Is this..... Kotir? - Open

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

Wildrush had been running... Oh running, yes, for over an hour now. Once he had seen the large red spire rising above the trees, he felt that that was Kotir. He started running then, his net and spear making him trudge slightly, but his great speed pistoning him on. He bounded around in a large cloud of dust, his heart pumping resolutely. Swiftly, he drew his trident. When he walked more slowly towards the large door, he frowned. The place... Its Sandstone, alright... But These doors... They Don't seem right..... And No Sentries? This is the place... But is this Kotir??

He used his Trident butt to thump loudly on the main gates, hoping to see someone from the inside. As his fur swayed gently in the changing seasons...... He knew not what to expect..... Nor what to think of when he saw it. He also began to pace in anxiety, round and round he went, creting a thick dust cloud eventually, his body hidden behind it.....

[Wildrun]

The mousemaid blinked her eyes open, squitning against the sunlight. She had not been sleeping, but on this rare, pleasant winter day, Oaklea Wildrun could not resist laying in the thin grass of the orchard. On the verge of dreaming, the disturbance at the gate had sent a ripple through the tranquility. She groaned softly to herself before sitting up and glaring at the gate.

The gatekeeper was nowhere to be found--she could had;y blame him, it was nearing lunch time--but the mousemaid still muttered to herself with harsh Northern words that would hardly be approved if another Abbey Dweller was near. Stretching to shake off her irritation, Oaklea trotted over to the wide door and pressed her face against the wood, trying and failing to peek through the lumber to see who had arrived.

"Hallo? Who's knocking on the Abbey gates?"

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

He turned back to the Gate, the dust cloud parting around his body. He walked back to the door, his voice booming through the solid Oak doors. Speaking, his fur settled with the dust from the dirt road. He responeded to the Mouse Maid as he thumped his trident Butt on the Ground. "My Name is not important to you now. Tell me, what Is this place? What is it called?"

His tail swishing back and forth, he waited for an answer, his great strength pushinghis trident down slightly in the hardened dirt, his pale green eyes glimmering in the mid-noon sunlight.

[Wildrun]

Oaklea jerked back, staring at the wood as though she could see through it. The smell of cat jumped in her nostrils and made her fur stand on end. She grit her teeth and took a step back from the door, one paw on the knife concealed at her side. Her eyes flashed, and in the pit of her stomach a lick of warrior instinct raised it's head. She had been at this Abbey for ages now, waiting for her sister, and bored out of her mind with no one to fight.

Finally!

She answered the cat with barely concealed sarcasm, "I'll tell you what. You tell me who you are, and I'll decide whether or not to let in to Redwall Abbey. Welcome, by the way."

[inkmusic]

((OOC: Beware! Here comes the shrew recorder! Mwa ha ha!))

Fekkan was making his precarious way through the snow to his comfortable gatehouse that he shared with the gatekeeper. It was a nice place to record; warm, full of writing materials and inspiration. He was just in front of the door and had his paw on the handle when he heard the voices.

"I'll tell you what.....welcome, by the way."

Fekkan quickly strode over to where Oaklea was leaning against the door. He smelled cat, too, and his paw strode to his belt. No sling! Gritting his teeth in frustration, he put a paw on the mousemaid's sholder.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't let that cat in! If you're looking to be some sort of hero, you can forget it. I would help you, but I'm not armed. Why don't we get Skipper or someone to deal with this?"

She probably wasn't going to listen to him. Where was Skipper? He looked around, remembering that he had been by the pond, last time he checked. Maybe he could run over there before she got the door open...

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

((Errrr...... Wildcats don't really have a distinctive smells.....))

[suicune]

(mind if i jump in? there's no other threads where i can really post.)

Aurora had seen the red sandstone building a while back. Her eyesight, poor as it was, still managed to easily observe the massive sculpted towers as they rose above the bare canopy of Mossflower woods. Since she had nothing else to do, she'd decided to follow them back to their source, which (unsurprisingly) had turned out to be none other then Redwall Abbey.

Now she was watching the gate from quite a distance away, watching a wildcat attempt to 'negotiate' with whatever stood behind it. If she knew anything about the creatures within Redwall, they'd sooner attack the cat with whatever came to hand (Aurora was envisioning a frying pan, because a wooden sthingy was much too flimsy) then let it past the gates and into the Abbey. Of course, they wouldn't get far, seeing as the wildcat was wielding a trident; a weapon with that long of a range would probably require a bow to deal with its owner. Aurora glanced down to where her half-arm hung by her side, sighing irritably as she did so. She was keeping well away from insane claymore-wielding creatures from now on.

She drew her gladius from its spot at her hip with a thin hiss of metal on metal, half-standing in an attempt to see what was behind the gate and causing the bushes she was behind to rustle as she did so. She froze immediately - perhaps lack of movement would cause any observer to think it just a trick of the eye - but since she couldn't be stealthy to save her life, someone was bound to notice her. Her metal-clad hand tightened around the gladius, in preparation for any sort of fight.

[Wildrun]

((Wildrush, I think it's your turn.

And actually, cat's do have a smell. It's musky. Or maybe my nose is too sensitive ))

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

Wildrush's eyes widened, at the name of the place. His voice came out as a hiss and growl more than his actual voice. "Redwall.... What in the Name of Hellgates is Redwall? What happened to Kotir?! TELL ME!!" He said, thrashing his large Bronze trident on the sturdy Oak doors, knocking on it with a large boom. His chest heaved in and out with anger, his thick cloak suspened behind him. He then slowly undid the back of his Haversack, hearing footsteps behind him.

Turning around with a flash of metal, he pulled out his bronze net, throwing it at the Monitor Lizard. Hissing, he stepped back slightly. "What...... What.... Are you?!" He pulled back his Trident, ready to strike, at the large Lizard stading in front of him.

[Wildrun]

Oaklea shot the Recorder a glance. "A hero? Not at all. I'm not gonna let him in." She grinned and shouted through the wood, "If you're looking for Kotir, you're a couple'a lifetimes late, mate!"

Feeling the coil of her specialized weapon, her daggord, at he side and flexing her paws, she twitched her tail with excitment. The mousemaid winked at the Recorder before wheeling on her heel and dashing towards the small side gate--of course she wouldn't let the cat in. But she wanted a match, and by the Gods, she intended to get one.

Closing the door tightly behind her, Oaklea leapt around the corner and narrowed her eyes at the scene in the swirling dust before her; a scaly creature she couldn't define barely concealed by bushes, and an armed, snarling wildcat.

The berserker mousemaid grinned even wider and held her breath tight in her chest, waiting for what would happen.

[inkmusic]

((OOC: It's my turn, right?))

"Redwall....TELL ME!"

Fekkan winced as the roaring of the wildcat bombarded his ears. This cat had quite a temper. He was glad there was a door between them. It wasn't cowardly, just smart.

"A hero? Not at all. I'm not going to let him in."

Fekkan breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. It seemed like you were...never mind." He looked around again for Skipper, then his gaze alighted on a branch, fallen from a tree that leaned over the top of the wall. He darted out and grabbed it--just in case--and joined the mousemaid back at the door.

"If you're looking for Kotir, you're a couple'a lifetimes late, mate!"

In spite of the dire situation, Fekkan chuckled. He found himself liking the mousemaid. He himself had read the accounts of when Martin the Warrior came to Mossflower. It was, indeed, many lifetimes before his time.

Fekkan followed the mousemaid to the wicker gate and leapt outside just before she slammed it shut. Good thing he'd gotten the branch. He smiled at the mousemaid.

"Two of us can take 'im on better'n one, mate." He followed her gaze and watched the scene unfold.

[suicune]

Redwall.... What in the Name of Hellgates is Redwall? What happened to Kotir?! TELL ME!!

Aurora inched a little farther out of the brush, lifting the gladius a little higher into the air to clear the tangle of branches and twigs. With her other arm missing, she couldn't take up the falchion as well like she wanted to. Even so, any sort of monitor lizard was threatening, even with one arm and one eye missing. At least, she hoped.

Suddenly, with a swift movement that caught her eye, the wildcat in front of her whirled around and threw something glittery at her. With a startled hiss, she stumbled backwards, avoiding the glittering bronze net that had been flung towards her, and pointed the tip of her gladius towards the cat's chest; even though she was a good distance away from her foe, she had some skill at throwing things - but as of now, the sword was only a threat, and not about to be used as a projectile weapon.

What...... What.... Are you?!

Aurora watched the cat warily out of her one undamaged eye, lifting her half-arm up as though prepared to use it to defend against an attack. "It's called a monitor lizard," she said, her single eye darting from the mouse to the shrew to the cat and back again, "I'm sure someone's heard of them?"

She kept the sword leveled at the wildcat, but was fully prepared to turn it towards the mouse or shrew; none of the creatures in front of her looked terribly eager to meet her - but that was only natural.

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

Wildrush snarled at the lizard, stepping back to the gates. He had heard what they said, and he was only here for answers now. As of now; however, he was outnumbered 3 to one. His weapon was not for that many people.... So he made a split second descision. Ripping out sideways with a large burst of energy, he entered the shrubbery, dashing behind the Lizard. He hit her over the head with the butt of his trident, hard. He then smacked at her sword with the trident butt, and grabbed his net.

Running out of the woods, he lifted his net up high, his trident pointing at the mouse and shrew. "Mouse..... Shrew..... I have no reason to fight either of you. I come from the Northlands... My father sent me in order to find Kotir. Seeing as this is not what I expected..... I mean no harm. Let me in, or I will."

[suicune]

((OOC:

Wildrush, what you just did to my character is godmodding. You can't say that you hit her over the head with your trident - you can say you tried to. Otherwise it's unfair to everyone, since they could say they killed your character and you couldn't do anything about it. Could you please change that to say you attempted to hit her?

...I understand if I misinterpreted how I read your post, and if you meant that you attempted to hit her. If not, please change it. Thanks. ))

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

((When it says hit, it always means strike. Unless I say then she fell over, unconsius, then its not God Mod.))

[suicune]

((I believe it is, because you're still injuring my character. But perhaps Wildrun can sort this out - she's a moderator, after all.))

[inkmusic]

((Suicune and Wildrun are both right. Come on, Ocutrum, just fix your post.))

[Wildrush Bronzeclaw]

((First off... Wildrun never gave an opinion. Look, God-Mod is where you auto-ill something. If I had said......
'He thudded down his trident butt on her thick skull, feeling the reverbrationg run down his arm from the Lizardy Skin, he dashed forawrd, grabbing his net. While doing so, he then thrust out his trident but again, hitting it with a resounding clang on her blade. His arm practically numb from the reverbrations, he ran from the foliage, leaving his victim out cold.'
Then it would've been God-Modding. I did not state that the weapon hit, that she was knocked out, or any of that.

Now, Second off..... Suicine, may I ask why your Monitor lizard has no accent? They have a hiss to there s'es, making them sound like z's. Minor detail, yes, but still.......))

[suicune]

"He hit her over the head with the butt of his trident, hard."

THIS is the sentence i have an issue with. it says he's actually striking her. i'll just assume that you meant that you attempted to hit her, if that's what you want. :/

and frankly, i wasn't thinking of an accent. i suppose i could give her an accent, but she doesn't need one. ))

[Wildrun]

Okay. I didn't mean to miss a showdown.

In the technically defined term, yes, Ocutrum, I'm sorry, but that's god-modding. If you didn't mean it that way (and I know you didn't) then it shouldn't be a problem to tweak a few words in the post, if only to keep everyone happy and stick to the rules.

We're all good enough roleplayers that, if someone does accidentally godmod, it shouldn't be a huge problem. Mistakes happen. We move on.

Now, as to the posting order--I believe our Recorder is up next, as we seem to have skipped him (sorry about that).

Accents are in the ears of the beholder. It's by no means mandatory to have one (and I know I get bored of typing in accents, personally).

We all good?