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RW Abbey: Great Hall
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The Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. Countless paw falls have echoed from these stones, and untold numbers of feasts and merry gatherings have been held here.  A table, not nearly so grand or large as its predecessors, but quite functional for mealtimes, rests near the center of the hall. Chairs exist here aplenty, though most of them are obviously not from the same set. Many of the stained glass windows are broken, and have been patched with canvas and boards to fend against the elements. The floor is clean and swept. A fire is kept burning in the fireplace at almost all times of the day and night, and there are several more comfortable chairs and cushions set up here, of varying sizes. One looks large enough to easily accommodate a badger.

The Tapestry hangs proud and tall, and while the rest of Redwall may still bear the scars of natural disaster, this most famous of Redwall's relics remains unharmed by beast, time, or the elements. The figure of Martin the Warrior seems to be watching over his own with an unchanging, kindly gaze.

Soft light is slowly beginning to filter in through the stained glass windows high above your head.
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                        Exits/Entrances:
               [K]itchen    [St]airs   [C]avern [H]ole
               [Li]brary    [En]try    [B]reezeway
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"I simply asked for your opinion, my friend. Something needs to he done." Elminster looks at the fox then back to Shadowbow. "I know lad, I know."

Rodney leans against the wall, looking at his feet. "Something needs to be done, but I don't think it will be until he kills somebeast. Or gets killed..."

"Please remove your weaponry and place it into the gatehouse, Shadow." The rabbit's brow furrows. "I know your /allowed/ to carry them but..." He frowns and his eyes dart to Rodney. "And either of those scenarios need to be prevented."

Coming down the stairs in a jolly step, Jarril arrives at the bottom and stops, his ears flicking to the conversation.  Adjusting his eye-patch slightly, the hare slowly makes his way into the great hall, his right paw keeping hold of his belt and looks about.  "Good Morning, chaps.  Nice day isn't it, wot?"

The rabbit watches as the otter steps out. Elm rubs his chin as if thinking and looks at Rodney before sitting back down.

"Mornin' sir. Welcome to Red..." Elm stops, nose twitching as he looks at Jarril. His eyes close slightly. "Mind removing your weapons? I don't think its very welcoming for newcomers you see? Entering into a /Abbey/ and seeing armed beasts about. No offense lad."

Rodney opens his mouth, offering a comment. "Especially with the death threats becoming more and more frequently. Makes a fellow quite nervous to see armed beasts..."

Jarril blinks back and then looks down at his weapons before looking back up.  "I say, I've been here for a while now and never had this problem.  I assure ya that these won't be taken out un-neccessary.  Would go against my orders, wot."  Turning to look towards the kitchen.  "Now, what's for breakfast.  I am famished sleeping all night, doncha know."

Shadowbow looks at the hare, "You should tell Rurun what his orders are then."

"Beasts wandering the abbey armed...such a shame." Elm frowns. "..Your one of the Long Patrol are you? Who is your highest official here? There is a problem that cannot be ignored /again/." He looks at Shadow.

"-Rodney-" The rabbit looks at the fox. "Please..come sit."

Rodney seems to think he's done his share of sharing and cooperating for the moment, or perhaps he just didn't hear the request. He's returned to looking at his feet, arms crossed over his chest, almost hugging himself.

Jarril stares at the otter and shakes his head.  "He's not in my patrol.  Maybe ya should have words with his major or colonel.  There hasn't been any problems with my patrol."  The Major pauses and adds something.  "I have had words with the colonel about said officah and well.  She informed me that she is taking care of the situation."  Finishing the hare places his paws behind him.

Shadowbow looks at the hare, "Who is his colonel?"

Rodney sneers. "Taking care of the situation indeed... I'm rapidly losing my faith for the Long Patrol."

"Well no offense, lad, but time may be of the essence. The last thing needed would be for someone to be hurt or worse. Especially here." Elminster stands and walks towards Jarril. "Pushing out or trying to push out Shadow here from the Abbey, and drawing steel upon a resident, Rodney in the /infirmary/ no doubt." His ears tay flattened and a frown froms. "-Rodney-" Elm snaps out.

Jarril answers back.  "Colonel Zoe.  She's the colonel on the patrol that came here.  Even I am under her.  She runs three patrols."

Rodney turns to Elminster, eyes glittering with suppressed emotion. "What? He is running around like he owns the place, on some private campaign of fear and intimidation, and his superiors are doing -what-?"

"Aren't the Long Patrol here to -help- lad? It is appreciated but it takes but one to make a whole look bad. I don't want that to happen." Elm blinks and looks at Rodney. "And -we- have any superiors? Seriously lad..."

Rodney snaps. "You don't want it to happen? It is already happening. It started happening long ago. Not a day goes by that I don't hear a complaint..."

Jarril frowns slightly.  "I can't do nothing unless I witness it first hand.  All I can do is send word back to who is higher rank than me and make another report.  However, if I did catch him at it."  The major cuts himself off.  Coughing.  "But have ya complained ta the colonel?  Or amongst yaselfs?"

"If it was my decision and the walls were as a whole, I'd take the weapons, lock them up and throw away the key. But its not my call, nor the walls repaired." Elm sighs.

"The complaints need to fall on ears that listen that will /do/ something about it. Is there anyone here that will, that can be civil and fair about it?" The rabbits ears twitch as he sits back down, looking tired. "I haven't met the Colonel and complaining within ourselves would prove what? Rurun is one of the Long Patrol. Not a Abbey resident."

Rodney gets up, starts off for the library. "So make another report, then." he says, sarcastically, not bothering to turn around. "I have paper if you need... Lots and lots of it."

Shadowbow looks at the beasts in the room, "Can we go about this without fighting!"

Jarril rubs his chin.  "Hmmm.  Okay, do ya have one room in the abbey that can be locked up?"  The paw still stroking his chin now.  "For long patrol use only as a weapon storage room.  I could put forward the motion of having all weapons put in there until needed but only majors or colonels will have access to said room.  The lower ranks wouldn't?"  The hare shrugs.  "That's the only idea I could bring up ta the colonel.

"Perhaps a dormitory would suffice?" Elm's ears stick up. "I can accept this sir but I cannot speak for the other Redwallers. I am just one voice amongst a whole."

You room page-pose, "Jarril think he press the issue to get rurun kicked out of the group if this is how it's getting...  But that go against being fair to new player but.  This RP isn't like fun to me at the moment.  Since I am the one getting the complaints all the time.  x.x"

Rodney stops by the door to the library. "Locking up his weapons sounds like a very good idea..."

Jarril nods his head.  "Well, I can only again apologise for his actions and will try once more ta try and get this issue sorted out.  But I can only do so much."  The major looks downwards, knowing full well that his good mood had left him for the day.

"But this doesn't prevent him from harming anyone." Elminster scratches his chin. "I know the feeling lad. But if one steps up, others will surely follow." The rabbit walks over to Jarril and goes to paw his shoulder with his good paw. "This matter will get straightened out."

Jarril looks back up.  "Could look him in a empty cellar for a bit."  Grinning.  "If he has broken a abbey law that is."  He smiles slightly.  "We've done it before ta some officers in our own mountain that got a bit out of hand."

Rodney opens the door to the library, walks through it, presumably to get back to work, pulling the door shut behind him with a very definite sort of bang. Apparently his mood isn't too good either.

"Here, drawing a blade on someone is serious. Yes, anyone can carry a weapon due to the walls being down /but/ they must be responsible for their actions. Rurun wasn't." Elm nods. "Unfortunatly, locking him up probably won't do anything but anger him more. Another thing we don't need here. More anger and animosity towards others. We need to work /together/."

Jarril pads about the hall now, paws behind his back.  "I think the main problem is that some of the officahs are bored.  Now if there was something that could keep them occupied then I be all for it."  Stopping in his pacing about he shakes his head.  "I think some are still in the post war mood."  Frowning and looking up to stare at the window pane.  "When is work going ta start on rebuilding the wall?  That's the main reason we came here ta help and all."

Shadowbow sits down having calmed down significantly, "I will do my best to prevent problems, with Rurun, and I will help with the walls if it is needed."

"I am unsure. Currently I am making plans to set up a fishing time for the Abbey and take a trip to the river then go help Darwin clean out the pond if he has not complated said task. I've been helping in the kitchen when needed as well. Well, perhaps the officers can work on gathering stone for the walls and search out moles? I'm willing to hold a story-telling time as well to help raise morale, despite Darwin's anger towards it." Elm nods.

"Why don't the officers and anyone else willing to work the walls just go do it instead of waiting for a time to start? Time is of the essence is it not?" The rabbit blinks.

Jarril nods slowly.  "Would it be difficult in asking for some space in the grounds so that the officahs can train?  Let them burn out whatever frustrations they have by boxing or fighting with wooden staffs or wooden swords.  Even a archery practise range may subdue the anger some of them may have if they had something else ta concertrate with."  Looking back down again and turning around.  "I may be ta young ta be a major but I do want ta help and keep the good name of the patrol.  But this whole mess does sadden me mostly."

Shadowbow looks at the rabbit, "Because we need large groups to move and cut the sandstone blocks."

"Why not take the group out into the grasslands to train lad? Having a group here on our grounds switing wooden blades and staffs around, and shooting arrows isn't the most..welcoming thing to see for guests. Nor a step in the right direction to rebuild the Order." Elm frowns and looks at Shadow. "The Long Patrol /is/ large Shadow."

Jarril pads towards the tapestry and nods.  "How many was needed for building this place the first time around?"  Turning to face the rabbit.  "Ya must still have the original plans?"

"Mayhaps in the library or hidden. Unless Kevarr has them." Brow furrowing continues. The rabbit taps a footpaw against the ground. "But we'll need moles."

Jarril nods.  "Right, then I have words with the colonel and I will arrange ta go out with a patrol and search for them.  I also arrange ta send some of my runners out as well so that they can get a bit further a field and see what can be found as in moles.  I see what comes of that but."  He looks at the rabbit now.  "It could come better if ya could arrange a meeting with those of the abbey and with the long patrol ta make these plans."

"-Me-?" Elm blinks. "I doubt the others will listen. I'm just a ol' rabbit lad. And a newcomer. Been here bout 15 seasons past but long forgotten." He frowns. "Course I'll most certainly try but I cannot promise anything."

Jarril blinks.  "15 seasons is a long time.  Ya have probably much say as anyone else in this abbey, wot."  The hare nods his head slowly.  "Well, it probably help so that we know what we all should do and get the job done quicker.  Besides we ain't from this area and those of the abbey may know areas around here that moles may reside."

"Like underground." Elm chuckles. "Yes it is. Spent it wandering the lands helpin' others despite obvious.." He pulls the cloak over his deformed paw. "-Things-"." He frowns. "I doubt it lad, most probably think I'm off my knocker. Though many like the idea of settin' up a fishin' schedule and some quality tale tellin' time. Its not work but who wants to work when their morale doesn't exist?" He smiles. "I'll see what I can do. Perhaps a meeting can be held in the Cavern Hole. I'm not sure whom else to speak to. Perhaps Nicodemus would want to attend, and Sunrose..I'll speak to my friends as well."

Shadowbow stands up, "I can help look for moles."

Jarril grins.  "And so you shall, otter."  The hare nods.  "That's what is needed here.  Some enthusiasm."  Looking down to his stomach.  "But we search later.  I really must go see what sort of food is available."  Grinning slightly.  "Can't do much on a empty stomach, wot."

"So find the moles, begin wall repair. Need to make some more quarry runs.." Elm sits down and unfurls a piece of parchment and pulls a stick of chalk from his satchel. He keeps the deformed limb on the table for some stability and writes this down. "We'll need gardeners and farmers. Tansy and Rakshun volunteered to help. I'll handle the fishing and baking areas, and help in the library when needed." He smirks. "And Shadow'll do anything." Elm grins. "There's a tray of oatcakes, probably still warm. Made them this mornin' and there's some jam!"

Jarril nods and pads towards the kitchen.  "How about getting the otters ta help as well.  May as well ship the stone down the river than hauling them down the path, don't ya think."  The hare disappears into the kitchen.

Jarril pops his head out again quickly.  "Oh and the shrews."  The head vanishes again just as fast.

"That would be a good idea.." Elm writes this down, grinning like some kit eyeing a candied chestnut. He folds up the parchment and slips it into his cloak. "Got the fishin' poles almost done. If you see Bellinger, lemme know k? Not sure if he found rope for the nets." He walks towards the entrance. "Anythin' else?"

Shadowbow frowns, "We need tools."

"I'd assume the Long Patrol brought some and we have some scattered around that would need to be gathered. And some weapons can be used for tools if needed." Elm nods.

Jarril comes back out with a hare portion of oakcakes, one already being nibbled on.  "Well, what sort of tools?"  He makes his way to someplace to sit down and does so.  "We have a few but if any had ta be bought or traded.  I suppose heading ta a city or another place that had a forger could help?"

Shadowbow nods, ""Then once we can do that we are set."

Sunrose trots down the stairs, without her tiny little son for once.  The mousemaid's headfur is wrapped back into a scarf, and a heavy basket is under one arm.

The rabbit rubs his chin again. "I best get back to finishing the fishing poles. If I come up with any other ideas, I'll let you know. Nice to meetcha Jarril." He smiles and slips out the door.

Jarril nods.  "Nice ta meet ya as well."  The words being spoken while munching on a oakcake.

Still eating his breakfast, the hare continues to nibble on the oakcakes and minding his own business.

Maeva enters the room from the entry. She's dripping wet and shivering, and in one paw she holds a spear. She has a grin on her face, however, as she heads toward the fire.

Jarril blinks and speaks out between eating.  "Hello.  Had fun then?"

Maeva halts, looking toward the munching hare, "Eh? Me?"

Jarril nods.  "Well, that or we had some freak rain downpour."  Grinning.  "So what ya happy about?"

Maeva says, "Oh, everythin'. The pond's cleaner now, by the way, just a bit."

Jarril nods.  "Ah, good good."  Slipping the last of his meal past his lips.

Maeva asks, "Are ye one o' the Long Patrol fellows?"

Jarril nods his head.  "Yes.  Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw and ya are?"  Brushing the crumbs off his uniform idly.

Maeva says, "Maeva o' the Bahari."

Jarril nods.  "Pleasure ta meet ya."  Getting up from where he is sitting and taking a slight stretch.