Redwall(You don't have to read the books, I'll lay down guidelines)

[Morgoth]

"We are beasts of Redwall Abbey", said Mathias.

 

[Necromencer2]

" Well thats nice", replied Trochiad.

OCC: By the way, in case anyone is wondering, my name is pronounced [Tro-she-ad]

IC: Shaking the mouses paw, Trochiad looked around the abbey. It was a peaceful place that looked like it could be well defended in a siege. His expert nose picked up the fresh scent of baked scones. " By the way, you don't happen to have any good tucker lyin about, do ya matey?", asked Trochiad innocently.

 

[Morgoth]

"Actually, we're in the middle of a feast. You can still catch some food, though", said Mathias.

 

[Necromencer2]

"Feast", yelled Trochid!"Well why did you bloomin say so matey", said the hare. His mouth was now watering and, putting his nose in the air, he ran in a headlong dash for the kitchens.

 

[Morgoth]

Mathias smiled and shook his head at the unsupressable hare.

 

[Imoen]

Cornflower

OOC: I adore these books! I hope you don't mind.

IC:
Scampering up the path that lead from the gates of the Abbey, was a young pretty little fieldmouse. The lovely honey color of her fur lending reason to her name, Cornflower. Pausing half-way up along the path, her eyes froze upon the sight of Matthias and a pink tinge colored the skin underneath the sleek clean fur of her face. Her whiskers twitched nervously and she adjusted her approach to a calm, slow walk. She casually smoothed the front of her pinafore with her wee paw and edged her way past Matthias with an embarrassed smile. "G'day Matthias. Excuse me, just a wee bit late." She slipped quickly past him and made her way with haste into the hallowed halls of the Abbey.

 

[Morgoth]

Mathias doubted that abyone else was arriving, so he closed the gates, and walked inside. He sat down with the elders, and began laughing as some moles tried to quench the flavor of some Shrimp' an' Hotroot soup they had just unwittingly eaten.