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Camp Nueva (Training Grounds)
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                      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:

Magelan sits down and gets her sling out

Magelan in one smooth movement, jump and in one swirl slings the rock through the targets bullseye, cracking it in half, both peices falling to the ground.

It is a dark and stormy night. Well, not really. More like a dark and cloudy night, but you never know, it could storm....A sand-colored female hare is standing in the middle of the training grounds, spear in her right paw, left paw and arm in a sling. She is in the middle of a practice session with her spear, apparently...

Salabim strolls along the cabin path, and into the training ground, yawning a bit, and stretching.  He makes his way over to a nice patch of grass on the edge of the training ground, and lays down, paws behind his head, and relaxes, looking up at the sky.

Padding slowly into the area while holding a apple in his paw, gently rubbing it against his uniform to get that perfect shine.  Pausing in his movements, he looks about and lets the slight breeze blow over his long ears before the prop up again to a tall standing position and takes a big bite from the green apple and munches it as he starts to walk into the area fully.

Ears shooting upright as the otter walks onto the training grounds, the sand-colored hare known as Seadawn nearly spins to see the otter better, holding her spear at ready. She pauses, studies the otter, then shurgs. She turns back to her practice, not aware that any other beast is approching.

Salabim sees Seadawn watching him, and decides to watch her for a bit.  He doesn't move much from his most comfortable position in the soft grass, instead watching her for a moment out of the corner of his eye.

Jarril stops where he is and leans back against one of the trees and takes another bite from his apple, watching the goings on with the camp and seeing that not many are up apart from a few cooks and some early birds.  Not able to sleep much and the added disadvantage of getting up early in the mountain he sighs softly and gently rests his apple against the tip of his nose.

Seadawn suddenly sees another beast, more of a shadow. Spear still at ready, she slowly advances from a side warily. When she is closer to the figure, she pauses a moment, then says sternly into the night in the general directon of the figure, "Who goes there? Be ye friend or be ye foe?"

Jarril blinks and see's the other hare approaching him and smiles for a moment and takes another bite from his apple and steps forwards.  "Friend I should bally hope so, wot."  He finally comes into view with a smile, one paw holding a half eaten apple as he bows down and speaks again.  "Name's Jarril Black Fleepaw.  Longpatrollian at ya service."  He rises up again and continues to smile at Seadawn.

Seadawn waggles her ears sternly at him, but lowers her spear. "Well, why didn't you bally well say so? What's a guard to think if a black shadow appears in her domain, wot? Besides, been to bally well long since I said that, doncha know!" She plants the spear head in the ground and returns his bow. "Seadawn, guard for hire at yours."

Jarril chuckles.  "Well, I wanted ta test ya, doncha ya know and ya past with flying colours, wot."  He pads a bit nearer and lets the breeze blow through him, making his fur move about as if it was alive like seawaves.  "Pleasure in meeting ya, Seadawn.  Perhaps ya know this question being a hare and all.  But when's breakfast served out in this jolly camp of ya's, eh wot?"

A tall fox comes up along the path from the guest house, his armor creaking softly as he moves. When he reaches the training ground, he looks about curiously, and sets his back against a tree, whatching the two hares with interest.

Seadawn shrugs slightly, just her right shoulder. "Got me there mate. The camp ain't mine, I just work here. As for breaky, eventually everybeast will line up at that cabin over there. When you see that, run, because that's breakfast." This is all delivered in a rapid pace. She pauses, then says more slowly, "Long Patrolian, eh?"

Jarril nods at Seadawn with a smile.  "Actually I am a runner in the longpatrol.  Enjoying it emmensely as well, wot."  While he's talking, he keeps one eye on the cabin that Seadawn had pointed out and takes another bite from his apple.

Vialthane shifts his weight against the tree. He yawns, and rubs a gauntleted hand through his headfur. After a moment, he pushes off from against the tree, and strolls over to where the hares are standing.

Seadawn cocks her head slightly, and leans on her spear. "Close enough. How do ya like it, on the mountain, that is." One ear cocks over to where the fox is approching, but she doesn't react other than that.

Jarril goes to reply to Seadawn and tenses up as he see's the fox but looks to what Seadawn's body language is telling him.  Seeing that she isn't that bothered about the approaching fox, he relaxes slightly but still seems a bit on edge.  "Oh the mountain.  It's jolly good place ta be in, ya know.  Nice view, good food, plenty of hares ta talk ta and all."

Seadawn glances at the hare, and sighs. "You're not used to all kinds of beasts, are ya?" She chuckles quietly, and mutters, "The fox won't hurt anything: if he approches from the camp side, he's a goodbeast. Go figure." She streaches one long leg, and asks, "Does the Long Patrol still accept recruits?"

Vialthane stops when he is about ten feet away from the two hares. He waits for a moment, and then raises his hand in a sort of casual salute. "Hello. I am Vialthane. I am also rather hungry. Would I be impolite to ask when breakfast will be?"

Seadawn claps a paw to her forhead, running it back over her ears. "Not another one! Listen, when everybeasts starts lining up and entering that cabin," she points to the kitchen cabin, "that's breaky. You could probably go now and beg some food off the cooks, if you are really hungery."

Jarril looks at Vialthane and shakes his head.  "No, but if ya see me running, then ya know breakfast is on."  He turns his head back to Seadawn and shrugs.  "We still don't allow any vermin into the mountain whatsoever as far I can tell, wot."  He thinks for a moment and nods.  "Aye, there still taking in new members.  Always could use extra help and all.  Still hares only club, doncha know."

A dagger falls from the sky and lands right next to your footpaws. Attached to the handle is a note, saying "Ok. How do I get to Camp Nueva? Seems SunnyD or Zoey forgot to tell me we were going somewhere.." It was thrown by Woodtail from Salamandastron: Woodtail and Yossarian's Dormitory at 8:25am. (to Foxgold, you, Seadawn and Vialthane)

Vialthane nods his head. "Thank you both. I will keep an eye on the cabin, and if I follow a running hare, I am sure to be on of the first to get to breakfast." He smiles. "I haven't had a meal for three days, except for a piece of bread every morning."

Jarril replies back to Vialthane.  "Thats if ya can keep up."  He gives a sly grin that a hare can and pops the apple cork into his muzzle and chews it.

Seadawn's ears shoot straight up in amazement. "Three bally days without food save for bread! I couldn't go for, oh, about three hours without food." She then asks Jerril softly, "Do they have room for a guard?"

Foxgold moves slowly from the bonfire area, a look on his face hinting impatience, he makes his way to the group of beasts.

Woodtail bounds into the Training Grounds. "Good day, sirs and ma'am. Allow me to introduce the Best Bally Fighter the Long Patrol has to offer, Woodtail!" He points to himself rather comically, and pulls a scone out of a rather large and bulky looking haversack.

Jarril makes a face at Seadawn.  "Three hours without food.  Egad, wot.  I can't get past about a hour without nibbling on something."  He looks about the camp that is slowly coming alive again with the new day.  "I wouldn't know if they are looking for a guard as such.  Best if ya find a higher ranking hare.  I don't know much apart from where ta go and run and all that stuff."

Vialthane smiles. "There I'll have to admit defeat. There is a slight possibility that I could compete with a hungry hare, but I would not count on it." He laughs, and reaches into a small pouch in his belt. A very small pouch. His paw comes out carrying a stale piece of bread. He eats it, comically, and pats his belly.

Foxgold looks up at the entering hare, watching him with a half annoyed half awed look. (WHich turns out as a rather screwed up blank look.)

Seadawn eyes the other hare who has just entered. "I really hope /he/ isn't a higher ranking hare...." She mutters to herself. She then nods amibly to Woodtail, and calls over, "Seadawn the Robber Thrasher at your service. Could tan the hide of of a robber when I was only 5 seasons old!"

Foxgold turns back to Seadawn, raising an eyebrow. He looks slightly confused when she talks about beating up robbers at five seasons.

Jarril gives a smirk to Seadawn and mutters softly.  "Oh he thinks he's a good fighter but I wouldn't know.  Never fought him, doncha know but if he wants ta call himself that.  He's very much welcome ta it."  He smiles again at Woodtail.  "Morning.  How many others from our group have woken up?"

Vialthane smiles, and sits down with a quiet creak. He grins at Woodtail, and waves a paw. "Hello."

Woodtail looks amused. "Only 5 seasons old, wot? I could take on a fully grown Badger Lord when I was just a lad of 2 seasons, wot wot." He chuckles, and grins slightly. He pulls out two daggers and starts spinning them around like a showman.

Foxgold again turns around, watching the hare with an expression that is no longer confused, he nods. "Ahh, yes, fully grown badger, two seasons, good head for stories... Does that always apply to hares?"

Seadawn starts to spin her spear in one paw expertly. She calls over, "Take him on, yes. You'd probably got your tail tanned, but you could." She tosses the spear high up in the air, like a drum-majorette's baton, and catches it without breaking the 'beat'. She is also smiling as she passes the spear over head and shoulders.

Vialthane chuckles quietly, and glances around.

Woodtail grins like a dibbun with a pie he snuck, which he did often as a leveret. "Wanna see? I'll take you on, missie. Just come on over here.."

Vialthane laughs quietly to himself, and calls out, "I doubt that we should fight before a real battle!"

Seadawn grins slightly, and rams her spear point down in the ground. "Oh, no. My mother didn't raise a fool. Though my father did with my little brother, but I was raised by a sane mother."

Vialthane room-pages, "It means not to play fight before we really fight with our enemies.".

Jarril just stands there, quietly and not making a move.  His ears twitch about catching the conversations in the area as his nose catches the scent of breakfast being cooked not that far away.  Twitching his whiskers every now and again, his body tenses up as he double checks by sniffing again.  Bouncing ever so slightly with his powerful back legs.

Vialthane glances at the hare, nods, and gets ready to follow him. He is smiling, rather amusedly, but he is hungry, and so he'll definitely try to be one of the first for breakfast.

Seadawn also sniffs the air expectently. "Pretty soon now....pretty soon." She mutters softly. She glances at Jarril, and grins. "Yep, that's just about what you need to do...." She mutters. She streaches up on her tip paws, and then rocks back to her heels. Up, and down. Up, and down.

Woodtail nods. He pulls out some more food from the haversack and eats it quickly.

Jarril looks about the camp again and he sniffs the air for a moment, the nostrils opening and closing as he rocks a bit faster, feeling the pains in his stomach wanting to be filled.  With a quick movement the ears swivel around to face the cabin area and go erect, the black tips quivering in the wind.  Without any warning, the hare is off like a shot, running across the training ground, hopping and skipping around people with ease.  A few moments later the door of the cabin begins to open as the cooks begin to bring out the food, just as Jarril is halfway there and moving like lightning.

Vialthane follows the hare at a speed which is surprising in full armor. As he stops behind him, his booted footpaws gouge a line in the dirt. He comes to a halt, and smiles expectantly.

Seadawn shouts after Jarril as she takes off after him, "No fair, you knew that that was going to happen..." THen she saves her breath for running, but she is no match for the male. After all, she is built on sturdy lines to deal with theives and robbers, not to run all around the countyside....But she still is very fast, faster than most beasts, but on the slow side for a hare.

Foxgold rockets off, everyone else is, why not him? He seems to be very fast, for being in light-weight clothing.

Woodtail runs after them, catching up with Seadawn, and passes her up. He gets to the cooks, and starts grabbing food, rather hare-like.

Jarril smiles as he looks about being in front of the line and grins at the cooks who are still preparing the food to be dished out.  Rocking back and forth he gives a wink to the mouse.  "I say, old chap.  Care ta begin and dish out this lovely fine grub that ya been cooking all morning for a hungry hare?"  He picks up a bowl and a spoon and waits to be served porridge.

Foxgold follows Woodtail, now seeing what the comotions about.. He suddenly stops, bends down and, he rockets up about four feet, as high as he can possibly go, and lands a little behind Seadawn.

Woodtail looks to Jarril. "Out of the way, sah. Seniority first." He promptly gets in front of Jarril and gets his food.

The mouse frowns and sighs at the hares and goes to whack Woodtail's paw with his ladle.

Seadawn continues to give her best, and ends up just behind Woodtail. She finds a few of her favorites; porridge and greensap milk. She grabs a bowl, and waits a little less than paitently for her food to be served, smileing slightly at the quick display of rank.

Woodtail looks abolished. "Sah, what was that for?" He looks to the mouse expectantly.

Jarril frowns at Woodtail.  "May have been there longest sah.  But ya manners haven't improved none, wot."

Foxgold smirks. "Leave some for the poor vermin!" he says. Then waits for the line to move up, nudging Seadawn impatiently.

Vialthane laughs, and picks up a plate, glancing around to make sure that he's not doing anything wrong. Reasured by the hares, he also grab a bowl, and walks up to a cook, and starts spooning porridge onto his plate. He gets his paw slapped, so he moves to a different cook. He get's some scones off her, before being slapped with a ladle.

The mouse shakes his ladle right in the direction of Woodtail's nose.  "You know why.  Stealing food before I go and serve it.  Now back of the line, this instant.  Shoo!  Or no breakfast for you sir."

Foxgold laughs. "Hmms, seems like mister best hares last to eat, too noble..Eh?"

Seadawn nudges back at Foxgold in retalitain, and moves forward to the poradge. She smiles sweetly at the cook, who smiles backa and gives her an extra-large portion. She repeats this process with the scones, and gets two. She walks over to where she dropped her spear, and settles down to eat.

Jarril moves and lets the cook next to the mouse serve him as he speaks.  "Oh don't mind old woodtail there.  He's just a tad bit impatient when it comes ta food, wot."  He gives a side look and grins.  "Good look with the mouse."  Leaving Woodtail alone, he moves along and gets some scones and drink before padding away slowly, balancing all that he had picked up in his arms.

Foxgold, coming next in line hurls to the counter, staring at the cook for a few moments before being served prooidge and slapped on. He moves to the scone cook, waits a few minutes, gets two scones, and dodges the laddle, moving to sit next to Seadawn.

Vialthane glances at Seadawn, and tries the same tactic. For some reason, it doesn't work. Maybe the cooks just hate him. However, his paw isn't slapped, and he gets served. And, since he goes through the line thrice with different plates, he sits down on a tree stum with a considerable amount of food. Of course, it's devided into three plate-fulls.

Foxgold takes his spoon to his porridge, attacking it almost as well as he attacks beasts with his sword. Imn a few moments he's got the porridge down, and his gobbling a scone..

Seadawn digs happily into the food, and licks her spoon happily after the first few bites. "I like their hotroot soup better, but their poradge is good as well." She then continues to dig in, until the only poradge left is the stuff that has somehow gotten onto her whiskiers. She licks this off, and starts on a scone.

Jarril nods slowly as he sits down against a tree and begins to spoon his own porridge into his mouth in large heaped spoonfuls.  Licking his lips he nods.  "Mmmmmm.  Not bad.  Not bad at all, wot."  Before going back to spooning another heaped spoonful of porridge and taking a large bite from a strawberry scone.

Foxgold finishes his second scone and m,oves back up to the cook. This time he holds the plate out with a charming and well practiced smile, he gets to spoonfuls of porridge, as he moves on to Madam Scone. He doesn't smile, however, and gives a wicked, uncomfortable grin, getting three scones.

Vialthane grins happily at his food, and eats a few scones. You can work up an appetite by traveling for three days on an almost empty stomache. At least, he can. He proceeds to eat his porridge, very quickly, and finish another scone. then he looks up. "These are GOOD. best food I've ever had, except that time I was in Redwall." He finishes with his mouth full, because he just stuffed a piece of toast in it.

Seadawn grins as she finishes her scones in short order, and then mutters, "Since I just ate about an hour ago, might as well not..." She sighs slightly, and settles back, picking scone crumbs off of her whiskers.

Foxgold eats a honey 'n' strawberry (something he's never had, by the look on his face) scone, takes a scone, breaking it into smaller pieces, he drops it in his porridge, taking a spoonful.

Woodtail collapses, breathing shallowly. He lays there in an odd way.

Vialthane glances at the other fos, and chews on the toast. He smiles, and swollows. He begins to tackle his second plate of food.

Jarril looks at Woodtail and calls out to the mouse.  "Best check on him and see if he isn't playacting, wot."  While the mouse leaves his post and knees beside Woodtail, Jarril uses his last scone to wipe up the last remains of his porridge and begins to munch on it.

Seadawn glances as Woodtail collapses, and cals over there, "You alright, mate?"

Woodtail lays in the same position still, breathing shallow. He looks pale, also.

As she is already finished with her food, Seadawn stands and walks over to where the hare is lieing prone. She kneels and asks him, "What's wrong?"

Foxgold watches Woodtail interestedly, shrugging slightly as he falls. He gobbles down the rest of his porridge, finishing his last scone.

Vialthane picks up a scone, walks over to Woodtail, and waves it in front of his face.

No response. It looks like Good 'ol WoodyT is out of it for the day.

Foxgold walks over to Madam Scone, giving her an expectant look. She hands him a scone and shoos him away. Ash walks up to Woodtail, dropping the scone above his head.

Vialthane looks vaguely surprised. "Should we get a healer?"

Foxgold returns to the EP (eating place) and looks at Madam Porridge, who ladles him a spoonful. He makes sure it's hot before emptying it over the out of it hare.

Seadawn nods hastily and remains by him. "Jerril, he ain't faking. GO get a healer. S: She then explains, "You're the fastest of us."

Foxgold looks vaguely surprised the hare's not up and it. "This *is* serious.." He says with a look of shock.

Vialthane room-pages, "Should I go and fetch my alt? Or should someone just spoof the healer?".

Jarril gets up after finishing his meal and pads over slowly, licking the spoon clean before he gets near enough to where Woodtail lies.  "Okay, okay.  Come on everyone.  Give the poor lad some room ta breathe, wot.  Ya all crowding around him like maggots."  He looks about.  "Someone go get a healer, quicksmart, wot."  Placing the bowl and spoon somewhere, he kneels and and lifts up Woodtails head slightly and taps the side of his cheek.  "Come on.  Wakey, wakey."

No response. Still.

Seadawn backs off a bit, calling to the two foxes, "He's right, back off. Would someone get a healer!" She shouts. She pauses a moment, then takes off sprinting. "Never mind, I will!" She calls back, and then saves her breath for running. She skids into the Infirmiry, and vanishes from sight for a moment.

Jarril begins to look a bit worried now and looks about those that are near the two hares.  "Come on.  Back and give us some room here.  There isn't much ta see, wot."  He frowns and shakes his head before trying to bring Woodtail back to consciousness again.

Foxgold backs off a little, shocked his technique didn't work.

In a few minutes, Seadawn comes shooting back from the Infirmary. She skids to a stop near the fallen hare. She is breathing lightly as she says, "I found a healer, she's comming now!"

Mythrania follows the hare into the Training Grounds, from the direction of the infirmiry. She walks quickly, and looks slightly annoyed, but also a little bit worried. A pack of herbs bounces by her side. She immediately walks up to the prostrate hare, and kneels beside him. She puts her paw to his neck, and then his wrist. After a moment she looks up. "Well? What happened?"

Foxgold shrugs. "Just passed out, lady healer."

Jarril shrugs slightly.  "Collapsed in the line for brekkers, ma'am.  Unable ta wake him up."  He keeps Woodtail's head held up.  "Thought he was playacting at first."  His ears droop down.  "But I was wrong."

Mythrania sighs. "I see. Did he convulse?"

Somebody shakes their head. "No, he never convulsed. Just collapsed."

Jarril ponders and thinks back to when he saw the event.  "I don't think so.  Just fell down and breathing shallowly.  I think he's just passed out but then ya the expert."  He looks at Mythrania.  "Want me ta help and get him into the infirmary cabin?"

Vialthane nods. "Has it happened to him before? I-" She breaks off. "Well, don't move him yet. Did he complain of any pains yesterday, or today?"

Foxgold hmms, "Not sure, I didn't see him yesterday..Though he was braggin!"

Mythrania sighs. "Other than that?"

Seadawn pauses a moment, thinking, then says, "He didn't today at all."

Jarril thinks back and frowns.  "I wouldn't know.  He's not normally in the same patrol as me so I don't know if this has happened before."  The hare's voice sounds seriously and he looks about.  "Anyone know where there's another from his patrol group about, wot!"

Mythrania looks at the prostrate hare. "When he fell over, was his face pale? It's alright, you may move him to the infirmiry now." She nods.

"He said he was hungry.." Foxgold notes.

Sabre has arrived.

Foxgold nods. "YEAH, he was pale.."

Jarril nods and gets up slowly and looks about the place.  "I wouldn't mind some help, doncha know."  Waiting for someone to volunteer in moving him from where he lies at present, his ears hanging down in front of him as he stays in a half bent down position.

Mythrania shakes her head. "Alright. I need two of you to pick him up. Hold his head lower than his footpaws, and take him to the infirmiry." She rummages in her pack. "As far as I can tell without looking closer, he just fainted. Was he drunk?"

Sabre walks in silently trying to see what everyone is talking about, "'i"

Jarril nods at Foxgold and points to where Woodtail's footpaws are.  "Lift him up at that end, higher than when I lift him up, wot."  He prepares to lift Woodtail up.  "On the count of three.  1...2...3!"  Jarril grunts and begins to lift up Woodtail.

Foxgold takes WoodyT's footpaws, heaving them, up higher then Jarril's side. "Not all, that heavy.." He says, arms tensed.

Mythrania nods. "Good. I think he's alright, but be careful not to jolt him around, anyway." She pauses. "Let's go. Remember to hold his feet up."

Foxgold nods and waits for Jarril to move forward, not wanting to move first and hurt the hare.

Seadawn follows the three to the infirmary.

Jarril looks at Foxgold and smiles, while moving along a bit, making sure that the head is lower than the footpaws.  "I ain't made for lifting heavy things.  Only for running, wot."  He shuffles about and looks backwards as he makes his way to the infirmary with Woodtail held firmly in his paws.

Foxgold nods and follows Jarril, keeping the footpaws higher then the head, as he was told..

Mythrania follows the other two towards the infirmiry, while rummaging in the bag by her side and muttering. Occasionally, she mutters a complaint about the problems with the herbs she has with her.

Camp Nueva (Infirmary Cabin)
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                       INFIRMARY CABIN
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Dimly lit room is the infirmary. A sigh hangs on the door to the
infirmary to note that its suppose to be kept quiet as one
enters. The room is made of stone the, floor and walls. They are
a dull looking color. A few cots are scattered about the room
with blankets and pillows on them. A examineing table stands in
the middle of the room with a few tools on top of it. There are
cabinets around half the room filled with supplies. There are
some supplies layed out on the counter thats underneath the
cabinets. There is a basin as well on the counter. Two windows
are on opposite walls looking out over the camp as well on each
side letting in the sun light. There are also torches lit about
the room that give the dim lighting in the room.
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                          -Exits-
                    (T)raining (G)rounds
                   (I)nfirmary (R)ecovery
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Contents:
comfrey
ale
clerihew
Feverfew
INFIRMARY SIGN -READ PLEASE-
Various Cots

Pushing his way through the door, still moving backwards.  Jarril looks about and calls out.  "Where do ya want us ta put him?"  He makes sure that Woodtail is fully in with Foxgold past the door and spots a empty bed.  "Nevermind, wot."  Turning his head to Foxgold.  "Let's get him on that cot over there.  But gently."  He moves slowly to go along the side of the cot and looks at Foxgold as he stops moving.  "Whenever ya ready ta move him onto it."  His whiskers twitching as he takes deep breathes, his paws clenching about under Woodtail's arms, gripping the uniform with his claws.

Foxgold nods and moves slowly to the bed, "Ehhm, you might wannaput yer side down first, dun wanna get 'is paws below 'is 'ead?"

Mythrania glances around, and waves at some pillows. "Put those under the small of his back, and get some more for under his legs." She looks around. "Is there any hot water? I'll need to make some tea. Also, I would like some very fine cloth. Silk, if possible. just a small scrap will do."

Jarril nods with his head and looks about.  "In that case I think we need more pillows, wot."  He looks about.  "Anyone bring them over so we're prepared.  Don't want ta hurt him anymore than he is at present, doncha know."  He waits and stands there.  "Anytime taday would be spiffing, wot."

Seadawn follows the hares into the Infirmary, gripping her spear with her one good paw in ageration. She then walks over and says to the healer, "If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know...."

Foxgold looks at Seadawn. "Ehhm, get pillows, young miss. Thats wot."

Sabre steps over to another cot grabbing a couple pillows and places them under the hare.

On a quick trot it doesn't take a beast long to reach the Infirmary from their cabin, and Bludstripe is no exception as he heard another hare had arrived in Nueva. He knocks quietly on the doorframe and ducks while he enters, "I heard another hare had followed from the mountain..." He quickly spots the hare and sighs, "Woodtail eh? What am I going to do with you..." He smirks, and walks over to his cotside, giving a nod of greeting to each beast in the room.

Foxgold looks at Sabre, "Thank 'e." Ignoring Bludstripe for the moemnt he looks at jarril. "Ready?"

Sabre says, "'i sir, I am Sabre"

Seadawn hastlily grabs some pillows and tosses them over to Jarril. "Here, try these." She says. She gives a double take as the badger enters,then turns back to the healer for further instruction.

Mythrania glances at Foxgold. "Go get some hot water and a cup." She glances at Bludstripe, and walks over. "Does he usually faint?" She pauses, and looks around. "Someone get me a small scap of cloth. Silk, if you can manage it.

Jarril gives the fox a strange look and smiles slightly while wanting to put Woodtail down at the same time look.  "Ya need ta practise a bit more of ya hare talk, doncha know."  Without saying another word, he lifts and puts Woodtail on the bed, with the pillows underneath him so that he's in the right position and waits for Foxgold to move the last part of Woodtail onto the cot.  Seeing Bludstripe enter, he salutes.  "Sah.  He collapsed suddenly while waiting for brekkers, sah!"

Mythrania glances around, notes that foxgold hasn't finished putting him down yet, and turns to Seadawn. "Alright, then, could you please get me some hot water and a cup?" She glances at Woodtail.

Foxgold lowers Woodtail down and smirks, "I wasn't attemptin' hare speech." He runs off to fill in Myth's orders.

Kenai stands in the doorway the the infirmary cabin, playing with the crystal about her neck. Eyeing the Badger Lord and Jarril with Woodtail she attempts to put together what happened until she hears Jarril, "Well then..." she smiles and walks to Jarril, "Why doncha get some vittle into 'im then, wot?"

Foxgold stops and turns back. "Well then.."

Mythrania smiles at the hustle. "One thing at a time. Just one person fetch the water, somebody fetch some cloth, and everybody else be quiet. This is supposed to be an infirmiry."

Foxgold room-pages, "Jarril, I wasn't trying harespeech. I used 'wot' instead of 'what'. Vermin do it. (Reference, all RW books.)".

Seadawn hastily exits and can be seen running acrossed the Training grounds to talk to the cooks. She is apears to be pleading with one, who ducks out to the Kitchen cabin. In a few minutes she is back with what apears to be a cup of water. She then moves swiftly back and as she enters, says softly, "Here's the water."

Jarril moves away from the cot, now that his business has been done so that the healer will have the room to get about un-hinded in her task.  He pads to one of the far walls and stands there, placing his paws behind his back and closing them over together and squeezes them.  With his nose twitching he doesn't move from his out of the way spot.

Bludstripe looks to Mythrania, and shakes his head. "I don't believe so... I think he fainted from an obviously long run, and knowing him he probably just pushed himself too far." He leans down over the cart, and looks at his face, "He'll be fine... A spot of water and some warm vittles."

Mythrania smiles, and nods her head. "Thank you very much." She takes the steaming cup, and puts it on a table, where she mixes herbs into it. "Right. Now we only have to wake him up." She looks around, and clicks her tongue crossly. "Will someone hand me a handkerchief or something?"

Foxgold seems to suddenly notice Bludstripe and sits down heavily.  "Eh, sir.." He retreats to the far wall with Jarril. "You're badger lord scares me," he whispers godd-humoredly out of the corner of his mouth.

Seadawn softly mutters as she backs off to stand by Jarril, "But he was talking with us and running....." She rummages around in her pocket and brings up a handkerchief. "Here." She says as she thrusts it at the healer.

Kenai follows Jarril silently with her ice-blue eyes. Moving from her comfortable spot in the doorway she approaches him, "Somethin' wrong m'laddo?" she speaks softly. "You don't look too chipper, doncha know." she hears Foxgold, her multi-hued ear twitching to her, she could wakes him with her crystal...but she would rather not. Back to Jarril, she waits for an answer...

Mythrania takes the handkerchief, and nods her head. "Thank you. Wash it before you use it after this, however." She smiles, and brings out a small stoppered bottle, which she opens. She dabs a tiny bit on, and then closes the bottle again. She moves over to the bedside, and waves Woodtail. "Could someone please open his mouth?"

Jarril chuckles slightly as he hears that remark.  "Wait until ya see him get angry which will be soon.  Ya be terrified of the sight, wot."  He keeps watching what is going on and turns his head to where Kenai is beside him.  "Well, no.  I thought Woodtail was playacting at first."  He licks his dry mouth and swallows.  "Some mistake I have ta learn right away I suppose and not think like that no more and realise not everything is a bally game."  Giving another look, he pushes himself from the wall and begins to head out, silently.

Bludstripe pinches Woodtails nose, and pulls his maw gently open. "There you go miss..."

Kenai makes a face, following her friend as he departs.

Camp Nueva (Training Grounds)
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                      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:
sage
juniper
bandage
Cart
Archery Targets
Signboard - Guard Employment
IMPORTANT SIGN FOR BEASTS CURRENTLY AT CAMP NUEVA

Jarril pads back outside and looks about for a moment before stepping out into the main grounds and heads away from the infirmary hut.  Moving his paw to his small pouch on his belt, he pulls out his sling and begins to unravel it.

Watching intently, Kenai smiles at her friend. "Wot ya doin' Jarril?" she inquires softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

Jarril turns his head back towards Kenai.  "Oh I thought I give myself some extra work ta do, after messing up with poor Woodtail and all, wot."  He turns his head back and begins to pull out a pebble from his pouch and loads the sling.  Moving his arm to the side slightly and flicking his wrist at a angle, he begins to spin the loaded sling until it begins to whistle in the air and make a blurred circle.

Kenai smiles, watching him unfazed by the sling. Standing she draws her dirk, sighting on a target. FLicking the weapon from her paw after making sure the way is clear it lands dead center on the target, "Knock me dirk deeper itno the wood an' I got a nice red apple waitin' in me pack for you, m'laddo." she grins and listens to the hu of the sling...waiting.

Sabre says, "Ya 'ave a nice aim wi't t'at sling."

Jarril turns his head to Kenai and then moves his view back to the target in front of him and concertrates, making his sling go a bit faster before taking a step forwards and unleashing his pebble into the air, letting it whistle through the air and clacking loudly on the handle of the dirk before falling to the ground with a roll.  "Like that?"  He smiles and waits for you to go and check.

Kenai grins, standing to retrieve her no 'pounded-into-the-wood' dirk. Digging in her paw with dirk in paw she tosses him the promised apple, "'Ere ya are..." she grins and sits near her pack again, watching Jarril.

Jarril flicks out his arm and with a smooth movement, catches the red apple and smiles.  "Thanks."  He pads over to where Kenai sits and smiles.  "For everything.  For the apple and getting me out of my rut, wot."  Sitting down slightly and taking a small bite from the apple, letting the juice run down the outside skin of the fruit.

Sabre looks up, "You are in da training groun's of camp Nueva, w'o are you?"

Ariauna asks, "I'm Awiauna whos you?"

Sabre says, "I am Sabre."

Saldura bows deeply, "Saldura Holbock, Warrior, traveler and a capitan of the Beasts of the New Order of Redwall.  You know me Sabre, you ol' messmate."

Ariauna says, "hewwo sabwe"

Ariauna exclaims, "HEY!"

Ariauna asks, "you say you fwom wedwall?"

Saldura looks to Ariauna, and shakes his massive head, "I'm not, I'm afraid, but I'm here to help restore it..."

Ariauna asks, " well where awe all da wedwall peeples?"

Sabre says, "Is Rawnblade going to come down for da battle.'

Saldura shrugs to the dibbun, "I don't know." he looks to Sabre, "Of course he is, he wouldn't miss this for the world."

Ariauna looks to sabre "does you know whewe the wedwall peeples is?"

Sabre says, "Sorry to say I don't

Ariauna pouts

Ariauna says, "I hafta find em"

Ariauna says, "they s'posta take cawe of me"

Ariauna says, "my mommy said so"

Saldura nods, "We'll take care of you until you find the abbey dwellers, won't we , Sabre?"

Sabre says, "Stay in da camp I 'ave 'eard many from Redwall are in t'is area."

Ariauna asks, "is there anybody to play with here?"

Sabre says, "T'ere is a little Squirrel named Slink t'at is often lookin for someone ta play wi'i."

Ariauna asks, "whewe's a sqwiewwel?"

Sabre says, "I t'ink 'e is asleep now."