Your Pay For This-Ferravale log

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FV:Town Hall:Holding Cell

This is a simple strongly made cell for holding a captive. There is a good size bed and enough room to walk back and forth in if one wants to pace a tiny bit. No windows and only one way out and that leads to the chieftain office.

Exits: [Out]

Marek paces in the cell; he has had a lot of time to think on just how to take care of the fool marten, if he had his lock picking tools he would have been out of here already.

Kolur appears by the bars and grins "So..how are we today? Not good I do hope, is the cell uncozy, I do try my best after all this was a cell Scioto used for special captives, guess that makes YOU special huh Marek." He grins "I think this is the longest any one has had control of this village and so easy too, course I would of done more but at the time Zurrgg was in charge, but now" He lays a paw on his chest “I am"

Marek glares hate at the marten "That won’t last, in my option Zurrgg got what he deserved, he murdered my friend and took over parts of Mossflower and threaten the abbey."

Kolur nods "Yes yes..almost all true, and I took over more land from the bridge to that church south of the fool abbey, all mine as well as the village. Oh your gonna love this..." He gets closer and smiles coldly “I was the one who placed in the poison in his drink, Zurrgg just stood there and watched him die..took this sword and cape" He shows off the uniform, "Fits me better don’t ya think? See...I would of cut off his head, a bit of a decoration for the wall, but no it was let’s go straight to Redwall and burn the treaty, as much fun as that was he could of done more, brought more of an army and surprised them even more!"

Marek lets this sink in and then growls as he reaches out to strange him through the bars, if he is close enough that is and he won’t let go if he gets the chance.

Kolur was looking for something like this and is just barely, finger tips brushing, away from Marek as he chuckles. “I seem to have upset, good, but I so wanted to invite you to watch a little fun in the fighting pits..see we use captives to fight some of the strange horde beasts, so far the woodlanders have lost. The first fight of the day is really fun....a mole you know well gets to fight the stoat Crush...I just LOVE hat name..Crush, hee hee"

Marek eyes widen and another growl "You touch Zaram and you die, maybe not right away but soon enough. And no one’s leadership last forever."

Kolur smirks "As Zurrgg proved you don’t have to touch a beast to kill them, there is archers..other beasts to do it...or poison laced ale, that fool cat trusted me..I even played along, got a couple horde beasts to play along as well so I looked good...ever the loyal guard to the chieftain, the fool...I think he learned I was no friend but he was dyeing at the time so it was too late."

Marek narrows his eyes "As I said your fall one day and I want to be there to watch, if not that’s fine. You are not the chieftain of Ferravale, that’s rightfully Blisa's title, she is chieftain of Ferravale you scum, not you."

Kolur chuckles "I am not afraid of some maid, she is nothing and has to have body guards all around her, and a snake that eats...get this...cheese, it’s not even a true snake, I could throw a cheese roll and it would go after it. I have 250 beasts in this village that obey me, I have guards by the gates, I have a couple dozen on the roads looking for slaves, some for the fighting pits and some to work for the village “ A cold smile forms on his lips “And any loyal to her that was here, are dead now...I killed them, placed a little poison in the water and oatmeal..no color or flavor or smell, just like the one that killed Scioto...now 4 former guards dead...when all they had to do was bow down to me and I wouldn’t of been clearing a cell today and they also were still loyal to the overly fat fox guard, what a joke...what will he do..sit on me?"

Marek exclaims, "I hope he DOES sit on you if that’s an option on how to kill you scum!"

Kolur smirks and nods to a couple tall foxes "Tie has paws behind his back and bring him to the fighting pits, it’s time to watch some fun and he can have a front row seat." The foxes nod "Right away chieftain" And go to do as they are told.

Marek makes fists at his side, he kicks out at one of the foxes but they do manage to get his paws behind his back after a brief struggle.

Kolur waits and smirks as they head to the fight pits.

FV:Tavern:Fighting Pit

The Fighting Pit is a circular ring set in the Ferravale Tavern, though off to the side. Metal railings surround the pit to keep the spectators out and the fighters in. The floor of the ring is set a bit lower than the rest of the tavern floor as the floor of the pit is filled with sand to make impacts a bit softer on the fighting beasts. There are little tables ringing the pit, though lacking chairs for a change. These tables sit at about the height of the railing and are much smaller than the tavern tables, and they are often either used for setting drinks down or for setting money for bets on. The floor just outside of the fighting pit is speckled with bits of sand lost from the footpaws of fighters exiting the ring or when certain fights cause sand to fly through the air out of the fighting pit, though that doesn't happen too much. A good distance away from the fighting pit, set against the walls, are tables like the ones found over by the bar in the tavern.

Exits: [Out]

The fighting pits, are crowded today and some watching eat eggs and woodpigeon, drink ale and just look to be enjoying life. In the fighting pit is the stoat Crush fighting a weasel, the weasel ends up giving up and is allowed to crawl out of the fighting pit in shame.

Zaram is led to the fighting pit and shoved in, he frowns as he dusts off his pants “Not nice sir.” He says as polite as he can, but one look at the stoat and he frowns “OH..oh dear this can’t be good”

Soot arrives and finds a seat, placing footpaws up on a table and has an ale already to drink.

Kolur comes in and sits, he singles some guards to place Marek in the chair beside him, but with paws behind his back and chained, sort of like a seatbelt, to the chair, he smirks ”Ready to watch?”

Marek eyes are fully on the fighting pit with a frown, he glares deadly cold hate at Kolur” I hope your death is painful when it comes-very- painful” He then looks very worried at the fight about to start.

Crush looks happy and right away gets a mace and starts to head quickly to the mole.

Zaram thinks quickly, he was able to only keep a few, hidden items since he been in the cell, one being his flute as it didn’t seem like a weapon, but inside he has kept a sort of sleeping herb that’s very rare, and a little dangerous as it leaves one so deep in sleep it slows the heart and breathing to an almost non-detected state and one seems…dead to only the very untrained healers, an average healer could still see him as dead, he gets up and acts like he has tripped face down, quickly places the herb into his mouth but does chew it yet, it can work without it, just slower.

Crush swings the mace and cackles with insane laughter ”Come on mole, ya gonna dig or fight back come on!”

Kolur smiles “This is fun, he is not the fighting type is he?”

Marek glares daggers at the so called chieftain and looks back to the fight upset he can do nothing but watch and unaware of the hidden trick the mole has.

Zaram lets the mace hit his side, not full blow but it leaves a fairly bad cut, he closes his eyes in pain and chews a little on the herb.

Crush goes to grab the mole and throw him against the ground.

Zaram tenses up, the herb starting to take effect and he slips into a deep sort of faint, to any but a very very skilled and trained Master Healer he seems dead.

Kolur stands”What?..Well this was still fun but sadly too quick”

Marek gasps “Zaram!” He tries to stand and fails, he can only look on in a state of concern and depression starts to sink in as well, is his friend....a beast he sees as son..dead?

A healer goes into check the mole, they are a little below average and stands “They dead sir” The mole is turned over and it does appear they are breathing and does look fairly pale, he has lost a little blood from the side wound so it’s possible from that, for now this little trick is working he just needs to get to a master healer of some sort as it could turn from trick to truth before too long.

Crush snorts and cross his arms “I want someone who can last in a fight, woodlanders are weaklings…most are”

Kolur smiles coldly and looks to Marek “Awww…such pain…” He nods to the guard ”Dump it outside of my village” The guard nods “Right away chieftain…” The marten smirks at Marek and points to him “Back to his cell for now, he seen enough today” And Marek is lead back to the cell.

Soot grins, “Pain is fun when others have it”

Marek is led away but his voice has coldness in it” Your pay for this Kolur, your life will end and as I said as painful as possible if it’s by my paw”

Kolur smirks “That so? Maybe I should find others close to you, then gee who is close to Marek, who likes or is a friend to Marek..he’s a loser woodlander wanta be, he has turned good and no one cares, even the abbey still hates you and they are supposed to be so help others…not to you it seems, now I have plans..good day” He goes back to watching the fighting pits as a very scared otter maid is brought before Crush, he grins this will be more fun to watch.