can rest her paws on the reptile's coils. "That's more like it. Now, then. Who sent you? What were you supposed to do? And how could you not know about me and my snake friend?" Ferdinand takes this moment to add, "Oh, and Thir Thcioto'th thtill alive, idiot." He goes to stand between Marek and Basil, understanding how uncomfortable the stoat is. Empathizing with him, actually.
ColdClaw jaw drops open, "But He was supposed to be dead.." He frowns, "The mouse sent me to kill Marek and bring him his head for 200 gold, he be real upset if he knew the chieftain lived."
Blisa looks away for a moment, then goes back to staring into the weasel's eyes. "Well, he's not. Now, who's this mouse? What's his name and what does he look like?" Ferdinand smiles slightly as he understands what the cat is about to do and runs off into her room, returning within moments with her art supplies. Grabbing the bag, the feline pulls out a charcoal pencil and her sketchbook. Turning to the picture of ColdClaw that she had made from her father's description she briefly holds it up to the weasel so he can see how it's so lifelike that it's like looking in a mirror, almost, then she turns to a blank page and waits for the description of the mouse.
ColdClaw speaks, only cause he believes its the only way to get loose and what others doesn't know will not hurt him right? "Irinevok...he is a bit insane." He does on to desc him best he can, course he sometimes has that cloak on "He...wants Marek dead and..." He smirks "He also will be told Scioto is alive...wait how is the cat alive, he should be 6 foot under..." He is confused.
Marek clears his throat, "It seems he had some unexpected add on to his armor"
Blisa draws the mouse, pursing her lips with concentration and anger. Digging out her colours, she fills in the sketch, producing a lifelike image of Irinevok. "There. Basil, do me a favour and break this freak's arm for his rudeness towards me." As Basilisk maneuvers his coils and squeezes to do as he is bid, the cat comes over to Marek and holds out her sketchbook. "Take a look at this and tell me if this weasel spoke the truth." After handing the stoat the drawing book, she comes back over and goes to pat the weasel none-to-gently on the cheek. "Oh, and who said I would let you out of here alive?" That's actually what she was planning, but he doesn't have to know that.
ColdClaw eyes go wide "Wait...WHAT!?!..Bu...bb......but I told you about the insane mouse! Let me go!" He is again in pain and whimpers slightly even more afraid now.
Marek looks over the drawing as he glares at it "That's Irinevok, he told the truth. Not a mouse that's easy to deal with either he is insane trust me" One can hear the hate for the beast in his voice.
Ferdinand looks the drawing over. "I wonder how good he ith when faced with a thabre...?" he growls, sheathing his weapon. The rest of the bodyguards follow suit. Blisa laughs, actually starting to enjoy herself. "But you haven't told me about Bramblefur and where he is! Or where this Irene-evok beast is. Or about who else is in your group. How many soldiers does Irene have? What are his plans? Do they know about the golden eagle who is hunting North of the River Moss? TELL ME ALL THAT YOU KNOW!!!" Basilisk rearranges his coils again, ready to break the weasel's other arm. He tightens his constricting muscles slightly, not enough to cause more injuries, but definitely tight enough to be noticed.
ColdClaw whimpers still, he then growls "No way...your all fools. I don't know where Bramblefur is probably with that abbey beast he has now."
Marek simply stands and listens, watching a little but not too much on the watching, "Prehaps the snake can catch Irinevok as well and have a snack"
Blisa leaps forward and up onto Basil's coils, catching the weasel's ear with claws extended. "Abbey beast?! What Abbey beast?! Basil, break it!" The snake squeezes to break the last limb as he smiles hopefully at the stoat. "I would like that! Can I pleassse?"
ColdClaw closes his eyes in pain and shivers, well he is going no where today and looks close to passing out "why do you care its just some rat d...dibbun"
Marek listens, "Rat dibbun?"
Blisa goes to rip his ear off with her sharp, pointy claws. "What is the Abbey Beast's name?!" Ferdinand takes a step forward, ready to do something if need be, but not sure what to do, exactly.
ColdClaw yelps in pain "I...I forgot, Bramblefur wanted her...s...said she was in his guild for a while and left and he hated it.." He tries for the life of him, who was he told to get...who...who!..."Wait...T...Thorn, yeah that was her name.." He gulps and looks ready to pass out any moment.
Marek asks, "Isn't that Benar's adopted daughter? I have heard about her somewhat."
ColdClaw doesn't look like he will answer any more questions as his eyes shut slowly and he passes out. He most likely has unseen blood loss and may have other unseen damage as well. Whether he wakes remains to be seen.
Blisa jumps down from her pet's coils, her eyes wide with horror. "Thorn! I've heard of her...I think I met her once. We need to send a message to the Abbey, fast! Basil, where are you going?" The snake slithers as fast as he can into the kitchen, hissing happily. "I'ma gonna eata weasssel! You can't sssstop me!!" The guards give chase, but too late. Basilisk slams his cellar door and bars it, then goes down into the deep darkness and settles down to his grisly meal. The cat covers her eyes with a paw. "This is terrible, simply terrible! We have to get a message to the Abbey!" She grabs her bag, pulls out a sheet of paper, a bottle of ink, and a quill pen. Ferdinand comes back into the main room, the sound of the other guards banging on the door following him. He goes to take the sketchbook from the stoat and looks at the drawing again. "Irinevok. Do you have any idea what hith planth might be?"
Marek watches as the weasel is dragged away "Well...I don't think Mr. Coldclaw will be giving any messages to anyone now, which is good in a way." He frowns "He hates leaders I know that much, he is also very smart, but insane also and most likely believes Scioto dead, I myself thought Scioto was dead." He walks over where he layed the book and looks at it, it still has a large hole in it, he studies the book and places it in a pack he has. He has no plans to stay in a house with a guard snake. "I need to...go somewhere. And that crazy mouse is now in Mossflower. Trust me I will help defeat him and will not let him harm or try to harm anyone else if I can stop him"
Blisa looks up as she folds her message. "Where are you going? If you're going to Redwall, would you take my message? I'm sure you can give it to someone there without revealing your presence to someone you don't necessarily want to know you're here." She stands up and goes to her room, returning within a few moments with her letter sealed with wax. "They need to know about everything that's happened." Ferdinand shuts the sketchbook and goes to carefully put it in the cat's art bag. "They need to be warned about thith latetht threat."
Marek nods "I..." He takes the letter and nods "I will give it to someone there. I was going to..." Is he holding back tears? "To pay my respects to Lorimis, I only wish I had spoken to him when he was still alive then maybe..." He shakes his head as he pockets the note, "Message will be delivered."
Blisa looks at the stoat oddly. "You have changed, haven't you? I don't think I've ever heard of you crying before." She hesitates, the steps forward and places a gentle paw on his. "Look. I may not have forgiven you, and I may still be angry with you sometimes, but I can see when a beast has changed. Be careful, and don't get caught or killed." She then turns grabs her art bag, and vanishes into her bedroom. Ferdinand raises his eyebrows, then looks at the stoat. "Be grateful. The once thwore a blood oath to kill you and dance on your grave."
Marek frowns at the words "Gee...your words make a beast all feeling great inside" He says in a sarcastic way to the ferret guard and sighs as he nods to Blisa before she heads off and wipes his eyes a little " Dust...got to go" Yes dust..rightttt..He heads outside and on towards the abbey, he will avoid the funeral and wait till the next day to visit the grave of Lorimis, he lets a couple tears go down his cheek as he is out of sight of the house.
Thanks for reading! And yes, Blisa and her bodyguard ate breakfast now...except for Valerie, who is still sick to her stomach from the whole torture thing... :D
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