05:08 PM
 

There's something that is making quite a few beasts from avoiding the hare that is storming through the village right now.  Jarril who is only wearing his uniform and nothing else at all, the major having left the mountain in such a mood that there's not even a weapon on the hare at all.  He looks about as though looking for something or someone.  The only time he did stop was to ask for a name and where that hare was and who he looked like.  Coming to a stop he could see the hare in front of him by the well.  Clenching his fists he marches forwards.  "I want a bally word with ya!"

The hare that turns around at Jarril's challenge is very obviously a resident of Halyard. He is dirty and is dressed in the garb of a fishing beast, large, heavy boots coming up to his knees. And unfortunately for Jarril, he is as big as a beast of labor ought to be, broad shouldered and... to put it simply, mean-looking. His eyes narrow into a glare at the sight of the uniform. "What d' /you/ want?"

Jarril isn't in the mood to backing down at all as he marches right up to where the hare is.  "Ya have a problem with me and Harper?  And who the bally 'ell do ya think ya are thinking I wouldn't accept him?  I know that ya don't like whatever he decides ta do in his life, it was no need ta bally go hitting him!"

"Ohhh, so /yer/ the arse who knocked Angela up..." Randall's lip curls, and he tosses an empty bucket onto the ground beside the well. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes a couple of idle steps around Jarril, sizing the other, smaller buck up. "No wonder she was so desperate t' have someone else claim the whelp." He doesn't directly answer Jarril's question.

Wrong wrods to say as with everything else that has happened, Jarril's anger explodes as he just lunges forwards and hits out as hard as he can right onto the buck's nose.  "Why don't ya just shut up!  Or answer my question or is it ta hard for ya brain!"  Ducking before trying to get another punch in.

The Patrol hare has the benefit of surprise. Randall /never/ would expected one of the mountain hares to resort to a scuffle. His head rocks with the force of the punch, and there's the ominous sound of a crunch. Without turning his head back, he raises his fingers to the side of his snout, his lips curling in a feral snarl. He doesn't even bother ducking the next punch, which finds his stomach but which doesn't double him up. "Yer gonna regret that, bucko..." And then, without even turning back, he lets loose with his paw, swinging his fist up and around to back-hand Jarril across the jawline, no holding back.

Jarril is fast but he isn't in the right frame of mind to back away from the danger area quick enough and ends up getting the full force of the hit which makes his body go to the side before he looses his balance and topples over with a crunch.  Spitting some blood from a cut lip, the hare kicks out hard at the larger bucks leg.

Randall is disgustingly strong, but along with that strength comes a slowness. He tries to step away from the kick, only to be tumbled by it anyway. He comes down on a knee, cursing thickly. He grabs the bucket from where it lies beside him, and swings it with force around at the side of Jarril's kneecap. He's had no training in fair fighting, certainly.

Crack....  Then Jarril grits his teeth shouting out some rather blood curdling curses as he rolls away from the slightly broken bucket holding onto his knee.  Getting up onto his leg that wasn't hit he tries to walk but grabs onto the wall of the well, breathing heavily.  "Can't fight fair then?  Well, that figures, no wonder Harper hit ya..."

Randall stumbles up, tossing away the handle of the bucket which is the only thing left to hold onto. He then takes two big strides towards Jarril, and pulls back his leg to deliver a hard kick to his side. "He's /my/ son, and I'll discipline 'im as I see fit!"

Jarril tries to get out of the way as he pushes himself up from the only leg that he can put his weight on now but he's just not that quick enough and ends up getting kicked on the front, falling over flat on his back knocking the wind from him.  Gasping he coughs before spitting out some blood.  "Well, he's passing that test so ya won't be able ta touch him in the patrol.  So actually who ya think he spend more time with.  You or me?"  Frowning at the larger buck before giving a smile.  "At least you won't be able ta get ya paws on him then."  Rolling over the major starts to push himself back up slowly.

Randall stands like a bull ready to charge, his head lowered and his eyes hooded. Which is, of course, Taye's cue to come jogging up from down the street. He's got his bow and arrow drawn. "'Ey! What's goin' on here? Get away from that officah!" And, indeed, Randall does seem to flinch back at the words. Witnesses are not handy. He glances around, eyes blazing.

Jarril blinks before flopping his head back against on the hard ground as he hears Tayes voice and isn't sure which part of his body to hold onto.  He does though mutter quietly as only Randall can hear.  "Ta slow old chap, witness now, looks like Harper stays with me, don't it?  Ya never touch him again, I'll won't bally well let it."  He goes quiet as he hears Taye near and just lies there not looking that good, split lip, blood dripping down the side of his face, the hare holding onto his front and side with one paw and his knee with the other.  Hmmm, bad situation for the one standing with another officer of the patrol running up to.

Taye jogs right up to the two, keeping an arrow trained on the strange buck. "Back off, mate," is all he says, and Randall does so, smirking as he holds up both paws, palms forward, in 'surrender'. "Who's this? 'Nother bastard o' yers?" Taye's eyes cut to the side at Jarril, but other than that he doesn't react to Randall's words. Instead, he stands up a bit straighter, pulling the arrow back a fraction more. "Get outta here - go." Because it's going to be difficult to tend to Jarril /and/ watch over a prisoner. Fortunately Randall obeys, emitting a low laugh as he turns, blood-grimed knuckles slipping into pockets as he strolls off down the street.

Jarril sighs slightly as he just lies there.  "Well, isn't this just grand.  My recruit coming ta my rescue."  He just lies there and shakes his head.  "Thanks."

'Yer private' rises to Taye's lips, but given the situation, he holds off. Once it seems certain that Randall won't be circling back, he unloads the arrow and puts away both arrow and bow. He turns and bends down to Jarril, offering his paw. "... C'mon. We'll get ya back t' the mountain."

Jarril nods and takes the paw, pulling himself up but keeping to his good leg.  "I think he's busted my leg, hopefully not permanently..."  Frowning slightly he puts his arm around Taye.  "Don't ask me what it's about, it's a long story."
 

"If you came across /me/ like this, ya'd want t' know what was goin' on." Taye casts a worried, sideways look at Jarril, but loops his arm around Jarril's waist. "But whatevah. Yer the officah."

Walking or in his case right now, hopping down the road, Jarril frowns slightly as he ponders something.  "Taye, ya may not like what I am about ta say but it will come out eventually.  Ya know Harper?"

Taye's ears perk. He nods, thoughtfully. "Aye. 'Course. One o' the recruits. We had class t'gethah."

Jarril nods his head.  "Well, this will be a shock for ya.  I found out by him on the day I came back from that attack on the camp that he was my son."  The major goes quiet and frowns.  "Go on, ya may as well redicule me as everyone else has.  Even my counsin has shown her disgust."

Taye is very silent for a very long time. Or it seems that way, to him. Finally, he looks up and to the side at Jarril. "... Sah? Why would I be disgusted?" He looks conflicted about it, but not disgusted.

Jarril sighs.  "Well, ya see.."  He looks where the tavern is and frowns slightly before turning his head back to the front.  "It was seasons ago, I don't know how it happened, the patrol ended up coming back after a hard patrol, the abbey didn't like us being there ta help rebuild their walls or was it the other time...?"  He shrugs slightly.  "Anyways, I met this doe and things happened.  Before I knew it we were ordah'd back home and I never saw her again."  He frowns.  "She must've moved over here so that Harper could get in the patrol.  Its his step father I was fighting with...  It's such a mess..."

"... Well, Harper's got t' be about my age, so 'twas probably the time before. I remembah the wall rebuildin'." He nods. He was there - even contributed climbing the wall to place a stick, much to Rahier's horror and worry. "And... well sah. 'Tis yer life. Yer old 'nough t' have a son. Mayhaps it'll even be good fer ya." He pauses, though. "D'ya want me t'have a patrol sent back t' speak with the step fathah?"

Jarril frowns slightly.  "Best not.  I er..."  He looks away as he looks at something else while he speaks.  "I was looking for a fight, he didn't attack me first."  He paused.  "I threw the first punch, but then again he did hit Harper about a bit after he hit him.  Said that Harper wasn't worth it and that I was ta upper hare ta take any notice of a poor hare like him.  Shame I couldn't teach that big hare a lesson."  Looking back.  "All I got for it is maybe a busted leg which means well.  Ya know what that means if that's true."

Taye glances down at the leg with a frown. "Mayhaps I should take a look at it before we go anywhere..." He doesn't press it, though. "What would it mean if it was?"

Jarril nods as he looks for someplace to sit and see's someplace to sit just before leaving the village itself.  "There, that should be okay."  He ponders for a moment.  "Well, it's up ta ya, Taye.  If ya think it's worth reporting then do it.  Perhaps it may make him think twice on hitting another again."  Sitting down he looks about and shrugs.  "Well, if it is, I'll won't be able ta do what I am good at, just give some other hares more ta say I am passed it.  Anyways, he smashed a bucket against my knee.  Could've damaged it somehow."

Taye kneels in front of Jarril, looking up at the major while he listens. When he's finished, he begins running his fingers over the knee, feeling for anything unusual. "Don't feel any /breaks/... somethin' feels odd, though."

Jarril frowns.  "Hmm..."  He rubs his chin slightly and shakes his head.  "Oh great, I saw my cousin sort this out a few season's back.  Going ta hurt like anything as well..."  He looks about and points.  "Get me that branch over there and I'll tell ya what she did..."

Taye looks unhappy about this new prospect; there's a /reason/ he's not a healer. With a resigned nod, he stands away and goes to get the branch. He returns to Jarril's side, handing it to him. "What d'I need t' do?"

Taking the branch he looks at Taye and places a paw on his shoulder.  "Look, don't worry.  What ya need ta do is check my other knee and know what it feels like.  Then work out how my other knee is funny.  Once ya know which way it's turned, ya going ta have ta reset it.  IT's going ta hurt me a lot but it needs ta be done if I have a chance of it recovering and I can run again.  I hope ya have emmergency supplies as in bandages as the knee will have ta be tightly wrapped afterwards before it swells.  Got it?"

Taye nods quickly, though he's worrying at his lips. ".. Yessah." He kneels once more, checking and comparing both knees. After what seems like a long time, he nods - hesitantly. "Okay, sah. I've got it." He digs in his traveling pack, pulling out a thick roll of bandages.

Jarril nods slowly as he mutters.  "Sorry ya have ta do this but if anything goes wrong, I'll won't blame ya.  Ya not the one that got into the situation of being beaten up."  He places the branch into his mouth and bites down on it.

Taye has seen his father set limbs before, and so the way in which he starts makes him appear as if he knows what he's doing. He places one stabalizing paw under Jar's foot, and the other around his ankle. He bites down hard on his lower lip, and without giving Jarril any warning, he gives a yank downward and to the right on his leg.

The look on Jarril's face would scare away any young leveret as he cries out muffled while biting down hard on the branch that a bit of blood begins to dribble down his chin.  Feeling the knee pop into place he nods his head fighting the urge to just faint there and then.  Taking a deep breath in and out through the branch he turns his head around and spits it out to the ground.  "Okay...  Just wrap it up...."

Taye isn't too far off from a scared leveret. He looks as sick as one, anyway. He nods without speaking, wrapping the bandage tightly and neatly. When he's done, he tucks the end away and sits back on his haunches, eyeing his handiwork.

Jarril can feel the pain move down to a dull numb feeling that throbs painfully as he looks at Taye.  "Before we carry on, you're going ta have ta promise me on following my every ordah, even if I ordah ya ta leave me behind if we get into trouble, understand?"

Taye's eyes cast away for a moment. When he nods, it's the kind of slow, hesitant one that suggests that he'll be making his own decision when the time comes. "Yessah." He stands, offering his paw down to the officer again.

Jarril hmms and takes the paw, pulling himself up with his good leg.  "Okay I won't be running for a while.."  Muttering to himself as he nods his head.  "Let's get going..."

Taye nods, slipping an arm under Jarril's to help keep him up. "Mayhaps it won't be so bad..." Heh. Always the optimist.

Jarril grins at Taye.  "Actually ya didn't see me give my cousin an earfull.  What with that and now this.  I think this time she'll just drum me out of the mountain."  He carries on moving with him.  "Thanks for the help though, you're turning ta be the right officah."

Taye glances to the side at Jarril. Dare he hope that the cold shoulder's warmed up? His lips twitch in a faint grin, and he dips his head. "Thank ya, sah." And then, for something to say, "Ya sure ya didn't hit yer head durin' the fight? No one'd dream o' throwin' ya out, sah."

Jarril grins slightly.  "The way I've acted this season, there's quite a few actually that would love for that ta happen."  He looks about as they move through the forest type part.  "Er, hang on..."  He points to a larger branch.  "Mind getting me that, it help when we're on the sand, wot."  He waits for that to happen and speaks.  "Besides I put my name down for re-employment as well as a application for higher officah training.  Not heard back yet, don't know which colonel got that."  Pausing he sighs.  "I've not exactly given ya much slack either this season either.  Sorry about that."

Taye leaves Jarril long enough to grab the larger branch. When he returns he hands it over to him, then offers his arm should the major decide he still needs it. He listens attentively as he always does, ears perking at a couple interesting mentions. At the last, the tips of his ears flush slightly. "Aw, don't even worry about it, sah." He grins, making a joke of it. "I'm young, I bounce back."

Jarril nods.  "That ya do."  Taking Taye's arm and using the larger branch he keeps his bad leg off the ground.  "So ya seen ya majah yet?  He ended up in a fight himself a few days back?"  Chuckling softly.  "I think that's all we upper ranks have bally been doing, fighting and getting injured."  Giving Taye a wink.  "Ya never know, ya could be asked ta run the patrah the way things are going, wot."

Taye laughs at the suggestion, shaking his head with another slight flush to the tips of his ears. "Nooo... they'd soonah elect m'sistah 'Lynnie." He grins.

Jarril blinks slightly as he see's the sands up ahead from the path as he hobbles using his makeshift branch and Taye for support.  "Ya have a sistah?  Wow, now who's keeping secrets, I didn't know about her?"

Taye laughs, his shoulders lifting in a slightly embarrassed shrug. "Yessah, I've a sistah. Rahier 'n' Maria's daughtah, Aralyn. She's not m'blood, but she's s'good as."

Jarril nods with a chuckle.  "Well, now I know ya have a sistah and now ya know I have a son.  Anything else going ta happen ta shock each of us tadah?  Hmmm, perhaps we get back and find another badgah lord's moved in, wot."

Taye grins at the thought. "I think we'd here 'em celebratin' from here, if that was the case, sah." He moves along slowly to accommodate the injured hare's pace.

Jarril nods.  "Aye, well I'd love ta see another one come though.  Probably be when I am really old and left ta welcome the big brute, knowing my luck."  He puts on another higher official tone.  "I say, Jarril young lad.  Ya have ta stay in the sentry room from now on due ta ya being a nuisance, make sure ya welcome the next badgah along, wot wot."  He pushes the stick into the ground and takes another step forwards, moving slowly.

Taye grins a bit. "Well, sah, if you get shoved off int' the sentry room, I guess I'll be there t' keep ya company... Yer not s'old, though, sah, 'n' I think we'll have a Badgah Lord again before ya are." Not that he's evers seen one, a Badger Lord.

A figures passes Taye and Jarril, walking faster them the two hares considering their slow pace, its an ermine dressed in a blue tunic looking tidy and trim, he nods at them both and heads off moving ahead of them and out of sight

Jarril nods as he places a foot on the sand and looks ahead of him.  "Ah, the badgah lord, ah, ya missing quite a sight there, Taye, my lad."  The Major smiles as he closes his eye for a moment.  "Complete and authoritive, kind and gentle but they do get into their bally bloodwrath from time ta time.  I am glad I ain't second in command, don't think I could stand up ta one badger who's got that bally bloodwrath wot."

Taye bites back a sigh. He's heard the legends and the stories. "Well... I hope I get t' see one. Ya hear about a thing enough 'n' yet get t' feelin' like ya know it, y'know?" He shrugs lightly, and slows his pace as dirt path fades into sand, and opens up onto the shore. They turn, heading towards the mountain.

Jarril doesn't say much for a while, the pain in his leg had made the major remain silent again as he moves through the sand slower than normal.  After a time though, even he is getting a bit tired and he sighs.  "Taye, I need ta rest for a moment."  He looks away a bit shamed on the matter that at the moment he isn't exactly at top form.

Taye doesn't look surprised or amused. He only stops, looking to the side at Jarril. "I could maybe see if I have anythin' fer the pain... Ya need t' sit?"

Jarril nods slightly.  "Aye, over there by that dune."  The major moving off slowly towards it as he smiles at Taye.  "If ya carrying anything that would help, that would be spiffin' wot."  He slowly lowers himself onto the sand and places the branch next ta him.  "Sorry, I didn't bring anything with me while I was angry and all."

Evoc has been watching the shore from inside the shack, waiting for them, the stoats and weasels he's had filtering around Halyard alerting him to the fact the Major and Taye had left, deciding not to show himself, one of them was bound to recognise him as the bumbling fool in the tartan from the inn but he has that covered he doesn't need to go outside. Five beasts are secreted amongst the sand dunes, two just down downshore, one back up towards the village and two on either side, armed with blow pipes loaded with darts tip with a rather nasty concontion a little something he learnt from an old acquaintances sister, an acquaintance the two unsupecting hares would probably be surprised he even knew.

Taye helps Jarril over and down onto the dune, kneeling himself to search through his pack. He comes out with a small packet of herbs, which he hands across to the major. "These ought t' help. Chew 'em up 'n' swallow. They won't taste the best." This done, he stands back up.

Jarril takes the herbs and nods, popping them into his mouth as he chews before swallowing.  "Oh don't worry, I've had my fair share of my counsin's concoctions ta know all about bad taste."  He looks about and frowns.  "It be dark by the time we get back at this rate though.  Should've stayed at the tavern."

The stoats and weasels move in unison as they see the hares stop, raising up on their elbows, cheeks puffing out and blowing, three darts aimed at Taye, two at the older hare, hoping to catch them before they can react to seeing the stoats

Jarril takes the herbs and nods, popping them into his mouth as he chews before swallowing.  "Oh don't worry, I've had my fair share of my counsin's concoctions ta know all about bad taste."  He looks about and frowns.  "It be dark by the time we get back at this rate though.  Should've stayed at the tavern." *repose*

The stoats and weasels move in unison as they see the hares stop, raising up on their elbows, cheeks puffing out and blowing, three darts aimed at Taye, two at the older hare, hoping to catch them before they can react to seeing the stoats *evoc's pose*

Taye turns around to reply to Jarril'swords, just in time to feel the nearest of the three darts whistle by his ear. His eyes widen and he starts to turn in the direction of the fired darts just in time for them to catch him central body mass, one catching him lower in the ribs and the other in his neck. He chokes in surprise, reaching a paw up to claw at his neck. He has a moment to turn panicky eyes on Jarril before he drops to one knee, yanking out one dart but fumbling for the other. Whether it's his imagination or not, he can feel whatever poison was in the darts seeping into his system, and he chokes out a terried cry as he throws the freed dart away from him.

Not that Taye has problems of his own, but Jarril has his own problems what with feeling two darts hit him as well.  "What the bally..."  He blinks and pulls one out from his arm as he looks at it, remembering something from two days ago.  "Oh ...."  He tries to reach Taye but finally falls flat on his face in the sand.

The three stoats and two weasels move across the sand towards the collapsing hares, manacled and chains being removed from sacks, their clothing a mixture of beiges and browns, they move in slowly towards them waiting for the last effects of the poison to take affect

The poison quickly takes effect. Even as Taye tries to back-pedal away from them, scooting away in the sand, he finds his limbs slowly failing. Slowly, slowly, and then stopping entirely. On his back, he can see them as they come, his eyes remaining open until the first vermin steps up before him, and then, finally, he passes out.

Jarril has managed to push himself up as he looks about again but his head is swirling around too much for him to do anything.  He can't move much anyways with his bandaged knee and finally gives up, seeing the vermin all about him as he mutters under his breath.  "Counsins going ta kill me...."  He flops his head back into the sand again unconscious.

The vermin chain them quickly, manacles around ankles and wrists and then joined together to hold them tight, two large sacks are pressed over their heads and tightened into place loosely around the neck to hold it in place, loose enough to not restrict breatrhing but its not coming off.

Beach Shack: Main Room

You are in a simple, airy, bark and corrugated iron shack. The windows looking out towards the sea have rusty corrugated iron shutters, and are not glazed. The walls of the room you are in have numerous oil paintings on them, mostly seascapes, signed 'Piaras' There is one of Redwall abbey and the dirt path signed 'Samlen' in the corner. On one wall of the shack is a pot belly stove, lit on cold nights to fend off the cool ocean air, and also serving to cook Piaras' food as you can see by the billy can and bush oven sitting near it. There is a door on the wall to your right with a bark sign above it on which are the words, 'My bedroom' written in dark charcoal.

Exits: [G]uest [R]oom, [O]utside to [B]each

Evoc is waiting inside the shack sat on a chair dressed in his tartan still though he's removed his hat, he looks at the hares and indicates a place along opposite walls, they are quickly chained in place. Once they are there Evoc makes sure to remove any weapons they may have had on teir person, especially te younger one, once that is done he sits back to wait they should start to stir in about an hour

About a short while, there is some slight movement from Jarril as a whisker twitches slightly followed by his nose as Jarril starts to come around to at first just blackness in his vision....  Taking a bit of time for his head to work out that his eyes are shut before it clicks to remembering he has one eye and thus the brain opens the one that works as he blinks slightly, pulling at the chains instinctively.  "Ugh...  Where the bally 'ell am I?"

Evoc smiles and stands up walking over slowly with the major chained up he's got nothing to fear from powerful kicks and with the hood in place he can enjoy a nice hazy beige tinged darkness, "Good day Major Jarril, so glad you could join us, i do so hope your comfortable" the stoats dropped his accent, clipped, polite urbane words, well rounded with a slight accent of the south to his inflection.

Jarril mutters back with a slight sarcasm in his voice.  "Oh yes, I am jolly comfortable here with my feet up on a comfy foot rest.  What do ya bally well want?"

Evoc asks, "Oh nothing strenuous Major, you and Private Taye are my guests, i want us to have a nice little chit chat, there are a few things me and mine would like to learn and i couldn't risk you seeing who i might be at least this way, i can be anyone, i could be your good chum Daclon, or maybe recruit Gregorian or how about Mister Ender, get my point?""

Jarril frowns from behind the hood as he mutters back.  "Doesn't matter who ya are?  Wy ya think I am going ta say anything ta ya anyways?"  He frowns still shaking the feeling of the poison from his body.  "So ya know Daclon then I take it?  Hmmm, ya definately a vermin then.  What do ya want?"

Evoc chuckles "now normally that would be good deducting but no i do not know Daclon never met them, i could be anyone, any beast and you'll tell me what i want to know, i don't really want anything sensitive and if you want Private Taye to keep his rogusish good looks you'll answer me, i'd hate for Miyrr to be stuck with a blind, eyeless cripple and have to blame you for it"

This sets Jarril pulling on the chains regardless.  "Ya leave one paw on him and I'll kill ya, got it?!"  He keeps pulling before his knees gives him servere pain and backs down again before sighing.  "Fine, what is it that ya want ta know?"

Fortunately for Taye's constitution, the young buck doesn't begin to stir until after these comforting words of Evoc's. His head sluggishly lifts, and for a moment there is confusion at the darkness of the room. He then realizes, the material of the sack rubbing his fur the wrong way, and tries to lift his paws to remove whatever it is obscuring his vision. His paws come up short, the clink of chains coming hazily to his ears. His ears flick at Jarril's words, but he either didn't quite understand in his groggy state, or he's too confused to realize who Jarril's speaking of. "Where... Majah?"

Evoc smiles softly and pats the top of the sack condescendingly "How will you kill me? all you know is a few vermin you've never seen before dropped you, you have never seen me, never smelt me before, and i'm not even using my real voice so drop the bravado." he glances at Taye and grins wickedly enjoying himself "Ahhh Private taye good day to you my dear boy, me and your Major are just bartering for your eyes lets hope he pays thhe price"

Jarril just fumes from under the sack as he mutters under his breath some well chosen words that would make several generations past and future upon the voice that he can't see at the moment.  Although he's listening to all the words, he does begin to wonder how such someone could know a lot about them, but this leads him to frowning more.

Taye starts to come back to himself. He straightens, standing instead of hanging from the chains. He leans back into the wall, ears twitching beneath the sack. "Don't... we're not tellin' ya /anythin'/. Don't, sah." He sounds braver than he actually feels.

Evoc places the tip of a dagger against Taye's throat "Come now Private hush now were talking" he looks back at Jarril "Now i am sure you have plenty of questions but just so you know, i can find out anything, about anyone and any place, I can tell you the Regent plans to crush Mapleleaf, i can tell you who has arrived in Redwall Abbey in the last week, that Skipper Hallow is currently there visiting, The Lord Tre'Kilat has signed an alliance with the Regnecy, the Squirrel King is camped on the shores trapped and unable to retake Castle Floret from the foxes who hold it captives o you see my dear Major me and my brethen have our ears everywhere, now i want to know your plans for the bloodthirsters now you havescattered tem

Jarril just blinks from within his sack.  "Oh and here ya say ya know everything that's going on?  Doesn't sound like ya keeping up on ya end of the work, does it?"  He shrugs slightly.  "How the bally well do I know?  I ain't a bally well Colonel am I?  I take ordah's when I am told, doncha know."

Taye room-pages, "This is just me making sure: you do have IC knowledge of these events, right? Sala I can give you, with Evoc being in Halyard. Just want to make sure the other info's legite. :p".

Taye swallows as he feels the metal against his throat, and he shrinks back. But he can't help but snort at Jarril's words,  turning his head slightly towards the major without moving his neck too much. "He's just tryin' t' impress us, sah. He coulda found that stuff out easy, jus' in Halyard." Then, apparently to the faceless vermin, "How d'we know yer not makin' that stuff up?"

Evoc asks, "You don't, but you can go verify my news on Mapleleaf" he chuckles and moves over to the Major again "But then your not much of a patrol are you? its taken you how many months to finally dispose of the Bloodthirsters? I don't see you running north to defend Mapleleaf, and i didn't see you responding to the call for help when Southsward fell...why? Why are you so self centred you won't aid anyone else?""

Jarril would spit on whoever it is right now if it wasn't for the sack as he replies back.  "Sorry chap, I don't take criticism by someone that's acting like a bally scared rabbit hiding behind a bush and not wanting ta be seen."  The hare hasn't exactly answered the question at all.

Evoc simles softly "I'm sticking to my principles, watch and learn, never be seen never be heard when you wake up tomorrow morning on the beach outside your mountain you'll have no way of knowing who i am, who i work for but i will know why, why the Long Patrol abandons good beasts to death?"

Jarril rolls his eye again and shrugs.  "Oh here we go.  We come ta anyone's help and they tell us we're butting in, mind our own bally business and all that, wot."  He frowns.  "But when things get that little bit ta much for them, they come running ta us after bad mouthing us or how such a nuisance we are.  We only have so many resources and it was better than rushing off helping again and losing the mountain that we did many seasons ago.  We can't go ta every single call!"  The major pulls on the chains again.

Evoc hmms and smiles "Well now see now we are getting someplace," he sits down and leans forwards "Why do you think they say your interferring?"

Jarril doesn't reply for a moment.  "Were would ya like me ta begin?  Let's see now.  For one here I am talking ta someone who has a weird sense of hospitality that I have ever known so ya definately vermin and ya worried about how we run things?  Pah, go figure it out for yaself."

Evoc sighs and leans back "And here i thought you were meant to be noble beasts....come now Major do you really want me to have to go back to threatening the good Private?" he pauses and smiles "And there's something i don't understand you spent months being cautious about travelling up shore and downshore, and yet days after you drive them all out of their camp you go strolling about, what wuol dhave happened to you if i had been Daclon?"

Jarril grins.  "Ya not though, ya haven't got his sense of honour, at least he wouldn't hide his face from me."  He pauses and carries on.  "But I think I have ya all figured out anyways, ya just a busy body, wanting ta know everyone's bit of business but for some reason it's annoying ya that ya can't find out what is going on from within our mountain because we don't trust vermin at all."  He sniffs slightly.  "And I've been strolling about ever since that group showed up, thought ya knew everything?  Doesn't sound like that ta me."

Evoc smiles and shakes his head refusing to rise to the bite "Well Jarril my dear dear hare you can think what yu want but your are right about one thing your mountain is an enigma indeed"

Jarril sneers from behind the sack.  "Wot, ta much of a challenge was it?  Why don't ya ask the others why we're such a nuisance ta them when we come ta help them out.  Ya know, the frier at the abbey complains we eat ta much, though that frier couldn't run ta save his or her fat life if it depended on it.  But ya have ta go and ask them yaselves, why ask us?"

Evoc chuckles "I'm not interested in Redwall that place is bad luck you even look at it funny and the entire countery shows up, whhat i am interested in Major is you and your hares, you'd be surprised jjust how much i am learning from our little talk. I mean you folded the moment i threatened your precious Private."

Jarril mutters.  "We're not all like that.  Just bring ya group ta our mountain and see how we fold up...  We fold up a pike right up ya..."  He bites his lower lip in frustration.

Evoc chortles and stands up "Yes i can see that, i know just how much of a threat you would pose if you ever learnt who we are, where we are my threat analysis will be favoured in your defence," he moves up to taye and leans in close, his body heat radiating into the hares "Of course after your battle you'll need to rush your recruits through again"

Taye is stunned into silence as Jarril answers Evoc. He leans back aginst the wall, shaking his head slowly. It takes him almost an entire conversation before he finds his voice, and it is when Evoc leans in close to him. "Sah! We're not even s'posed t' even give our names 'n' ranks!" He pauses, confused. "That's what ya always told me..." He shakes his head slowly,.

Jarril doesn't care, his prospects in the patrol had gone to shot anyways.  The thought of being responsible for Taye losing his eyes wasn't on the major's agenda right now and he wasn't in the mood for Taye either.  "Private, shut the bally 'ell up!"

Evoc chuckles "Oh don't worry Private, i already knew who you were, shall i send your left or right eye to Miyrr first?"

Jarril frowns as he turns his head to Taye.  "He knows all about us, I wouldn't be bally well surprised if we haven't said hello ta the bally 'astard on the street or elsewhere."  He frowns, muttering.  "Give me some credit here..."  Turning his head back to where the voice is.  "Besides, can't blame him, probably couldn't fight a single hare one on one so he's resorted ta bally well scared tactics and spying.  Yellow backed, slimy toad of a..."  The major goes into some well chosen bad words.

Evoc sighs and pricks his dagger into Taye's hood pressing it slowly so the point pokes through "Hmmm you can join your one eyed lass for that i think" he looks across the at the Major and shakes his head "And no you've never spoken to me before hare, and as for fighting you, i beat two hares single pawed and unarmed last summer, way up north"

At Evoc's words, Taye strains forward against his chains. "Miyrr lost an eye fer the patrol; she'd be proud o' me! Yer not scarin' me!"

As the hood tents in with the tip of blade, however, his words halt, mid-choke. He manages to recover, swallowing past a sudden, panicky lump in his throat. "... You c'n do whatevah ya want - ya took us like a coward. But whatevah ya do t' us, the Patrol will do t' ya twice. Doesn't mattah what the Majah says - the Patrol's honorable, 'n' they /will/ find ya..." His words are /just/ this side of quavering, though, and his hood is shaking from the quiver in his ears.

Evoc chuckles softly and the blade tip slides in closer "Will you? you'll be able to track us back here from an empty beach infront of the mountain? i don't intend to leave any tracks and this weather will aide us in obliterating all signs of you, even if you do find were we are, i will be long long gone"

Taye swallows, head pressed to the wall behind him as far as it can. "... Yes. You c'n say that all ya want, but the Patrol has the best trackahs in all the land." Psh. This is what comes of filling the poor kid's head with all that propaganda! XD

Evoc sighs and withdraws the dagger and removes a dart from his belt pouch "really, then how come you never knew i was here? that my beasts are here? How come you don't know where Seven is? Hmmm if you ave the best trackers you'll know that and have rescued him, sleep well now Taye" he presses the dart into the bucks paw.

Without a chance to retort, Taye grunts at the feeling of the dart going into his paw. The higher dosage quickly knocks him out.

Jarril doesn't say anything at all, the major feeling like he's failed everything now. He just puts his head down dejectadly.

Evoc knocks Jarril out with the same dosage of poison and after spending the time to shave their ears removing all the fur, leaving them bald has his beasts ship them away down shore to dump them still in their chains on the beach before the mountain, the night covering their movements allowing them to leave them and retreat, erasing their tracks