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OOC: Join forces. That's what I put him in here for. He has the largest army of land vermin(10,000) ever assembled. But, what he needs are some good corsairs. But now, if you join, not only will you get your life and plunder, but also, that's right, a bonus, you Akamara gets to rule with him! That's right, they get their lives, plunder, and a ruling hand! That's three bonuses. And for what you may ask? Well, it's free, that is correct sirs and mams, free!
 
As the corsair ship sailed closer, Akamara noticed a black mass covering the ground in front of Salamandastron. It moved across the land slowly, moving around to encircle the great mountain. She cautiously steered away, making sure not to rush into anything dangerous. However, as the ship drew in a good piece away from the mass, it showed itself to be an immense vermin horde. Ripnose shivered. "I don't like the looks of that, cap'n." "Who asked you to like anything, rat?"Akamara sneered. "You beach our liddle tub right up there, then take Notail, Slashclaw and Lousegrip an' scout out the land. Hurry back now!"
Muttering and grouching, the 3 weasels slid into the sea with the steersrat.


Meanwhile, back at the Abbey the feast was going full swing.
Darin Whitepaw showed himself to be among the best at scoffing, stuffing the food down his face as he rushed to beat the hungry Salamandastron crew, who were washing their paws in the pond.

Back at the shore, the 4 corsairs reported back to Akamara. "It seems to be a great horde, milady, an-"
"I already know that," she snapped. "Gerron wiv it!" Ripnose hurridly took over. " An' the leader seems to be a whacking great beastrat, name of Damug Warfang. He's pretty tough looking, but that army of 'is ain't- we could'a taken them over right now. Half the senries asleep, the great buffons, and no proper grub anywheres."
"Hmm, I could use this Damug Warfang..." She whirled on the 4 seascum. "Tell the crew to put proper edges on their blades, Ripnose. Notail, get Scratchear to lay out me battle cloak and helmet. An the rest of you,- have a good sleep, matey's, there's killing to be done tomorrers!" The corsairs grinnned, then scuttled off into the night. Meanwhile, Akamara laid plans. She herself would deal with Damug.


[Edited by Saratoga on 01-17-2001 at 07:40 PM]
 
The arrivals from Salamandastron washed their paws quickly in the Abbey pond, as sounds of the feast filtered out from Great Hall windows. "My dear chap, come ON, no use in missing all the tucker, wotwot!" A friendly hare called Sandrim waved at his badger Lord from the big door which marked the entrance into Great Hall, the common dining area.
Lord Brocktree laughed, dropped his bar of soap, and ran up the steps and into the hall, knocking over two moles as he went. "Ho burr aye, that 'un syurr waints 'is dinur!" "He better not eat it all! I waint summ rabserry crem pudden, I do!" Lord Brocktree popped his head out from behind the door. " Raspberry cream pudding, you say? Mmmm, sounds great! My, we Badger Lords sure have great appetites! See you two slowpokes inside!" He vanished once more. Hurriedly the moles got up and ran inside. "That 'un 'll eat all yur rabyerrie pudden, Diggum! Cummon!"

A rose sunrise was peeping over the horizon the next morning at Salamandastron beach, as Akamara and her troops waded ashore. Decked out to kill, they looked the proper corsairs. Akamara was wearing her blood-red cloak trimmed with green seabird feathers, which contrasted nicely with her outfit. The crew all had a long jagged sword, but each also carried a dagger thrust into his or her belt. Some even had bows and quivers strapped on their back. They were fearsome, to say the least. They marched straight up the shore, stopping at the camp of Damug Warfang. There they stood as the sun came up, archers with shafts nocked to the string, all the rest with swords out and daggers at paw.

Damug awoke.
 
Skippoer of Otters moved into the Great Hall and surveyed the sumptuos feast before him, "Fear not me hearties" he chuckled "I stand ready to defend mossflower honour and outeat the Hares" raising his blunt snout to the various delicious odours he dragged in a great lungful and tried to pull out a particular scent from amongst the plethora of other odours. Suddenly he caught it and moved dreamily in the direction of a great cauldron"MMMm... hotroot"
 
Darin sat at the table and watched everyone as he ate, more like engulfed his food. It was going down in such a pace that it looked like he was sucking it up.

When he looked around he saw that everyone was there and it made him wonder, what would happen if someone would attack. But then he remembered his food that still sat infront of him and started to eat again.
 
OOC thanks, soory to be rude but not much point in playing if others decide my actions
 
its ok, i am just wanting to play but Morgoth won't do anything and i have no idea what to do with Damug. I am all set up for a confrontation with damug but Damug won't do anything!!! grrr
 
OMG. Morgoth, if I had the time I would so join this thread. The Redwall series by Brian Jacqes is among one of my favorites. Although I truly think my favorite character of all would be Constance. teehee
 
OOC: Sorry, all. Busy, very busy. dancinvixen, you can be anyone you like.

IC: Damug awoke with a start and grabbed his sword. He quickly got dressed and wallked outside. "Idiot sentries!!" he snarled. "Why didn't you wake me up? Sleeping all night and day, eh? After I find out what the corsairs want, I'll deal with you quickly enough!!" he roared before walking fearsomely to Akamara. "Who in Dark Forest are you??!!"he asked.
 
Akamara was waiting for Damug. She noticed the tell-tale movement in the tent, and rapped out quiet orders to her corsairs. In a trice they had the tent surrounded, while the vermin horde snored blissfully on. As Damug burst out, three archers lowered their arrows to point directly at the Warlord, while 5 stoats with spears jumped up. Akamara swaggered up to Damug. "Well well, wot 'ave we 'ere? Looks like the mighty horde ain't so mighty as they look!" Damug, completely caught off guard, gritted out, "What do you want? Who are you? " "Me name is The Dreaded Akamara, Captain to Nightfang an' Deathclaw, Rulers of the Western Waves and Emperors of All Lands Beyond. And I'll tell you what I want, its your army!" "WHAT?" Damug was furious. He raised his paw, and an arrow thudded into the ground, narrowly missing his cheek. ""Now now, keep yer fur on. All I want is half, an' Captain's ranks for my crew. Murderers and killers all, and a whole lot better than that measly excuse for a horde you got snorin' out there. Me, I get the quantity of yer forces, an' you get the quality of my corsairs to whip some shape into these half-baked vermin. That'll make a real horde out of this skimpy excuse for an army!" Damug lowered his paw. "You're a real shrewd beast, Akamara. Come into my tent, and we will talk." Akamara waved to her archers, and they put down their bows. She walked jauntily into the tent, with Ripnose scuttling behind her.
 
"Wait a second", he said. "Put down all your weapons. And Ilsad, come here. You bring your captain and I'll bring mine", he continued as a huge weasel, by far larger than Damug walked out. In one hand he clutched a spear larger than a ballista bolt. In the other was a battle axe that could cut an oak in half with one swing. "Ilsad, put down your weapons and come into my tent. Oh, and Akamara, tell your corsairs to stand down", he added before the 2 leaders and 2 captains walked into the tent.
 
Akamara

She looked at the huge creature, then nodded. Her corsairs, backed off cautiously.
She walked inside the tent and sat down.
 
The two leaders sat across from each ohter in an uneasy truce. "Well, stoat, what do you want?" asked Damug again.
 
Akamara

"I said, I want your army. we can join forces and go east. I've heard of a great Abbey there, but I need a horde to help me take it. Here are my terms. You command jointly with me. My crew gets to be Commanders., or something along that line. I will choose 5 of them to be captains, and the rest will be lower commanders. You still hold your place as leader, but I have a say in everything. You want my crew because they are experienced veterans with a real sense of leadership. But they are obedient also. In short, they're real soldiers. And then we march east!"
 
"You're a smart one, Akamara. I agree, as long as I get 5 captains of my choice as well", said Damug, a dangerous glint seeping into his eye.
 
OOC: Sorry I haven't posted for a while.... is it alright if I get a summary just so I know what is going on please.
 
OOC: Who says it's bad to read a lot of stupid sounding threads? Anyway, mostly it's been centered around the Rapscallions and corsairs. The corsairs wanted to join Damug Warfang. He agreed for joint leadership. They have just agreed on it.
 
Darin stood up and almost dropped back into his seat. He had had so much food that he felt completely stuffed. He finally got up and walked out of the abbey to get some fresh air as he thought that he needed it. As soona as he was out of the abbey he let out a great belch and was startled by a voice, "Do you mind not doing that."
 
Damug walked outside and walked before the assembled army, Ilad at his side. After them, came Akamara with Ripnose. "Rapscallions and corsairs, Akamara and I have forged a pact. This pact joins us into one fighting force, the Corscallions!" he bellowed. After his last words, a huge cheer went up from the camp.
 
Character Stats:
Name:Trochiad Bladesinger(hare)
Arms: Twin scimitars
Armour: Light plate with chainmail gloves and under vest
personality: Fearless, hard and savage. Almost never kind
Class:Rouge (vermin hunter)
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Trochiad surveyed the large Abbey building that lay directly south of his camp. It looked quite peaceful, though peace was something he did not know. Brushing his wiskers, he strode toward it."The blighters have built a bloomin castle in a huge forest wot wot", he murmered to himself. With a purposful air about him he walked towards the Abbeyof Redwall.
 
OOC: Glad to have you.

IC: An abbeybeast ran up to Mathias and whispered into his ear. He got up and quickly charged outside. He saw the hare and smiled to him. "Be ye friend or foe?" asked Mathias gently.
 
Looking the warrior mouse up and down, the perlious hare chuckled for a half-second and then replied sharply,"That all depends on you matey, for I am Trochiad Bladesinger, Slayer of Vermin and famous ferret hunter. I hail from the mountins to the north and not seen a day of peace since me mum and pater were slaughtered in a Searat and Corsair raid. A few seasons later I found the blighters glouting over the spoils of a raid. I fell upon them, me and my fighters of Bladsinger's Bloodthirsty Band! We faught with tooth and claw and in the end every vermin was down but only me and me top vole and best mate Valince Windrider, the finest flail wielder on this side of the great waters! Unfortunity, he fell sick with dry ditch fever and I buried him at the sight of the battle. Now here I am, alone and armed, ready to die with the corpses of friends and foes alike lyin around me..."
 
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