The soft hazel eyes of the Badger Lord scan the faces of all the hares before him, some a bit nervous, some a bit emotional, but all of them stern in their resolve to free Mossflower, and the beloved abbey. The booming brazen bass of Bludstripe rings out in the small wooded copse, "I have gathered you all here for your final briefing before entrance into the camp. First this is you are all amassadors of the Long Patrol, so act accordingly. The second thing is I want you all obeying orders of the supirior offisahs WITHOUT QUESTION. Finally, I want you all to come back with me, so please be careful... Now then, are there any questions?"

The young haremaid Laetitia shakes her head, eyes serious and focused on the Badger Lord. "No, sah," she says quietly.

Kenai sits on her haunches in the grass near Jarril, looking up at the badger lord, "No, sah," she states in a flat voice.

Standing somewhere with the other runners that had come along, Jarril ears twitch as he turns his head towards Bludstripe in talking and listens.  Sometimes the ears turn around slowly to catch other noises but primary on the Badger Lord's voice.  Nodding his head, he notes mentally the orders and shuffles his backpack slightly, glad he took the advice on some veteran runners on packing lightly but also packing stuff that he would need.

Dotty looks up from her spot where she is squatting on the ground, "No, sah." she looks around at some of the other hares...seeing how they are.

One of the commanding officers on this hippy-trippy picnic, Zacharias De'ville, sits by a tree sipping from his canteen. He goes through his personal inventory, in case something's missing.. "Bourbon.. blade.. bandage..brains.. A-yup. " Zacharias sighs deeply and gets on his feet, coughing up some bad mojo, "Hrrm.. Hear hear, act like Longpatrollians that you are and you'll do fine.." He grunts and pulls out his sabre and weights it in his hand, swaying it around lazily.

Although attentive, the young maid Laetitia still fumbles with her dirk, worrying. This is her first battle as a member of the Long Patrol, and she is half afraid she will not prove good enough. Still, she is ready to do her part, whenever and however necessary. She looks around and smiles as she meets Dotty's eyes, the two of them being good friends.

Bludstripe smirks slightly, and casts a lazy eye over to Zacharias, "Thank you Major... That is all Patrollers, you have 20 minutes to get your gear in order, and be ready to move hard and fast." And with that Blud returns to his tree, and begins arranging his gear, his wife doing so silently beside him.

Dotty sees Laetitia's worried look, and catches her eye to smile at her. She pats her paw reassuringly, "S'okay, mate.  We'll be okay..." she looks up as Bludstripe makes the announcement, and then goes to check her gea to make sure that she has everything.

The haremaid Kenai stands, light pack on her back, just like Jarril. With a wink she meets Dotty's eye and turns to gather her bedroll and canteen from her former sitting postion. The fear in her blue eyes, she tries to hide...succeeding for the most part. Turning to Jarril she speaks in a low monotone, "D'you think we should ask if we should scout a'ead...last we did that was yes'erday..."

Jarril nods his head slowly and gets down near to some bush and begins to recheck his gear that he had brought with him, which isn't much when looked at first but at much closer inspection it's just well packed and all.  Turning his head to look at Kenai and smiles as he checks things in his jacket pocket and notes what he has got.  "I wouldn't.  See if they want us ta or not.  If they need us, they need us."  He turns his head back again to making sure that something is not amiss in his stuff.

Laetitia fumbles with her pack, her stomach churning with nervousness. She looks inside, mumbling the contents quietly to herself. "Let's see, water, rations, blankets, an extra dagger, herbs and bandages, bedroll....She looks passively through the other, less necessary items, then sits back, satisfied "I guess that's it." Sighing anxiously, she pulls out a rough cloth and begins polishing her dirk, willing it to shine its best for the upcoming task...one that might become bloody and violent....

Dotty hearing Kenai's comment, though just barely, she stands up and walks over to the pair. She nods, "I agree we should, Kenai...But who wants t'bring it up?

Laetitia hears a bit of the quiet conversation and chimes in. "I could...."

As if knowing what they wanted, Blud roars out, "Runners scout ahead, and report back."

Kenai turns to answer her, not expecting Dotty to answer. "Oh..." she thinks. "Jarril, would you like t'do it or would you prefer I do?" looking back to Laetitia she smiles, "Oh good, a volunteer," however after hearing Blud, she perks into wakefulness in a tick. "Jarril?" she tenses her legs, ready to shoot off, "You ready matey?"

Giving one of those looks to Kenai and with a head tilt he gathers up his stuff quickly.  "Could've given me some bally well time ta check this stuff out."  Moving his small backpack over his back again and on hearing Kenai speak he smiles.  "Best ta go in pairs.  Keep an eye on each other.  Don't want any nasty surprises, eh wot."  He gets up and looks at Kenai before moving off ahead, carefully but with ease, hoping that the other runner is right beside him.

Swift footpaws pound the earth as Kenai runs with ease beside Jarril. "Let's split up a bit..." she smiles and winks, "Scout a bit of a wider place, but still keep sight o' each other," she shoutd to him as they draw away from the rest spot and she moves gradually away from him, glancing through nooks, and squinting through trees as speeds along.

Jarril looks at Kenai and shakes his head as he hears her shout, keeping her in sight he shakes his head.  "That's it.  Jolly well go and advertise our position."  Muttering slightly, just as he hops over a branch and lands silently.  Weaving about and keeping to the shadows and undergrowth.  He makes good progress and dissappears from the rest of the Longpatrol group still checking their equipment.

Years of experience in the field, smaller or larger conflicts, have taught Zacharias that the best way to face an up-coming battle is to swig some bourbon.. or go totally frenzy. Adrenaline and alcohol have been the two reason that always make this ol' grunt keep on fighting.. He takes yet another swig from his canteen, brushes back his headfur and looks after the two scouts moving through the woods, "Let's get going then... "

Silently cursing herself she decides not to speak unless she is standing right next to her companion. Jumping branches and ducking overhanging limbs, she finds small, /old/ tracks...indentifying them as gousim she moves along quickly, closing a loop, both her and Jarril quite far from the camp now...

Kenai quickly makes her way back to the camp, huffing loudly. Stepping in front of Bludstripe, Jarril next to her, "Everythin' clear, sah!" she salutes, breathing hard.

Camp Nueva
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  | Welcome    |     At first glance, this area appears to be just another
  |    To      <  part of the woods, but as you look around more you find
  |  CAMP      |  that houses, dens, and burrows are all around.
  >    NUEVA   |     By the path as you enter, you see a worn sign that
  |____________|  reads, "Welcome to CAMP NUEVA".  Straight ahead, past
        ||        the homes, you see another path which leads deeper into
        ||        the woods.
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Exits: [P]ath into [W]oods, [P]ath to [G]old's [H]ome, [H]olxm's [H]ome, [K]liff's [H]ome, [B]owtip's [H]ouse, [N]ess's [H]ouse, [B]ack to [R]oad

Vincent turns to the hares "would you be interested in knowing that a hare named ttar has been captured.  he looks like hes a member of the patrol

Foxgold rushes in, glaring about for a sign of the Long Patrol. He looks about, a little out of place, this fox  would be, amidst the LP.

Rawnblade slowly walks in from a hard days work of hauling food, and stands a distance from the LP and everyone. He looks about at the hares, and admires their looks of courage. His eyes come to rest on Lord Bludstripe.

Kenai stands with Jarril, and the rest of the hares, all behind Lord Bludstripe. Watching all of them curiously, having not seen this many different species before she smiles wryly, feeling a bit uncomfortable...

Ravenfur walks to Vincent. "You won't get help right now. Everyone's too excited."

Jarril slowly nudges his head towards Kenai and smiles before whispering.  "Don't worry.  They don't bite.  But heard that these here do wonderful vittles though."  His smiles broadens a lot more on that thought and goes back to his current standing position.

Odintu is sitting on a rock, after asking Nivik about something , he just sits on a rock wondering what he could do to pass the time.

Ripgor walks along with the group marching proudly along with the longpatrolers...though he is hungry. He looks around for any sign of the place they are going to rest, he doesn't really know what it is, he feels bad for staying up last night training.

At the head of the a group of hares stands two badgers, the Lord Bludstripe, and the Lady Stormstripe. A broad smile comes over Bluds features, as he looks over the bussling camp. Upon his shoulder he shifts his massive pack, in which his armor is stored. His booming voice comes forth, "The Long Patrol has arrived in Mossflower!"

Kenai grins whispering to Jarril, "I would 'ope so..." she laughs, "They look like they could eat a flippin' pot full o' grub, wot..." she eyes all the beasts, young and old who seem to be VERY glad they're here.

The young haremaid Laetitia fumbles with her packstraps, looking around at the camp in awe. At Bludstripe's words, she feels an immense sense of pride at being in the Long Patrol.

Odintu looks up from his gaze on the floor and spots the long patrol arriving at the camp. He mutters to himself, "So I wasn't seeing things." He stands up and just stares out at the Badger Lord Bludstripe and the Long Patrol behind him.

Foxgold watches the Long Patrol enter, a smile seems to come to his face. It's back. "He seems to be lost in the crowd of Redwallers, jsut staring at the mighty force of hares, eyes widening at the Lord and Lady.

Nivik blinks, and picks up his bow, eyeing the badgers warily, "Well...alright. I guess ye c'n enter with yer weapons then...go on through. An' don't trample things too much, or you'll blow our cover. Sniper Captain Nivik Liriak o' the Kirin Tor, atcher service."

With the right ear twitching and turning about to catch Lord Bludstripe's voice he gives a sideways glance to Kenai and chuckles softly.  "Give it about a day and the cooks will want us gone.  They know all about us hares, doncha know.  But ya do fine."  He returns his attention again in case any orders are given out.

Ravenfur looks grimly at Vincent. "We'll be lucky to get a word in with this bunch."

Vincent looks over "well how did yew manage to git away?" he asks ttar

Vialthane strides into the clearing, his shield slung from his back. He glances around, and sees the LongPatrol. Carefully, he keeps his hands away from his weapons. He stares at Bludstripe, automatically assuming him to be the leader.

Ravenfur turns away. "I have no time for this talking."

Slouching slightly, the young otter starts at the sight of the Long Patrol. "Goodness, when I came to help out...I was not expecting the whole of Salamandastron to show up!

Kenai gives Jarril a playful punch, "Aye, I heard 'bout that from me mum..." she grins, "The cook in that kitchen at the jolly ol' mountain is 'nough t'deal with in the firs' place..."

Vialthane steps forward, uncertainly, and smiles. He walks over to the crowd, and attempts to blend in.

Jarril gives a sly grin to Kenai and replies back.  "Oh I don't know.  I got the cooks sorted out back at home.  Think they're jolly well glad I went away ta be honest."

Foxgold moves a little closer to the the hares, still not moving to the front of the crowd. It would be dangerous. After all, he's a fox.

A massive paw, belonging to Bludstripe, is held up in the air, calling for the silence of the Patrol. Soft hazel eyes fall upon Nivik and a smile spreads across his muzzle. With fluid grace he withdraws the massive blade from his back and salutes Nivik. "Thank you Captain Nivik, we hope our aid is enough to end this tyrany. The Long Patrol pledges its steel and lives to freeing Mossflower and all who inhabit it.

Kenai smiles, scanning the crowd of woodlanders who have gathered to greet them. Though she is in a friendly place, Kenai keeps her paw on her rapier...still not sure about being surrounded like this. Wishing she had Spirtz with her she sighs, turnign and digging in her pack for an apple...

Ttar notices all the beasts astanding around, he notices Nivik, the guard from yesterday, and many of his fellow LongPatrol members... "'Allo everyone, I see the forces have arrived guard... Bludstripe, could you please tell this squirrel I am with the Long Patrol?" he asks his Badger Lord respectively, "He does not believe it..."

Kenai listens carefully to the badger lord as his voice booms over the silent patrol and gathered beasts. She smiles and can't help herself, a loud "AYE!" escapes her muzzle in a loud yell.

Tears brim in Laetitia's eyes. She has never imagined that so many beasts could be happy to see her. Still, butterflies fill her stomach. She is nervous, but not as nervous, understanding more than ever the honor of being in the Long Patrol.

Foxgold breathes heavily, still watching the hares in awed silence. "All there missing's youngsters!" He finally manages to say.

Spritz watches from a little further in, chuckling a little as he gives a glance at the patrol and shakes his head, slipping away into the crowd like liquid.  "What took you so long?" he asks from behind Kenai, giving a uncontrolable chuckle.

Salabim arrives from the woods, not any particular path, and stays near the back of the crowd assembled.  He leans against a tree, only watching his friend Bludstripe in action.  His face has a smile, a slight one, at that.

Odintu stops staring at the large army and smiles. He again mutters to himself, "I guess were going to start the attack sooner then I thought. dang, why did I have to go and get my paw injured."

Nivik blinks, and shrugs, "Err...well..whatever, I guess. Wish I were as honorable as you." he chuckles, "Go on in then."

Ripgor stays quiet, not having any reason to speak, and he feels overwhelmed, not thinking that this many beasts would be here waiting for them, he smiles brightly and waits for Bludstripe's lead.

Vialthane walks towards the front of the crowd, attempting to get through without pushing anyone. When he is near the front, he stops for a moment.

Ariauna asks, "wheres your friend?"

Tailblaze keeps quiet and deep in the crowd

Casually following with the rest of the group of Longpatrollians Zacharias eyes through the groups of woodlanders and alike.. "Some guerilla force we have here, yessir.. " He looks for some friendly conversation he could take part in, just to ease up a little. Zach walks to the hare, Jarril and mumbles, "I'm sure we'll get plenty of time to stuff our faces *after* the battle, mmm?"

Riatsila says, "Not sure, fairly large crowd 'ere.  ya know!"

Rawnblade walks up slowly to the Badgerlord, and stops. He stares solemnly at him for a moment, and as his custom is, he knelt down on his knee and drew his greatsword. He laid it with hilt towards Bludstripe on his knee, and then said, "Rawnblade Stonepaw Brocktree, at your service. I have trekked from the Nortlands for three weeks to come to see your face, and to help the cause of Nueva."

Tailblaze " this badger lord is surely impresive! I honor him with everything I know" Tailblaze keeps his cloak over his head

Jarril keeps silent after he hear's Bludstripe give the order and he shakes his head again to Kenai replying back out loud next to him.  His eyes keep looking about him, taking in the scene as he shifts about and refixes his backpack on his shoulders, making it give off a slight sound but not much to get over the sound of everyone else.

Kenai wishes she could turn around and throws her paws around Spritz's neck, but she's at a loose attention and doesn't want to disobey prders on her first trip..."'Ello Spritz!" she says, trying to keep herself composed.

Vincent looks at riatsilan "hey hes one of the vermin that were at redwall

Ultzgar is over on the side of the entrance of the camp, trying not to be in the way, he tries to make his way to the front so he can find out why there is the large crowd and then he spots the mighty badger lord Bludstripe. He hasps.

Riatsila raises his paws  "No worry, they didn' lemme in anyway, I'm actually a mercenary by trade, willing ta work for th' highest bidder, no pay from them.

Ariauna asks, "hey deres the nice otter but whys he callin you names?"

Strolling in, her eyes on the ground is the golden vix Adianna.  Her light fur reflecting the sun, making her blinding, she is smiling... softly, of course.  Seeing the large crowd, she instictivly steers away, muttering a soft "Hello..." in her musical voice before sitting by a tree.

Jarril looks at Zach and smiles.  "I am sure we bally well will sah!"  Speaking softly but remaining in his place, still glad that he has been picked for this mission and wanting to make a good impression and all to his superiors.

Riatsila says, "DOn't worry, I think I was jus' in th' wrong place at da wrong time"

Odintu follows Rawnblades example and also kneels in front of Bludstripe, "And I am Odintu Fleigheight. At your service."

Tailblaze feels like he has been detected and goes back undercover into the crowd

Vialthane steps into the front of the crowd, and waves, quite timidly for a large beast. He looks worried. He opens his mouth, and then closes it. He stands for a while looking worried and out of place among woodlanders.

Ariauna nods. then looks around and seeing two other beasts doing it she walks forward and kneels in front of bludstripe

Magelan says softly "Sir, it was a long run, but i made it *pant* anything you need?"

Hesitating for a moment, the otter decides that he will also pledge his allegiance. He joins those kneeling at the Badger Lord's feet, muttering softly, "Dena, at your service.

Vialthane steps forward. Suddenly determined, he steps forward, and kneels before Bludstripe. "I am Vialthane Mantvyn. I am at your command."

Magelan notices whats going on.

Spritz smiles taking a stride next to Kenai as he looks around the crowed area for a moment.  "Hey, Kenai," he returns the greeting, glancing at the Badger Lord for a moment and then glancing at Kenai's belt pouch.

Rawnblade bows his head lower. "As a fellow badger to one of higher respect, I duly lay down my sword for your honor and fight. So it is with the code of Salamandonstron, I hereby fight for peace, and to follow your lead. "

Ripgor watches all the activity around him, it seems almost too much for him, he has never seem this many beasts at one time!

"Please... One and all stand, I am here as a warrior first and foremost..." Blud says in a calm bass voice, waving a paw before him. He chuckles slightly, "Everybeast please... Stand, I am no better than any of you... My friends one and all, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now then... Lets enter the camp and begin planning the demise of the vermin scourge in Mossflower! Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" And the cry comes forth, the howl of the Long Patrol and their Badger Lords.

Brown headfur pooling down her back, Gaia enters.  Her green eyes shining, she sits under a tree, her head held high, she is aware of her unique beauty.  Smiling she says, "Hello... everybeast."

Foxgold rushes forward to Lord Bludstripe, drawing his sword and placing it on the ground before him. "Aschar Dunamia Foxgold Sabeck, at your service."

Nivik nods, "Yes. Let's kill the vermin, so I can get out of this cesspit and go home."

Kenai takes up the cry, drawing her rapier and holding the shimmering blade high in the noontide air..."Euliliaaaaa!!!!"

Rawnblade stands up and raises his sword. "Eulaliaaa!"

Magelan stands and eulalia's *loudly*

Hesitantly, not wanting to be so disrespectful, Dena rises.

Dotty holds her dirk to the sky, "Eulaliaaaaaaaaaa!

Odintu arises from his knelling position, "Yes, of course, right this way, Lord." He tries to be a guide and shows Bludstripe to the training grounds of the Camp

Aigan skitters into the area, and immediately skitters up a tree, into his roost, drawing his lance from the hatch.  He then yells out loud, "WILL YOU ALL STOP THAT INFERNAL SHOUTING!", making his presence known, and rather irritably at that.

Vialthane stands up, glancing at Foxgold curiously. Almost like a question, he says, "Eulalia."

Zacharias coughs.. "Eulalia. Now, let's move out, shall we?" He pokes the hares infront of him.

Nivik sits in his tree and shouts, "DO YOU WANT TO GIVE AWAY OUR POSITION!? SHUT -UP-!"

Laughing with exhileration, Laetitia draws her dirk and raises it high, following Dotty's example. EUULALIA!

Dotty grabs her arms, "Zac..please!

Slightly Confused, Gaia stands, a bit out of place, she hums softly to herself, muttering under her breath she says, "Umm... yeahh."...

Magelan jumps with sling and hand, slinging one at aigans head and missed by a fraction of a millimeter.

Foxgold rises, taking his sword and putting it away. He smirks at Vialthane, then nods. "Eulalia."

Odintu looks up at Aigan, "I understand your concern but do you think that they already know our position?"

Nivik shakes his head, "I swear, you're all going to get us KILLED."

Salabim chuckles a bit.  "I'm fairly sure they know exactly where we are, and there are several spies among us."  He doesn't expect to be heard, but says it anyways.

Cassite lets a grimace curl over his features from where he sits in the trees. "Hrmph. They've known our psoition for weeks."

Rawnblade sheaths his sword, and rises fully. He looks about with intent, and vigor. "Position? What is this position you speak of?"

Nivik shrugs, "Never mind. I have half a mind to just pack up and go home. The Tor's no longer needed here, obviously."

Aigan smirks.  "Obviously.  Now that these shouting stupid hares are here we can go home.."

Spritz smiles a little, looking around the area with all the people shouting eulalia and shaking his head lightly as he watches Kenai for a moment.

Vialthane sheathes his sword, and glances sadly at Salabim. Whether or not she ment him, he is hurt. He looks about uncertainly.

Laetitia glares at the guard as she sheathes her dirk. "I say old thing! We hares are most certainly not stupid!"

Nivik nods to Aigan, "We'll pull Limpen out tonight, an' his squirrelfriend. You get yers, an I'll get Isca packed. We'll be outta here within the week."

Magelan is suprised that his clan-mate is hurt... and never even heard of it.

Salabim doesn't notice Vialthane, and decidedes to make his way towards Bludstripe.  He weaves through the crowd, and comes up to the badgerlord, though instead of bowing, he just nods. "Ello there, Blud.  Nice lookin' group ya got there..."  He comments, grinning a bit.

"Hmmph. I didn't think the Tor were the type to rear the head when danger calls and then when it knocks show only their tails." Cassite mutters, polishing the nicks out of his sword, obviously in sour spirits at the news of the Tor backing out.

Aigan smirks.  He can't hear Laetita through all the chatter in the area.  "Well, lets go then!" He picks up the lance, shoulders the bow, stuffs the lance in the hold on the back of his cvoat, and picks up the bundle of eleven arrows, and skitters down the tree.

Gaia is still confused, walking back to her happy tree, she starts to sing softly, her voice rather pretty... though slightly sleepy.

By getting annoyed by all the shouting, Jasil stands up and yells, "QUITE! Now I don't no whats happening here, but I can guess that the Long Patrol is here. But please if you are trying to make a plan or army just please be more quite or all of Mossflower will no what you are trying to do."

Magelan notes that redwall is a bout a days march away and probably cant hear us...

Foxgold watches Aigan for a moment, a baffled look on his face. He shakes his head. Still confused. He watches Long Patrol, waiting for them to move in.

Rawnblade says quietly to Bludstipe not wanting anyone else to hear, "Of mine own labors I bring thee fruit and toil from the Northlands; I have broughteth nuts, dried fruit, and grain for The Cause, for beasts weary of travel, and for the Nuevans and Redwallers who need it."

Nivik eyes Cassite, "I didn' wanna be here in the first place. The Tor can't afford to loose beasts in a fight of this porportion. That, and I'd like to live with my mate longer than the season we've been together. So, shove it." and he slips down from his tree.

Laetitia looks at Magelan. "Well, maybe Redwall can't hear us, but there are certainly a lot of vermin chaps out scouting who can  "

Magelan hands rawnblade a large pouch, "This is some dried bread soaked with nutritional herbs. Please also give this to bludstripe"

Camp Nueva (Hidden Path)
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This the the entrace path of the training groups of Camp Nueva.
The trees are thinned here in the beginning of the path and there
is a brown and black stone path here beneath your footpaws.. Tall
trees and short trees are all around you like plant walls black
the sunlight, and a large treetop canopy looms over the path over
your head for protection from the sun during hot seasons. A few
cabins can be seen in the distance barely due to their brown and
green coloration. The path also seems very well hidden and away
from the rest of the camp, completely out of sight.
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                           -Exits-
                    (T)raining (G)rounds
                      (E)ntrance (A)rea
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Contents:
Pitchfork
IMPORTANT SIGN-PLEASE READ BEFORE ENTERING THE CAMP
Map of the Camp

As if suddenly remembering something, Dena scurries back the way he came.

Odintu shows Bludstripe the way into the Training grounds.

Camp Nueva (Training Grounds)
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You walk into a huge area surrounded by building and paths all
around it. A small shack stands near the path towards the forge
which is locked upand contains mostly weapons and such things.
Near the bonfire area, a few targets are set up along side each
other. Stands for the arrows are a few feet back where the arrows
will be shot from. There are no arrows in those stands. Most of
the are either locked up or carried by the beasts of the camp.
The area is covered in sand all around. Yet again making it soft
on the footpaws. There are lit torches all around the area. Trees
are scattered about as well but on the other side of the grounds
and in between the buildings. One of the trees on the opposite
side is a treefort to be used by the dibbuns. Paths wind in
different directions away from the training grounds.
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     -Cabins-             -Paths-               -Exits-
     (I)nfirmary          (P)ond                (T)reefort
     (K)itchen            (C)abin               (B)onfire (A)rea
     (Fo)rge              (H)idden              (Ta)vern
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Contents:
Cart
Archery Targets
Signboard - Guard Employment
IMPORTANT SIGN FOR BEASTS CURRENTLY AT CAMP NUEVA

Odintu smiles at Bludstripe, "And here we are in the middle of Camp Nueva."

Rawnblade points to a large cart. "If ye be needing yon produce, please help thyself to it."

Magelan thinks about something.. then starts to cry in a corner

Foxgold follows the Long Patrol, staring about the camp for a few moments.. Then Eyes coming back infront.

Magelan quickly stops.

"Everyone please, settle into camp, hares ask the offisahs here where you are needed, I need to speak with the commanders right now." Bluds voice rings out in the camps center, trying to calm the hussle and bussle. A nod is given to Rawnblade, "Thank you friend."

Jarril pads along and looks about the camp and smiles to himself before speaking softly.  "Well, it's not like the good old mountain of ours but I dare say we be comfortable, eh wot."  Looking around to the hares nearby him.

Magelan hopes this place is loaded with one handed weapons.

Salabim follows Bludstripe.  "You aren't really going to have all these beasts involved in the discussion are you?"  He winks at the busy badgerlord.  His eyes fall upon Rawnblade.  "Where up north? I own a fair bit up there.  Maybe its near my old place."  He grins a bit.

Dotty nods to Jarril, giving a little smile. "Hardly...jus' loaded with beasts, wot?" she grins, and gives a little shrug.

Odintu nervously walks up to Bludstripe, "May....may I accompany you lord bludstripe?"

Nivik slips up, and nods, "'Ead o' the Tor operation. I suppose yew'll wanna talk me ears of. Arrigh' then."

Rawnblade taps his walking stick on the ground, and nods back, not saying anything to try and not stir up the excited longpatrol. He looks towards Salabim and says, "Up North? There is a lake that giveth birth to Broadstreanm, near a great fortress carved out of stone. I found it uninhabited many, many moons ago."

Walking calmly around the camp, Kenai half looks for Spritz and the other half begins to alm the gathered crowd. "Hush, jus' 'ave a seat there, tha's a good otter..." she smiles, "Oy, don' touch those supplies, little un'..." she shakes her head and gives up, walking off to find a quiet place.

Laetitia makes her way over to Dotty. She looks around a bit, nervous from all the chatter and strange beasts.

Jasil walks over to The Mighty Badger lord.

Dotty look sup at Laetitia, "Ello, there...ya doin ' alright?

Magelan hides in the shadows while following rawnblade....

Vialthane grins uncertainly, and looks about for someone to talk to.

Laetitia nods tentatively. "Yeah, I'm just...a little nervous...first sight of action, y'know. "

Following the treeline, Cassite comes to a rest in the trees nearby the main flock of beasts. Snorting quietly at Nivik's words. Crossing his arms, he leans his back to the tree and props his feet up, only scarcely biting back angry words towards the squirrel.

Dotty smiles, "Don' worry. We probably won' see action for a bit now...but when we do; Jarril an' I will be fightin' right beside ya, won't we, Jar?" she asks, patting Jarril on the back.

Salabim raises his eyebrows. "Carved out of stone, eh?  Big ole place?  With a miner mural in the Feasting Hall?  If thats the place, then yer squattin' on my land."

Rawnblade nods his head. "Aye. I art squatting on thy land? Why dost it be barren like the sea?"

Kenai joins Dotty and Jarril, taking a seat and shaking her head. "I hope all these beasts dun think they're comin' t'battle with us...I see to many young 'uns" she takes her canteen out and takes a long draught...wiping her muzzle with a paw.

Jasil says, "Sir it's a pleasure ta meet you. I am Jasil Jumpaw, it is my deepest desire to join your mountain and the Long Patrol. May I ask if it's alright for m' to follow you and the Long Patrol tonight? And it would be alright for me to join the Long Patrol tomarro at Dawn? I'll do anything sire. Wot! Wot!"

Nivik stands up and clears his throat loudly, "All non-officers an' non-combatants are to report te the bonfire area fer a party! Officers an' leaders need te stay 'ere an' chat, bu' we'll be along shortly. Off with ye, then!"

Nivik stands up and clears his throat loudly, "All non-officers an' non-combatants are to report te the bonfire area fer a party! Officers an' leaders need te stay 'ere an' chat, bu' we'll be along shortly. Off with ye, then!" (repose for Tide)

Magelan wonders what she would be considers.... non-combatant or officer or leader

Odintu looks at nivik. "I'm a combatant, but I got a wounded paw, would that count for me?"

Magelan *is a warrior*

Spritz chuckles a bit and pops up next to Kenai, carrying Tide on his shoulders.  "Hey, look who I found!" he jokes as he pokes at the little sea otter's belly playfully.

Rawnblade looks to Magelan. "Thart twould be us. Let us go to the Bonfire area."

Magelan *listenst to nivik... happy about the party*

Rawnblade nods to Bludstripe, and leaves.

Bludstripe sighs, and shouts out, "Only Offisahs are needed at this time, all whom are not offisahs please kindly exit to the bonfire area for a feast."

You are now traveling with Artigo.

Odintu eyes odintu, "I am still a warrior anyway, I believe that I should have the previlige to join this meeting."

Tide giggles and climbs onto Spritz's head, amused by the ears of the hare.  "Heyyo!" he laughs and waves to Kenai.

Odintu then hears Bludstripe and understands, he leaves for the bonfire
 

Camp Nueva (The Pond Area)
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This is the pond, a small pond but still large enough for
swimming and even fishing as well. Some sand has been placed
around the pond so there are places to sit and enjoy the day and
to relax. A couple large trees are nearby and a couple others
open up to go back to the path heading back to the training
grounds. The sounds of chating,dibbuns playing, and birds singing
fill your ears. Sometimes the smells of good food from the
kitchen cabin reach here when there is a good breeze.
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                          -Exits-
                       (P)ond (P)ath
                     (I)nto the (P)ond
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Salabim watches Rawnblade for a moment, though he listens to Bludstripe.  "We'll discuss taxes and dues later.  Right now isn't the place, mate.  Salabim's the name though.  Yours?"

Rawnblade follows slowly with the others, partially feeling out of place, even though he is a leader. "Rawnblade Brocktree, is my name. WE shall discuss later."

Rawnblade strokes his muzzle and remains silent for this to begin. He leans upon his staff and waits.

Jarril moves about slowly and looks about before finding a good spot to sit down and he does so.  Slipping the light backpack from his shoulders and moving them up and down and around.  His ears twitch and turn about, catching the sounds of other parts of the camp and he chuckles to himself.  "Sure know how ta make a hare feel right at home with that welcome party.  Wonder how they celebrate winning battles."  Speaking in a low voice and not to anyone in particular.

Salabim spies Earblade, and grins a bit.  "You said you were goin' on a quick vacation, and you've been gone all summer." He sits down next to the older hare.

Bludstripe slumps down on a rock, and tosses his pack onto the ground. It lands with an echoing thud. "Now then... We should get right to business... Whats our strength, how many do they number, and whats the general outlook and morale of everybeast."

Laetitia walks over to Jarril and shyly seats herself next ot him. She, with her sharp ears, heard the whole thing, and heartily agrees. "It was an awfully big fuss, wasn't it? But I suppose they were just being friendly."

Dotty nods to Jarril, hearing him as well...man-he needs to lower his voice when he talks to himself- and sits down on the other sde oh im, "Lotsa beasts, aye?

Earblade stops halfway through taking a gulp from his well-polished hip flask as he hears the voice of Salabim. This pause results in a burning of his throat but he comes out laughing, "Salabim friend, was meaning to write a letter to tell you of my staying in the mountain for a while. Don't worry, I'll be back, just forgot how nice it was to be in the patrol. So how's life treating you then?"

Taking a seat about 2 paces from Jarril, the Long Patrol Major Artigo heaves a heavy sigh of relief. "My.. Now that the crowd's gone.. we might be able to have a decent convahsation!" He chuckles a little, then leans forward, intent on hearing the response to Bludstripe's question. It could be useful, him being a major and whatnot.

Salabim looks over to Blud.  "Well I'd guess there's several score of able bodied beasts around here, an' how many'd you bring, mate? As for the vermin, I'm not sure.  There's been rumors of a few vermin bands that've started up.  I've heard of a bunch around the Gull, somebeast named Lor, and one called Malice in the abbey.  As fer numbers, I've no idea."

Jarril blinks and nods as he lets the officers deal with the situation and speaks softly.  "Well, it's better than being splattered with rotten fruit or that."  His ears listening to the other conversation and wondering just what or how he be used in the next coming days or so.

Dotty nods, laughing a little, "You're right..." she lowers her voice now, so that only Jarril and Laetitia can hear, "I've been talkin' to a mate o' mine from Mossflower...I've heard of that Malice beast. Right ol' nasty bugger is he!

Dotty quietly, she addds, "Ee's got slaves in there! Right in the abbey@

Bludstripe nods sagely, and taps his paws on his knees for a few moments in thought. "Right, then we need to prepare ourselves... I reckon that our combined forces should be more than able to clean the abbey and the gull. Now then, my patroller, you're on r and r for the night. Go about your business."

Laetitia nods sadly. "Aye. I talked to some poor mousewife somewheres, can't remember exactly where. Said her youngun was kidnapped by that slavemaster Lor. She was burstin' into tears, crying over how she couldn't do nothing.

Nivik shakes the water off himself and ughs, looking damp, "'Bout time I found ye."

Rawnblade strokes his muzzle. He sits down heavily on the ground, and lays his staff on the floor. An ear perks up as he listens intently to the conversation. "I haveth a few worthy beasts thart ye could put to use."

Dotty nods, "Aye...downrigh' orible, it, 'tis.

Jarril frowns and speaks back quietly.  "Well, they all deserve everything they bally well give out.  Just wait until we give them blood'n'vinegar.  They regret it, wot."  He looks about and goes back to listening to what is being said elsewhere.  May be useful to him, you never know these things until you need that information.

Nivik sits himself down and mehs, gingerily wringing out his injured tail.

Dotty laughs, "Wouldn't it be a bally hoot if we really tied em' up an' poured salt and vinegar in their wounds?

Salabim thinks for a moment.  "Who all is there that we've got ta deal with?  Malice in the Abbey?  A few scattered ones at the Gull, and where's Lor?  And are there others?"

Jarril replies quietly to Dotty with a wink.  "Hmm.  Vermin soup with seasonings of salt 'n' vinegar.  With some nice big bread rolls as well ta go with it.  But what ta use as a drink so it can be washed down?"

Amby says, "Ah. Seems I've found somebeasts.""

Dotty smiles wickedly, trying not to laugh, "We'll drink.........their blood!

Nivik blinks, "Drink their blood? Ugh. You beasts are sick..."

Salabim is quiet, waiting for one of the Long Patrol officers to call their beasts to order.  He looks about at the few gathered, grinning ab it."

Jarril does laugh now and stifles it with his paw or tries to and splutters about around it on his partially successful attempt.

Amby paddles up onto the shore, and he looks winded. "I seem to have fallen behind at some point..." He notices there are officer's present, and he throws a smart salute.

Earblade steps up and moves nearer to Blud, he grins and seats himself quietly. Unscrewing his hipflask he takes a swig, to find there's none left. He looks disheartened for a moment before revealing his backup flask which he then proceeds to use to fill up the first. He grins at the beasts giving him strange looks then gets back to conversing with Blud, Salsa and others

Salabim chuckles a bit, at the antics, and looks toward Earblade and Blud.  "Well, don't you two plan on takin' back the abbey, or would ya rather sit around, and enjoy the scenery?"  The otter grins, and nudges Ear in the ribs.  "Where've ya been?"

Bludstripe rubs small circles into his muzzle, trying to relax... He sighs gently, and resides himself to a long headache, and more than likely a sleepless night. He unsheathes his sword, and begins polishing it in silence.

Rawnblade takes out his greatsword, and checks the edges of it. He notices a few dull edges, and takes out a whetstone and sharpens it in silence, creating a silent grating noise of stone against metal.

Moving his backpack from behind him, Jarril places it onto the ground and looks about, taking out the small flask that he had managed to refill on the way during one of his scouting ahead and opens it up.  Taking a few sips, his ears scan about as they swivel on his head slightly, enjoying the cool clear liquid quenching his parched throat.  Capping the flask again he licks the inside of his mouth, making the whiskers twitch and waits unless someone higher up than him calls him and just rests for now, flask in paw.

Earblade sits back, eyes following the curves of one of the more curvacious fighter haremaids, he smiles to himself then looks up, "Scenery? Eh? wot? Oh right, taking the abbey. S'pose we'd better get around to it, but isn't the night still young?" He grins at Salsa, "Well Mountain life is very pleasant when you're retired, lots of lovely lasses and Neville's bar is the best around. Don't worry, will be coming back sometime soon"

Bludstripe smirks, "I hope you don't take my best offisah back from me Salabim... I'd miss him somethin' terrible if he left the mountain." He winks quietly to Earblade, and then looks to Salabim, "The abbey is not going anywhere, but those vermin will be... I'm confident that our forces are sufficient enough to take the hallowed halls of the Abbey back once more.

As a metalsmith, Rawnblade checks the tone of the metal by tapping at the blade. His attention was diverted from the silence when Bludstripe spoke, but he continued to check his blade as he listened.

Amby remains at attention for a few moments, but when none of the officers say anything, he feels rather silly and sits on the ground and begins inspecting his mace.

Jasil swims from shore into the great Island and asks everyone, "Well hello Mates and Maids, I could here you from the Camp. What's all the sound? Oh ya, by the way, I'm Jasil Jumpaw for those who are wonderin' who I am. Wot!

Nivik sighs, and shakes himself again, then nods, "Well, here's why I'm here. I'm withdrawing the Tor from Nueva."

Jarril watches Amby and waves to him with a free paw, while the other one continues to hold his water flask, that sways side to side slightly.  With a right ear, he flicks it in a way for Amby to come over if Amby wants to.

Jasil asks, "And please What is all your names friends?"

Laetitia exclaims, "I'm Laetitia, wot!"

"There's not much left of the halls, Blud. But anywhoo, I've got a few of the company from Fraterin.  Just a pawful though.  Numbers are dwindlin'... And Tussocks not far off if ya wanted ta call on the Silver Star.  I could muster a few beasts from there.  My division should be 'round there."

Saldura swims in to the grotto, getting out and shaking his fur he stands behind Rawnby.

Rawnblade sipped at his tea, and set it down in the sand (?). He tapped the blade again with his claw, continueing up the blade to check for cracks. "I art Rawnblade Brocktree from the Nortlands. Pleased to be alongside of you Jasil."

Blinking, Artigo leans ever further forward, his brows lifted in surprise. He listens intently, not saying anything. It's not his place, really... His eyes flicker to the newcomer.. Jasil, as he pronounces himself, but they almost immediately turn back to Nivik and his companions.

Jasil bows before Rawnblade, and everyone else as he asks, "May I please be seated?

Amby somersaults over to where Jarril is sitting. He then looks back to Jasil. "Oh, and m'name's Ambrigor Winterfur Longfoot, but y'can call me Amby if you jolly well like."

Jasil exclaims, "Pleasent ta meet ya Amby, Wot Wot!"

Amby asks, "I'm bally sure of it, wot?"

Saldura nods, bowing to all present, "Saldura Holbock, warrior and traveler, and Capitan in the Beasts of the New Order of Redwall.  I'm with Rawnblade there..."

Zacharias says, "wot, wot."

Nivik mrfs, and eyes the group, "Well, seems ye arn' that worried abou' it then. Great. Now that the Patrol's here, the Kirin Tor can pull out. We'll make arrangements posthaste."

Rawnblade looks up to Saldura, and motions for him to come over to him. "Saldura, how art thee doing?"

Jasil looks at the great Badger Lord and says, "On me mother's grave is this the Great Badger Lord of Salamadastron?"

Jarril looks at Amby and smiles.  "Wondered where ya got ta?  Not seen much of ya since I been scouting ahead a few times, running back and forth."  While waiting for the answer, he slowly opens his backpack up again and slips the flask inside one of the side pockets, smiling.  "But we're finally here nonetheless.  Just have ta wait and see what our jolly good superiors have planned for us now."

Saldura sits next to Rawnblade, "Quite well, thank you... So, when are we going to march onward?"

Jasil says, "Well, if this is only for the Long Patrol and Warriors or Guards, I'd better be off. I have been wanting ta join the joly Long Patrol but yet I haven't got an answer from the Major's yet, Wot Wot! Well it was nice meetin you all!"

Earblade stands and motions to Blud, "I suppose we'd better get planning". He sighs and puts away his hipflask, stretching uneasily. He nods as Salabim offers to come along too...

Rawnblade sips at his tea, and sets it down again. He checks over the hilt of his sword. "That is up to Bludstripe, my friend..."

Jasil stands up and bows to everyone.

Bludstripe turns slowly and nods, "Aye, I'm the Lord of Salamandastron. Bludstripe the Blade, son of Barkpaw." Quickly he turns back to Nivik, "Captain we need all the help we can get... Kirin Tor's help is greatly needed." Suddenly Blud recongnizes Nivik from his past... Fratterin... The cells. He smiles slightly, and then nods to Earblade, "Aye, Nivik, I'd appreciate you coming... Even if the Tor is going to go, I'd like to catch up with you later."

Jasil exclaims, "Well nice meetin' y'all bye now! Wot Wot!"

Amby shrugs. "I guess I ended up scouting to jolly well far behind."

Rawnblade nudges Saldura with a free elbow. "We'll need all of our group for this. This is it Saldura."

Jasil turns around and heads towards the pond.

Saldura nods to Rawnby, "Aye, now hush and let the lords scheme..."

Jarril smiles at Amby.  "Well, that was a really good spiffing plan of yours, wot.  Keep us safe from the rear and surprise attacks."  Looking about again he leans back and relaxes.  "Would've done the same if I bally well thought of it, meself."

Amby grins. "Of course, it was exactly what I meant to do, wot? Scout along the rear, make sure there aren't any jolly old foebeasts tryin' t'sneak up on us Long Patrol chaps."

Jarril chuckles.  "Well, if anyone asks about why ya were late, then give them that excuse wot.  Don't want ta be on camp duties, now do ya?"  He smiles at Amby and leans back against something and sighs happily and gives a slight yawn.  "However I suppose I should go and see what vittles is about and all.  What with all that running about I did, bit kinda famish, er wot."

Jarril nods and gets up from where he is sitting and gives a stretch, making his slim body curve about as he lets his head fall back slightly as well as the ears.  "Well, I am going go and see just what I can find ta scoff.  See how welcome the cooks here are than back home."  He gives a sly smile and moves to pick up his backpack and reshoulders it again and shifts about to get it comfortable on his shoulders.

Amby stomach rumbles in reply. "I could use a godd scoff as well, wot!"

Jarril nods to Amby and turns around and finds one of the majors and walks up to him and stands there with a small salute.  "Sah.  May I ask on where we be pitching our own camp?  Heading off ta find something ta scoff sah."  He looks at Artigo with a smile.  "If that's okay with ya, sah?"

Jasil gets up and turns to the pond.

Jasil asks, "We'll be off to scof now?"

Artigo looks up at Jarril. "Tis alright with me, chap! And as far as camp goes.. We're staying in the guest cabin." He smiles. "'Night, bud!"