And then there were three

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

The skipper handed Ashstripe a bag of the Reddust. "For the best effect mate....you'll want to aim fer the upper chest...Experience shows thats the spot that will make it spread the most... You want Undertaker to throw it? Just thought you might want to throw it though...in case ya' wanna get used to it ya know..." he said placing his haversack on the table in front of them. The entire bag had what looked like at least 30 of these small bags in it. Celeron bend down over the bag and sniffed before he raised his head and began coughing and taking a swig of the brownish liquid. "It burns....I like it...."

[Ashstripe]

Ashstripe frowned and brushed the sack away quickly, he didn't quite trust in something such as this. "Ye take the honors." He replied hastily. He was simply one to never fathom the intricate devices of life, if he couldn't see how something did what it did; he would doubt it and not understand it, which usually lead to fear in some cases.

Sarge trembled slightly he knew he wasn't going to like this but if he could calm Celeron and prevent further attacks, he'd go through with it.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"Okay fine...Celeron you show him." Celeron took it in his paws with haste, like a dibbun with a cookie. He grinned and squinted an eye aiming at Sarges chest. For the added effect of pain...they tended to put rocks in the bag as well...luckily for sarge he got the bag with the added effect... he threw it immediately grabbing another as a reflex.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge closed his eyes tightly, he was probably going to experience a world of pain if Celeron was this glad to attempt something such as this. The bag hit his gut, he felt winded for a second Ha, that wasn't so bad.. but then he felt a burning sensation, it wouldn't stop nor would it ease.
"Arrgh! Wotcha blinkin' do t'me! Wot? Flamin' otter!" He tried his best to brush the powder off him futilely all the while Ashstripe observing with keen interest.

"I take it that it can be washed off with water?" Ashstripe inquired suddenly, seemingly un-phased at the fact that Sarge was in total agony. He was concerned, but he refused to show it, he also would bring the hellgates themselves to the Mountain should this little test run take a wrong turn.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

Celeron began aiming with another bag but the Skipper held up paw. He turned towards the badger ignoring the hare dancing about. "Correct you are mate! The only way to begin the pain easing process in with the contents in this bottle." he said holding up a small, glass, clear, bottle with the brownish contents inside. "Good stuff this is mate...Oh but the Reddust....aye...this stuff kills....it does really!...it may not be lethal... but it can drive one to do the unthinkable... " he said making a cut-throat sign across his neck. He gave the bottle to Celeron who began to raise it above his head as if to throw it as the hare.

[Ashstripe]

Raising an eyebrow suddenly Ashtripe seemed quite fascinated at the contents of the bottle, that wasn't what he described as water. He shrugged inside, it didn't matter; his question was answered. The otters held the only known antidote by the looks of it.
He gave a slight grunt and observed the scene further, Sarge was indeed in some sort of unthinking agony.
"Ye should end 'is sufferin'.." Ashstripe replied after a few moments of keen examination.

"Good thinkin' sirrah!" Came Sarge's reply, in between the fits of scratching.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

Celeron grinned as he walked over to the hare. He grabbed him by the throat. "Stop moving or I'll break this over your head..." he said threateningly as he raised it over his head. He opened the bottle, taking a swig out of it before pouring a medium amount over the Hare's head. He opened his mouth snapping it shut inches from sarges face and pushed him back.

"Tha' sting will begin to leave in a few minutes...no worry mate....Want me ta make ye up a few bundles o' sacks of it?" he asked.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge winced as Celeron drew closer and held him in position and let the cool brown liquid spill over himself, the itching faded slowly. He fell back clumsily and scrambled away quickly, he wasn't going to stay another second here in the presence of that crazed otter. "Blinkin' sea-wallopers.." he muttered as he ran out of ear-shot.

Ashstripe nodded at Skipper's offer,
"Go ahead, make as many as ye deem necessary fer a horde beyond tae size of ten thousand.." He replied quickly, dismissing it all with his paws, he wasn't sure of the exact nature of this new 'weapon' or how it should be used. Therefore he saw it best to leave the otter's to their own devices.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"Heh....We'll make as many as need ta' mate! Dontcha' worry mate." he said with slap to the badger's back that was surprisingly hard for an otter. He began to walk to the door. "Oh matey..." he said turning back to the Badger lord. " About yer history records..... Don't suppose I can take a peek at em eh? Can I see tha'...er...Forge is it?"

[Ashstripe]

"If ye can locate the records and if ye can read, go ahead." Ashstripe regained his composure from the unexpected blow quickly, he should have seen that coming; these are otters after all, jovial as if not more then the hares.

He frowned slightly, the Forge was his Quarters, though they weren't exactly private; contrary to his preference. But never having a corner to call his own was nothing new to the Badger. He simply nodded in response and approval, "Ye may see mine Forge." He replied a few moments later. After all, The Skipper had done him the courtesy of asking. As opposed to the hare's approach.