The bodyguards have a slight...reputation. or Ah, yet another attack upon Blisa. How wonderful.
...the vast majority of not-drunk-enough tavern patrons are hiding behind the counter and the fighting pit, not wanting to get in the way of the cat's guards. The bodyguards have a slight...reputation.
Ferravale tavern
Bastien the ferret. Blisa the cat, Ferdinand the ferret, and 10 other guard persons. John the squirrel and some friends. William the otter.
Bastien walks into the tavern and looks around, this is the first time he has been here so he is sort of new to town, he walks over to the main bar area and sits down "Dark ale"
The door to the outside opens, and the already kind of noisy tavern gets way more cacophonous when 10 warriors in the uniform of the guard of Ferravale, with the addition of a white armband, enter and take over all the empty tables near the bar. A petite white cat enters after them, followed closely by another guard, but this ferret is quiet and doesn't draw very much attention to himself. The duo make their way over to where the newcomer is and sit near him, with the guard between him and the kitten. The feline smiles and waves. "Hi. I'm Blisa Wyrmtamer, Chieftain of Ferravale. Welcome to my village!"
At a table near the far back, four beasts sitting. Two of them, a squirrel and an otter, are conversing in quite tones; the other two are enjoying their drinks. John looks other as the cat's group enters, but continues his talk with Broadbeam. "Ah still don' knae why they won' tae help, that vixen seems tae take more likin' tae slayin' then what would bae normal."
Bastien looks at the kitten and starts laughing "A dibbun, in charge of a village is this a joke of some sort?"
Immediately all the guards stop talking and laughing and, as if of one mid, rise and draw their weapons. Blisa's fur bristles. "I would kindly ask you to keep your manners in check. Some of my village members take....offense quickly." Ferdinand, sitting beside her, has not draw his sabre, but he is watching the other ferret closely with his strange golden eyes.
Shaking his head, the otter replies, "I couldn't say, John...They are useful, though- You can't deny that." John nods, "Aye, well..." His eyes dart over to the guards, and, seeing the drawn weapons, he curses under his breath. "Darn fool...Why can' there bae jus' 'un beast here who won' make everyone hate 'im?" the otter laughs, shaking his head.
William wakes up from where he had dozed off at his table, and looks around with bleary eyes.
Bastien stands and looks at Blisa as he smirks, "Oh is that so little kitty, I on the other paw care less and will not be told what to do, is that clear?" He looks at some other beasts and shakes his head "Woodlanders...dislike them and you" He looks at the kitten" Let them in here?"
Blisa slides off her seat and Ferdinand stands beside her, paw on his sabre. "Yes, I do. And I'm sorry that you don't like woodlanders. Maybe you should, oh, I don't know, /leave/ since I have a peace treaty with the rightful owners of Redwall Abbey." She gracefully pulls herself to her full height, irritated that she somehow got to be basically the shortest almost-6-season-old in Mossflower country. "And I'm not small. We all take a certain amount of time to become perfect; I'm just taking less time than most creatures." She says with a saucy flick of the ears and a cocky smile. Most of the 10 guards shout, hoot, and whistle in agreement with their boss.
William watches the others in silence, having no idea who most of them are.
The two woodlanders get up, and, trying to defuse the situation, John says as he walks over, "Ye don' have tae take offence ma'am. Wars are started tha' way." Then, turning to the ferret, he adds, "An' ye'd best take care tae show more respect; seein' as yore out numbered..." During this, the otter, Broadbeam, woke up the rat who had dosed off and got the other beast, another squirrel, sober with a few slaps. "Come on!" He says to them.
Bastien looks at the 1o guards and chuckles"SO what, each his own thoughts right? Why are woodlanders in what clearly seems a vermin tavern anyways?"
Blisa is getting more ticked off by the moment, but she's trying really hard to hide it. Really, really hard. It's just not working out very well. "Y'know, since you're being so rude, I don't think I'll tell you. It's my village; I alone have to right to say who may come and who may go. Speaking of which, I also have a holding cell at my disposal. If you know what I mean." Ferdinand gives her a slight warning look, which she blatantly ignores. The 10 guards are still threatening Bastien, and the vast majority of not-drunk-enough tavern patrons are hiding behind the counter and the fighting pit, not wanting to get in the way of the cat's guards. The bodyguards have a slight...reputation.
Bastien looks at the beasts hiding and arches an eyebrow and chuckles "This is so funny"He smirks at the small cat "Any normal beast could simply." He goes to shove her into a table suddenly!
John curses again. "Really, there's o'er ways then fighting, ye knae!" His tail twitches at being blatantly ignored. Broadbeam comes near soon after, the rat and squirrel tailing him. Rutsnout blinks, trying to get rid of the sleep in his eyes. "What's goin' on?"
At the signs of an impending fight, William wisely and silently dives under his table, fully expecting the worst.
Blisa shrieks and ducks, but not quite enough, and gets knocked a little off balance. The large crowd of bodyguards roar in anger, but they stop their charge as Ferdinand brings his sabre into the fray, drawing it and slicing at the other ferret's face, chest and stomach with expert ease, his golden eyes smoldering. The cat scrambles a little one side and draws her dirk and knife, stabbing at Bastien's feet.
John sighs. /To Hellgates with peace./ John thinks, saying, "Well, now ye've gone an' done it." He then throws a left hook at Bastien's jaw with his gauntleted left paw, drawing his sword with the other.
Bastien jumps backwards as the blade misses face and chest, a slight line of blood shows up on his mid section as he doesn't jump back enough and he yowls in pain as a dagger goes into his footpaw, the squirrel misses, just barely and the ferret goes to kick at him.
Ferdinand follows his opponent, showing no reaction to having missed. He jabs and slices again, aiming for the arms, legs and midsection of his fellow ferret. A bodyguard laughs as Bastien gets within hitting distance, and so tries to brain him with their mace. Blisa scrambles to her feet and dodges footpaws, trying to get on the other side of her new enemy and get at his tail.
Grunting in pain as the hostile ferret's foot connects with his shin, John swings his hand-and-a-half sword in an arch at Bastien's shoulder, wishing not to kill him; only to injure or maim him.
Bastien ducks as he sends a punch towards Ferdinand and goes to move his footpaw quickly but having more than one beast trying to injure you is trouble. He whoas as the sword cuts into his upper arm some and in trying to avoid a more deadly injury he falls against a table and the table, drinks and food , aswell as the ferret all crash to the floor and he is knocked out cold.
The otter, rat, and squirrel rush up, though John silances them with a raised paw. "Fat lot o' good ye lot did." he says, both to the three and to Blisa's guards. Turning to the cat, he asks, "Are ye okay, ma'am?"
William remains cowering under his table.
Ferdinand shouts and stumbles back into the bar as he gets punched in the face. Blisa sits down, trembling, as the hostile ferret falls to the floor, and simply nods silently. The guard with the mace, a huge hulking stoat with very little brains, looks in a very disappointed way at the fallen ferret. "No smash?" A vixen beside him rests a paw on his shoulder and says hurridly, "No, you have amore important job to do; get Miss Blisa back home." The stoat nods and puts his paw through the loop hanging from the mace's handle, then picks up the cat and Ferdinand, who immediately begins arguing very loudly with the stoat that he can walk home on his own. The rest of the guards follow them out the door. Except the vixen, who stays behind and looks steadily at the squirrel. "Ferdinand is a better swordsbeast than any 3 of us combined. We would've jumped in if her had seemed to be about to fail. Good day." and then she, too, is gone out the door
And I had to leave here :( Thanks for reading! :)
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