What could it mean? ((OPEN))

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((OOC: Heads up this is a continuation of Swimming fun which is a continuation of Panic at the abbey! Amazing! Anyway why is it that this there are no threads at the Redwall Library? What madness!))

Leander had finished jotting down the message Martin had delivered to him, but it was very cryptic. Leaning back in a chair he had pulled out, Leander looked around the library which had been filled with historical accounts from years long before he was even born. Through the window, evening light trickled in, just barely illuminating the room.

Today had been a rather extraordinary day for Leander. He met Travioso Trueflight, heard Martin the Warrior, and learned how to belly flop. Now that he had taken a moment to relax, Leander could see he was quite jittery. Turning to his new friend Travi, Leander decided to ask him if he could recall anything Martin told him.

"H-hey, Travi?" he asked, "can you-er- remember what Martin told you?"

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((Ooc: There used to be a thread in there, and it was pretty big too, but it ended a while back and then things got cleaned.))

Limping up and down the large old shelves in the Abbey Library brought back many memories to Travioso, some good and some bad. As his paw brushed over the bindings of books and the ends of scrolls he smelled dust, old paper and fresh ink. He also smelled the deep sent of the pine and oak shelves with a hint of smoke.

A shiver ran up Travi's spine. Smoke, fire, white weasel, blood...NO! No..He shook his head, his long fur flopping back and forth over his eyes. No..Not now.

Ever since the incident a while back, Travi generally kept a fair distance from the Library. He never had much need for it anyways, seeing as he didn't find much excitement in reading, but the memories were too harsh, he just couldn't. Thankfully however, most of the records were saved from the flames. Only the shelves burned a bit along with a couple scrolls and the edges of books, but the scrolls that were burned were thankfully newer so they were easily replaced.

Now as Travi limped through the isles, his cane back at a table with Leander who sat scribbling away his message from Martin, Travi took a deep breath. Not now, he could be calm. He just needed a few books.

Reaching up to a shelf, Travi pulled out a book bound in brown leather with gold embossed letters on the front. He knew that book very well, not have read it, but lived it. It was his story. His adventure. Travi however, did not write it. The recorder decided it would be better for Travi to say it aloud so it could be written down, for Travioso's handwriting was rather atrocious and his spelling less then adequate. Travi could write mind you, just not very well, but he didn't really mind.

Limping a little further, he pulled out two scrolls and another book. He had read bits and pieces of the scrolls and most of the book, but not all. He wasn't exactly sure if these books would help, but they might.

Dust particles danced in the sunbeams of the window as Travi limped back to the table, Leander still writing away. Travi set the books down and eased himself on to a moss covered bench with a slight groan. His foot was starting to ache a bit. It hadn't been used with such vigor in a while and was ready for a rest.

Picking up his book, Travi began to flip through the pages, memories flooding his mind as he saw sketches, diagrams and words he remembered.

Travi's memories were interrupted when Leander questioned him.

"H-hey, Travi?" he asked, "can you-er- remember what Martin told you?"

Travioso looked up from his book, looked back down and realized ironically, he was on the very page with the message on it. Sighing, he passed the book to Leander to see. "Remember, aye Ah remember. Buts, not in da ways ye t'inks. See, Martin, well, spoke t'roug' mea, but too mea at the same time, sa I dan't really remember the moment 'e spoke. ah...Ah blacked out."

"Buts w'en ah was told w'at Ah 'ad said later, it was as if 'e did say it ta mea and ah ne'er forget it since." Staring off at the wall, Travi recited his message as clear as day, a voice ringing in his mind echoing his words.

"Listen naw son o' da sea
Take 'eed o' w'at Ah tell to ye
Da Beast o' yer nig't
Be alive an' ready ta fig't
Da Lord o' da Mountain is o' need
'Asten ta 'im wit' da up most speed
Bring along dye soil friend
W'ose trust will follow ye till de end
Let yer arrer fly true
It’s time ta travel da world anew"
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[Promatera]

((OOC: This post is long overdue! Sorry about that!))

Leander listened in awe as the otter recited Martin's words. Although he was not exactly sure what it had meant, that was not for him to know.

"W-wow," Leander replied. "D-did you understand it the first time you...er...heard it?"

Leander had begun to worry that Martin's words may never be revealed to him. Looking at what he had written, only the first two line made any real sense and what they foretold frightened him.

"When I look at what Martin...uh... told me," he stammered, "I am not quite sure what it means at all. At least the first two lines make sense, b-but..."

Fear had gripped Leander's tongue so he struggled to finish, "I-I have to leave the abbey?"

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((Ooc: It's okay Promatera. I'm sorry this one took a while to come as well. ))

"W-wow," Leander replied. "D-did you understand it the first time you...er...heard it?"

Travioso flipped through the book, his eyes scanning the maps, sketches and memories all recorded in ink and charcoal. He thought about the question and skimmed back a few pages to where the explanation was recorded. "Well, Ah..naw. Parts o' it were easy ta figure. Ah knew Ah 'ad ta go, w'o Ah was ta be a fig'tin' and w'o be a needin' mea 'elp, but 'ow ah was supposed ta be doin' all dat, ah couldn't 've told ye."

"When I look at what Martin...uh... told me," he stammered, "I am not quite sure what it means at all. At least the first two lines make sense, b-but..."

Fear had gripped Leander's tongue so he struggled to finish, "I-I have to leave the abbey?"

Shrugging, Travi replied. "It was soundin' like it mate. Ye said yerself ye were ichin' ta be goin' weren't ye?" Leaning forward, Travi looked at the paper on which Leander had written his message. "Aye, da first two lines spell it out fur ye mate. But ye s'ouldn't start a panickin', he said not too. See down 'ere." Travi pointed to the forth line down. "If Ah pay enoug' attechion in Abbey sc'ool, furbowdin' means like worry ur fear. An' he's tellin' ye not too."

"Alsaw by da look o' it, yer lookin' fur somebeast. An' yer supposed ta bring dem back ta da Abbey. Ah dan't knaw w'o. Can't make 'ide nor tail o' dat actor-riv'reye stuff. Guess ye'll find dat out w'en ye meets dem." He said, leaning back to his original sitting position. Leander's message didn't seem too bad. He seemed only to have to find somebeast and bring them back here to the Abbey. At least he didn't have to fight a war...


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"Well, Ah..naw. Parts o' it were easy ta figure. Ah knew Ah 'ad ta go, w'o Ah was ta be a fig'tin' and w'o be a needin' mea 'elp, but 'ow ah was supposed ta be doin' all dat, ah couldn't 've told ye."

Leander nodded. At least he wasn't completely hopeless. However, it still meant he had to leave the abbey.

"It was soundin' like it mate. Ye said yerself ye were ichin' ta be goin' weren't ye?" Leaning forward, Travi looked at the paper on which Leander had written his message. "Aye, da first two lines spell it out fur ye mate. But ye s'ouldn't start a panickin', he said not too. See down 'ere." Travi pointed to the forth line down. "If Ah pay enoug' attechion in Abbey sc'ool, furbowdin' means like worry ur fear. An' he's tellin' ye not too."

Travi was right. Leander had been meaning to leave the abbey, but he had not left the safety it offered since he arrived years ago. He shuddered at the thought of entering Mossflower. He just needed to stop worrying. That was it. Yet for some reason it did not seem as simple.

"Alsaw by da look o' it, yer lookin' fur somebeast. An' yer supposed ta bring dem back ta da Abbey. Ah dan't knaw w'o. Can't make 'ide nor tail o' dat actor-riv'reye stuff. Guess ye'll find dat out w'en ye meets dem." He said, leaning back to his original sitting position.

"Y-you're right," he nodded. He took a deep breath. "I'm just worrying too much," he chuckled nervously. Returning his attention to Martin's message, he shuddered again with the war the second line implied.

"I-it says I'll be leaving while there is some sort of war..." he added. "W-will there really be a war?"

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"Y-you're right," he nodded. He took a deep breath. "I'm just worrying too much," he chuckled nervously.

Travioso sighed as he leaned back in his seat. Obviously, calming down was not one of Leander's strong suits, but Travi wasn't going to complain. He wasn't the best at it either, especially when he lost control, and the last thing he wanted to do was tell that to Leander. So he kept his mouth shut.

"I-it says I'll be leaving while there is some sort of war..." he added. "W-will there really be a war?"

Looking back down at his book, Travi flipped to the diagrams of the troop formation. It was all there, the total count of warriors, the method of attack, and the total loss...Closing his eyes, Travi shook his head.

War...it was such a dirty word..

"Ah dan't knaw mate. Ah just dan't knaw.."He replied, shutting his book and setting it aside. He didn't want to think about it, no, not now...

((Ooc: This post it rather short and horribly over due, I'm sorry about that Promatera. Very sorry.))



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"Ah dan't knaw mate. Ah just dan't knaw.."

He shuddered as Travi said that. It felt as though he and Travi were in the same boat. Ever since the night his tribe was attacked, Leander avoided conflict and to even suggest that a war could be stirring was alarming to him. Even though he was leaving, Leander knew that Redwall could be forever changed by it. Change was the last thing he ever wanted. Why couldn't things just stay as they were for all time?

Suddenly a growling stomach alerted Leander to the fact that he was hungry. Perhaps some food would help him think. He had had enough of Martin's cryptic words for now anyway.

"I-I wonder if dinner's almost-uh-ready?" he mused.

((OOC: Don't worry, my post is even shorter and even more delayed XD))

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Travioso's ears twitched as Leander shuttered. Obviously they shared the same opinion of war. It was a horrible, no good, very bad thing. Travi hated it and feared it all at the same time. He didn't want to ever go through it again.

Nor did he want it here at the Abbey.

Redwall Abbey, the one place that Travi could almost feel safe, the once place he could almost find a place of peace.

He was never, NEVER going let Redwall fall.

Not while he was still breathing...

Travi's thoughts were interrupted by a low grumble. Looking over at Leander, he realized it was probably Leander's stomach.

"I-I wonder if dinner's almost-uh-ready?" he mused.

Ears twitching, Travi sniffed the air. The smell of baking bread wafted to his nose. Nodding, Travi picked up the books he set on the table and struggled to his paws. Nodded and limped down the shelves, "Aye smells like it be a cookin'. Food' be good fur yer t'inkin' anways.." Setting his books and scrolls back in place, Travi limped back to the table and picked up his cane. "Ready?" Travi asked motioning to the door.

((Ooc: I'm soo sorry for the wait!!!! ))

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((OOC: D: This thread has been here forever and I have not finished it!! Sorry about that!))

"Aye smells like it be a cookin'. Food' be good fur yer t'inkin' anways.."

Leander thought for a moment of all the danger he may have to face, but the smell of cooked pies, pasties, and bread lulled him into a strangely secure and pleasant mood. Danger did indeed lie ahead, but for now it was dinner time.

"Aye..." Leander responded with a glazed look in his eye as Travi cleaned off the desk.

Leander almost felt like asking Travi about leaving the abbey, but decided against it. It was an embarrassing and hard enough topic and one he did not wish to think about at the moment.

"Ready?" Travi asked motioning to the door.

Leander nodded, "Aye--er--yes!" he replied quickly as he snapped out of his own thoughts.

Leander lifted himself from the chair and bounded over to open the door for Travi. He felt rather awkward for not knowing exactly how to help Travi with his limp, but he decided one small act would suffice.

"I hope--er-- Alne made some great pies!" he exclaimed.


((OOC: So now this thread can be officially ended XD Sorry about that Prank! If you'd like to add something before it's officially finished feel free to do so, but if not this thread is finished! Thanks for being so patient XD))