Silver locket, black skull or Cynthia! Hey, she's back! :D (A Redwall log starring Blisa of Ferravale) 6-25-2016
I made a fanfic to show when Blisa gets her new necklace. Here's the link: http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/blisa-gets-small-army-icly-ha... :)
Also, we were referencing this log: http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/fight-and-freedom-thorns-stee... in the conversation with just Oz and Blisa.
RW Abbey: Great Hall
The Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. Countless paw falls have echoed from these stones, and untold numbers of feasts and merry gatherings have been held here. A table, not nearly so grand or large as its predecessors, but quite functional for mealtimes, rests near the center of the hall. Chairs exist here aplenty, and they are all of a matching set. High above, the stain glass windows give the Great Hall a beautiful appearance. The glasswork is exceptionally done, crafted by a skilled artist. The floor is clean and swept. A fire is kept burning in the fireplace at almost all times of the day and night, and there are several more comfortable chairs and cushions set up here, of varying sizes. One looks large enough to easily accommodate a badger.
The Tapestry hangs proud and tall, and while the rest of Redwall may still bear the scars of natural disaster, this most famous of Redwall's relics remains unharmed by beast, time, or the elements. The figure of Martin the Warrior seems to be watching over his own with an unchanging, kindly gaze.
Soft light is slowly beginning to filter in through the stained glass windows high above your head.
Exits: Abbey's [Li]brary, [K]itchen, [C]avern [H]ole, [B]reezeway, [En]try, [Stairs]
Contents:
a message (board) with notes tacked to it
Badgers: Oz, male.
Cats: Blisa, female.
Mice: Cynthia, female.
Squirrels: Lacota, male.
Otters: Chud, male.
Oz is sitting in his chair, no dibbuns around as they are with Sister Jenny and a couple novices on dibbun duty.
Blisa enters the hall, playing with a new necklace she has on. In addition to her silver locket that was once her mother's, she has a leather cord around her neck that has a carved bone skull on it that's been painted black. Spotting the badger, she walks over to him, saying, "Hi, Oz."
Oz nods a hello and offers a smile "I am glad to know you got to the abbey safely Blisa, I will admit I was worried."
Blisa nods as she sits down. "Thank you. I was worried about you, too....I'm sorry for not coming to visit you. I've been.....a bit preoccupied." She scoots forward. "Um....do you....remember anything about Lenore Nightwing? I was...so little....so young when....Stormfeather had us as captives, I just......can't remember much."
Oz tilts his head as he remembers the fox's name. "Stormfeather was...bit hard to forget, trust me remember him clearly....I also remember a raven, not a name...she sneaked us food and think she sneaked in something for my knee once or least cleaned it off...wasn't able to do much for my knee, still gives me trouble at times."
Blisa nods and leans forward in her seat. "Do you.....do you remember much from the battle where we got rescued? I remember being scared.....and DoraRose had come to save us. Did.....did the raven help us in that battle?" She got a head injury a few seasons ago and can't quite recall things very well anymore...
Oz is quiet as he tries to remember, "I remember...some of it...Leon was a captive also but was a novice at the time....there was the monitors and I think the raven turned against Stormfeather." He frowns "There...was a tunnel or...cave? He wanted me to move a large stone but I was not able to, wasn't even able to walk from being chained over a season...I barely walked and...others helped us....Zork was there, I think I passed out cause he was calling my name and then I was in the infirm and told like 3 weeks had passed"
Blisa soaks in this new information, then nods slowly, her normal habits unable to be squashed by her knowledge that the badger is blind. "I.....may have inherited her command over a bunch of blackbirds....." What a way to put it.
Cynthia is walking around the abbey, she even went to the graveyard for a short while, she slows and stops at the entry to the room.
Oz blinks "How is that possible?" Then...he tries to remember was there birds helping them, he sighs "I ...don't remember too much on the battle, I think I had a fairly high fever then and I was so weak couldn't hardly do anything"
Blisa shrugs. "The rook that talked to me said that Lenore had really come to like me before she died, and Lenore had said that I would become the leader of her little band of birds when I became ready." The young cats looks down at the skull pendant in her paw. "Apparently my father dying and my becoming rightful Chieftain of Ferravale made me ready." She hears the mouse come to the entryway. And her ear tilts in her direction, and then she looks over at the mouse and smiles slightly. She doesn't recognize her, but she's still going to be polite.
Oz nods "Well birds could proof useful in the fight with Zurrgg...well Kolur now"
Lacota exits the kitchen, muttering to himself and reading from a scrap of paper. "Oh, hello, Blisa, Oz... And, Cynthia!" He smiles, his original task forgotten for the moment.
Cynthia stays by the entry and simple nods a hello, she seems unsure of whether to come into the room or not.
Blisa scowls, and her voice hardens. "Yes....I will still make him paw for what they did to my father! ....somehow..." she glances up at the squirrel and quietly says, "hi," then returns to looking at her new necklace. Should the mouse come closer, she'll start talking to her.
Oz listens, he had missed the footpaws, then she is at the entry of the room, he listens quietly, "Cynthia is back?"
Lacota walks quickly toward the entry. "Cynthia, where have you been? I've been worried... Are you alright? You haven't been hurt, have you? Have you been eating enough?"
Cynthia frowns , "I...been else where and..I didnt mean to run away" She goes to move away as if maybe he is upset " I am...please don't hate me"
Blisa watches silently for now, unsure if anything she could say would be of any help. She ignores the badger as he falls asleep.
Lacota shakes his head. "Cynthia, I would never hate you. I care about your safety and wellbeing. Come on... Won't you please come and sit... Are you hungry?"
Cynthia decides to walk over and sit in a chair, she finally speaks "I was ok...most of the time, some rat grabbed me and was taking me to some...chieftain and I heard they had taken over Ferravale and he told someone they would pay for helping me get away"
Chud walks into the Great Hall and glances about before heading towards the main group. Sitting down in a comfy chair, he asks in a low voice, "So wot's goin' on?" as soon as there's a gap in the conversation.
The cat shrugs at what the otter says. "I'm not really sure..." then she hears what the mouse is saying and leaps up. "Ferravale? Somebeast tried to capture you and take to the village?" She pauses, then says more gently, "My name is Blisa, and Ferravale is rightfully my village. It has been taken over by some evil creatures. Could you please tell me just what happened and what this beast said?" She gestures to the chair beside her own in an offer for the mousemaid to have a seat.
Lacota frowns. "Goodness... I'm just happy you're safe..." He sighs. "I'm going to get you something to eat... You must be starved."
Cynthia is already sitting "The rat said he was gonna join and he needed a gift and he did mention the chieftain of Ferravale, I told him he get punched then he said his new boss killed Scioto and...so I figured...things got bad while I was away, even Caleb mentioned some bad things going on"
"Wait...Sci's gone?" Chud blinks. "When did that happen? I heard something 'bout bad stuff happening up that way but my patrols hadn't taken me towards the village in quite a while..."
Blisa sniffs a little. "Scioto was....my father. He was murdered....poisoned almost a month.....a month ago...." she wipes her tears on her sleeve. "Z.....Zurrgg did it, an'......and now Zurrgg has apparently b....been killed, and now somebeast e....else has t....taken over my village...." It's still really hard for her to talk about....
Cynthia frowns, "I meet him once..and a stoat named Marek...sorry to here of Scioto's....his death"
Chud nods solemnly to Blisa. "Sorry t'hear that," he says softly. "Question, who's in charge now?" he asks matter-of-factly afterward.
Lacota sighs, saying to Chud, "It's one thing after another, lately."
Blisa nods and sniffs as another tear trickles down her cheek. "Thank......thank you." She lifts her new pendant into her paws again. It is a skull, carved out of bone and painted black, and it's hanging from a leather cord around her neck. The tear splashes onto it, and she wipes the wet spot away with her thumb. Looking back at the otter, she says, "I....am the right.....rightful Chieftain n....now, b....but I h.....hear that Kolur, wh....who was.....part of Z....Zurrgg's group is....now leader there...../for now/," she adds with all the firmness she can muster.
Chud goes to put a paw on Blisa's shoulder reassuringly. "Then we'll kill him," he says, again, matter-of-factly. "I can get some of the lads from Camp Willow to help, if y'want. I doubt that the Skipper will want to, but I can convince a few at least..."
Lacota frowns. "I'm not opposed to Kolur meeting an appropriately bad end, but do we have to talk about it now?"
Blisa nods to the otter's statement, but, before the squirrel can say anything, she stands and mumbles, "I...I need to....to go, I'm....I'm sorry...." as the Friar says his thing, she steadily walks away, still to shaken up by her father's death to avoid sobbing....and not wanting to cry in front of everybody right this moment. So they can just talk about whatever now. She going to go cry in the Rose Garden.
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