Escape

Tavis Longtail is many things. A mouse, a militia leader, and really, really ticked off about being captured by Radion and his gang...

Night has fallen on the woods of mossflower. While most goodnatured beasts would be asleep at this time of night, not all of them have guard duty. Stopping briefly at the cooking pot to grab some stew and warm his tail up is a blue scaled lizard. Fire is like coffee for Zee, waking him up and driving the sleepyness away.

Zee pours in a small amount of stew into his bowl. His belt and harness for his shoulder pad are starting to get a little tight as it is. Eating down his stew with a loud slorp he starts to groggily make his way towards the prisoner tent, home to one Tavis Longtail. Annoying little rodent in the lizard's opinion.

Standing by the entrance of the tent is a rather lanky weasel dressed in light armor and armed with a javelin, which he holds, and a sword on his belt. When he sights Zee, he comes from a hunched pose to an alert attention stance. "Sir!" He says quickly, holding his javelin close.

The lizard casts a glance at the weasel. Blast it! What was his name? Oh man this is so awkward, he just knew it yesterday! Hmmm, maybe if he doesn't mention it the weasel will not notice, "Ssso, how goes the night? Prisssoner didn't give you too much trouble did he?" The lizard asks as he finishes his stew. The full belly will keep him awake during the wee hours of the night.

The weasel shakes his head proudly, giving a wide smile. "Nope! He's been in da tent all day an' all night, sir! 'asn't made a peep since I started my shift!" The weasel does indeed seem rather proud of this, though mostly because of the fact that he wouldn't have to deal with the savage mouse.

Zee hands off his empty bowl of stew to the beast, shoving it at his chest. "Good to hear, maybe he will give me some peace and quiet too yah?" The lizard adjusts the axe at his belt, "Go grab yourself ssssome dinner while I check on 'em." The lizard tosses open the tent flap, leaving the weasel to his duties, "Good evening little mousssy. How are we to-" Zee's eye twitches. The barren tent lays...barren, devoid of decorations, comforts and one angry snarling mouse prisoner. All that remains is the bonds he was tied up in. Appearently chewed through.

Of course, by this point, the weasel has already dashed off, literally leaving his javelin to fall to the ground as he makes his way towards any food source that he can possibly find to feed his empty belly.

The lizard begins to nervously bite at his claws. Radion is going to kill him. He's going to gut him like a wood pigeon and tan his hide into boots! Making a pained whimper Zee dashes out of the tent, he hates to be the one to wake Radion but someone has to. Dashing across the camp the lizard skids to a hault as he barges into Radion's tent. "Radion! Radion! The prisssoner! He has essscaped!"

Evidently, Radion is not actually asleep. Instead, he is sitting in his tent, calmly staring at the side of it. Upon the entry of Zee, his calm eyes look up to the lizard. "Who was the guard assigned to watch the prisoner?" He asks in a scarily tranquil voice.

Now Zee really, really wishes he knew the weasels name. With a nervous gulp the lizard begins to idly fiddle with his long tail, "T-the weasel sir. Young lad. Bit of an air head. H-he's over by the stew pot eating his dinner now." Zee really would hate to toss the guard under the wagon like this but...he likes living.

Radion slowly stands, and pushes past the lizard. There was an air about him that suggested that it was likely not a good idea to argue with him or get in his way. "GUARDS!" He yells when he exits, and in a short amount of time, two lines of five guards each have assembled in front of him. Radion was one for prompt response, and they all knew it. "Our prisoner has escaped. Each of you will take a group of five beasts and spread out through the woods and find him. Keep him alive and bring him back to me. Understood?!"

The lizard follows shortly behind. "I'll...head out as well after him. Surely he could not have gotten far." The reptile tries to reasure his employer. There is a lot of money riding on that mouses head. Or at least so thinks Zee. It's hard to say exactly what Radion has planned for Tavis. Radion was a terrifying beast like that, unpredictable.

Radion shakes his head as the guards begin to fan out. "No, you're coming with me, and you will show me where this weasel guard is. I would like to have a word with him, and remind him about what being a guard really means." His voice is cold and devoid of emotion, which is possibly the most terrifying thing about the muscled fox's demeanor.

Zee seems to shrink back. Right now he is trying to decide if he should follow the orders or just run for it. He...he wouldn't make an example of him too would he? "R-right this way sssir." The reptile leads the fox towards the center of camp. There is a small camp fire here with large iron cooking pot. Bushtail stands over it stiring the pot. The martin has an appron tied around her corpulant waist. Zee nods with his head to the offending weasel.

Upon sighting the singled out weasel, Radion calls, "Ardran!" He made it a point to know the names of most of his beasts, though he obviously remember every single beast under his command. Luckily, however, Ardran was rather...easy to remember. "Would you mind coming and having a word with me for just a moment?" His tone has switched from being cold to polite and warm, inviting almost.

The pine marten cook takes a bowl of stew and samples it, "Evenin boss, you want some stew?" She catches sight of Zee nervously rubbing at his tail and raises an eye brow. "What's up with you?" The marten asks as the lizard steps closer to Bushtail and covers his eyes.

Radion can't help but chuckle as the weasel gets up and walks over to the fox, completely caught off guard by Radion's friendly tone. "Aye, boss! Wot d'ye need from me?" He asks, only to gasp in shock and pain as Radion's dagger penetrates his throat, sinking in up to the hilt. With a small gurgle, the guard simply falls backwards off of the blade and hits the ground.

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Bushtail continues to slurp down on her stew, eyes wide. She gulps and nervously replies, "Well...that was...um, yeah." Words fail her for once. The lizard is hiding behind the pot bellied beast now, "I would liek to point out that he essscaped before my shift started!" He waves a paw from behind Bushtail.

Radion completely ignores Zee's statement, which usually means that said beast is in the clear for the most part. "Zee, I would like you to take this body to your group of lizards and see if any of them are hungry." He says casually.

The lizard steps out from behind the marten. Regaining some of his bravery. "I will uh, do that ssir." He still has a haunched over stance, still partially affraid of the fox. He did just greet the weasel warmly before killing him. "He is a bit lanky but I'm sure they will appreciate it."

Radion nods slowly before turning his attention to Bushtail. "Bushtail, go find one of the groups looking for the prisoner and tell them that I told you to join. You need something to do anyways.." With that, he turns and begins to walk off, leaving the two to their orders and the limited amount of time in which they both knew they would have to complete these orders.

The marten finishes her stew quickly, "Oh sure, you get to stay behind and stuff your face while I head off for work." Zee breaths a sigh of relief when the fox leaves, he turns and smiles at the marten, prodding her stomach with a claw, "You know, you could always join us for dinner. You would make such an excellent meal...being a chef of course." The marten narrows her eyes to the awe full pun. "I'm going, I'm going." She tosses off her appron and picks up her sword. "Lizards..."

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Radion

Radion is a black furred fox with a pair of piercing blue eyes that stare mercilessly at their target with ruthless cruelty. He is clothed with a full suit of thick leather armor which allows him to move quickly and quietly along. At his belt are twin daggers and on his back is a bow and a quiver of black shafted arrows, waiting to bring death to their victims. His face is at first rather inviting, but looking closer at his eyes reveals the malice hidden behind them. The fox's arms are brawny, but not too brawny, and his rough paws are curled slightly, as though they were used to being ready to flay a victim at a moment's notice.

Zee and bush tail belong to me.