The assasination of time((Killing Time))

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"Thats what happens when you mess with me!" Said the otter, talking to himself and stepping backwards out of the forest onto the hot sandy dunes, The heat instantly burning his footpaws. "Wohaha!" he shouted jumping about stepping back into the shade. The otter fell backward grabbing his footpaws, blowing on them to relieve the pain. He looked back out staring at the heat-waves that showed themselves over the distance. He looked back at his footpaws morphing his mouth in a questionable way in thought. He reached into his haversack pulling out two dishcloths which he used for eating(he was the only one smart enough to carry them) and tied them to his paws. Standing up, he walked back out onto the dunes, still hot but less painful. He started the climb up the dunes occasionally muttering somthing silly or random for fun to pass the time along. Once at the top he almost felt relief until he saw another one directly in front of it. He sighed dropping his shoulders and falling to his knees and rolling down the dunes. He began the accent again this time getting even hotter and even sweating and becoming delusional. He reached the top spotting somthing in the distance. It was Salamandastron! But he didnt know himself. "Look at that...Look at that!!! Look at that Tree! Look at that big, huge, shady, tree! He shouted starting at a run, throwing out his arms running at full speed. "Bahaha!" he stopped 200 yards from the mountain becoming hazed. He began to lean back and forth, swaying side to side before falling over and hitting his head on a rock passing out from the heat.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge had fallen asleep under the heat, as it was a natural reaction for him. But the shouts had roused him from his peaceful snooze, causing him to curse under his breath and rise to his feet on the wall-tops.
"If this is another one of Breezer's flamin' trick's I'll..." He didn't bother to finish his oath/threat as he opened the gates and began a light jog to where he had felt the disturbance emerged from.

"Blinkin' boilin' today wot wot!" He cried in pain, he was used to the dunes but today was something out of the ordinary. He continued his brisk pace for some time, funny, there didn't appear to be anyone around; must be getting old and crazy. He shrugged and turned, having worked up a sweat from a simple exercise, he began to run. Only to have his foot hit something unexpected, causing him to fall in a sprawling heap.
"Flamin' rocks! Jolly bad show wot!" He yelped in pain as he rose slowly, he observed his little 'rock' more carefully; it was an otter!
"Get some chaps out 'ere wot! We gots wounded!" He examined the otter more closely, he seemed to be alive still.

"Pore chap, dehydration doncha know?" He muttered to himself as he reached for his gourd and poured some water over the otter's face.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

The water didn't wake him, for he was already used to the fell of water on his fur, being a Sea otter.

((Short...but theres not much else I can do eh?))

[Toriphess]

Maken jogged out to where Sarge had stopped. "What's all the commotion, wot?" He looked closer at the body Sarge was kneeled over. "Well, It's a bloomin' otter. Wot's he doin' way out here near the jolly old fortress?" He blinked in confusion and kneeled next to Sarge. "Best bring him to the boss, eh? He doesn't look all that good." The hare set a shoulder underneath the otter's neck and started to lift him up.

[Ashstripe]

"Aye, good call m'boy." Sarge replied approvingly as he placed himself under the otter's other arm, he nearly buckled under the weight but Sarge wasn't going to let anyone catch on to that, otherwise they'd accuse him of being old again.

"Forrr-ward! March!" He cried out with a grin. Sarge just couldn't help but turn this into drill practice somehow.
"We better take 'im t'th' jolly ol' Infirmary wot? Not much in a state t'speak with 'is Lordship now is 'e?" He smiled again as he heaved slightly.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

The otter was beginning to come around. "Eh'? Whats wot?...Gah...." he said shaking his head back and forth.

[Ashstripe]

"Take it easy ol' chap." Sarge chided quickly, he ushered the otter forward ever more quickly. "Open the bally gates!" He cried, the cry was echoed several times until it eventually reached the gate-keeper. With much cursing and effort the rusted old chains eventually creaked into motion and the old oaken gates swung open.

"Let's get th' river-walloper inside eh?" He grinned to Makon as they began to enter the cooler depths of the Mountain.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"River walla-...notta..river...er.." he said slipping in and out of consciousness. Blood began to drip from his head wound from the rock. "Notta river....Skipper....Tha' sea..."

[Toriphess]

Maken looked to Sarge. "Didja hear that? He said Skipper. Do you suppose this otterfellow could be him?" He jogged beside the older veteran hare as they ushered their charge up stone steps. The infirmary doors loomed large in front of them, and Maken freed one arm and pounded on the door. "Open the bally door, wot! We got an invalid that needs some bloomin' healing. Open up already, chaps!" He shifted the otter higher up on his shoulder and tapped his footpaw irritably.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

Suddenly something clicked within the otter's mind waking him up. "Ugh...what the...ha! Put me down!" he said scrambling madly from the hare's grip, pushing and shoving back and forth till he was loose. He fell to the ground and quickly scrambled to his feet. He quickly got up against a wall, leaning as close as he could to it breathing heavily and looking at the two. "What is this....Where am I!?...Ow!" he said grabbing his head before falling to his knees.

[Toriphess]

"Whoa there otter-chap. You are now in the jolly old mountain fortress. More precisely, in front of the infirmary. Me and Sarge found you on the sand doncha' know. You have a nasty wound there, and it is our solomn duty to get it patched up." Maken grinned broadly and held out a paw. "I myself am named Maken Viah. That old feller next to me is Sarge." He looked at the otter expectantly. "Now, who are you?"

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

He kept bent down. "Im ...uh...Im the Skipper Of Sea Otters best mate, Blade." he said taking the offered paw. He stepped backward when he was on his feet trying to regain his balance.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge adjusted his spectacles ruefully as he often did whilst feeling uneasy, but the feeling faded with a good paw-shake. He grabbed the offer with both of his paws and shook furiously, with a smile to compliment,
"Pleased t'meet ye Blade wot? Name's plain ol' Sarge like young Maken says eh?" He eventually released and adjusted his spectacles once more, "So wot brings ye 'round these parts? Uneasy times doncha know?"

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"I uh...the Skipp went to a place called...uh...Redwall...I got bored so I left tha' ship and...decided I'd go taunt somebeast...Found a rat....and also found it was a bad idea...he had friends...." he sighed again loosing balance and falling backward. "Well Its almost magical what 'eh throw of an axe to branch can do eh? Luckily it was a dead tree so the entire tree fell over on a few of em which scared em off...I wander how tha' skip is...He shouldn't wander on his own due to his old war injury...He could go blind at any time!" He said almost fainting.

[Toriphess]

Maken sighed. "I suppose we had better get a message to this Skipper chap. I wonder, is Alaris in the mountain?" He thought about this, and the door opened behind him. A severe looking hare in a green tunic glared at them.
"What's with all the bally noise? We got patients in here that need their sleep." Maken left off from his ponderings.
"We have an otter here that needs help. Took you chaps long enough to open the door, wot!" He looked past him to a hare-maid fixing a hare's sling.
"Marielle!" She looked up, and a glint of recognition sparked in her eyes.
"Maken, wot are you doing up here?"
"We got an otter with a torn head, but that's not wot i want. Can you tell me if that rogue Alaris is in the mountain?"
She nodded."He is. Last i saw, he was in the mess hall. His appetite almost rivals ours!" She grinned broadly, and so did Maken.
"Thanks Marielle." He turned to sarge. "I'll get busy taking care of the message, and you can take care of this otter, wot." The hare bounded down the stairs and charged to the mess hall.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge nearly swore if it wasn't in his good nature to maintain a polite and gentle-beast image at the sudden increase in weight,
"Oomph! Who knew y'river walloper's could be so 'eavy!" He panted, but that was probably his age getting him down as it often did.
"Thanks a bunch m'boy wot?" He muttered, his spectacles hanging on the edge of his nose with him powerless to adjust.

"Well, let's get 'im in eh? Ol' gel?" He eventually piped up after much inward cursing.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

((Someone go ahead and post again...I have no Idea what to post))

[Ashstripe]

((I'm in the same boat as you are. Wait for Torpihess.))

[Toriphess]

The stern hare looked down at the otter. "Bloody gates! What happened to you, old chap? Here," The infermary head shrugged the otter's arm onto his own shoulder, then turned back to the open door."Marielle! Get a bed ready for our guest here. Dressing for his wound as well. There's a good lass." The hare started through the door, but was intterupted as Maken almost ran right into the trio.

Maken laughed. "Sorry 'bout that old chaps. Alaris is off with his message, and now I am back here to help."

The infermary head grunted."Why don't you make yourself useful? Help Marielle with the preperations. Sarge and I will get this otter inside. Now hop to it, wot!"

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"Is there anythin' ya'd like me ta' do?" he asked still bleeding from the head, jostling around nervously.