Thinking and Exploring

[Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II]

Gorjo's cousin Rujlo and two other Guosim shrews, Moddle and Flik appeared from behind a giant oak tree. They immediately drew their rapiers and got into their fighting stance.

"Gorjo, they givin' you any trouble?" Rujlo asked Gorjo while keeping his eyes on the otter and fox.

"I was about to leave 'em, they think it's funny to make fun of shrews, right?" Log-a-Log looked over at Jack and Jinn.

"Hmmm...we could just kill 'im, they look like they're up to no good. O' course two o' us will stay back so it's a fair fight, unless..." Rujlo had a wicked smile on his face. "Maybe we should treat 'em 'ow vermin treat us."

Moddle spoke up. "And if they 'ave any other villains 'to back 'em up with we could call on the rest of our Guosim, they's already comin' this way."

Log-a-Log looked from the fox to the otter. "So you two wanna fight, eh?"

Log-a-Log

[Jack Of Blades]

Jack's paw twitched for his blades. He didn't think that those shrews could beat him and Jinn, speed and power mixed into a team was hard to beat by any. Jack pulled his hood more over his face and held the hilts of his blades. He heard a little of the conversation but was ready to fight. If those shrew wanted a fight they would get one. At that last comment the blades were in his paws. He glanced to his comrade then back at their enemy. "Ehh....Keeled myself over again..." He echoed in his mind. But he also thought about the numbers. It wouldn't be a fair fight against the shrews.

[Jinn Poleblade]

Jinn frowned and dropped the basket of fish at his side. He carefully unslung his bardiche, caressing the pole as he brought it before him. Shrews were little things, with little weapons. The only thing that tickled in the back of his mind was the intimation that this larger shrew had an entire tribe behind him.

"Naow, naow, d'yew really want t' put your 'ole fambly in danger? We just came to get our lunch, 'at's all. You're the one 'oo got inta trubble. Asoides, moi buddy 'ere save your li'l life lame-paw. Git back t'yore tribe now quick-like. If'n yew don't moind me sayin' so, we've got bigga fish t'fry." He grinned, jerking his head towards the basket of fish. His bardiche was resting on the shoulder where previously the fish basket had sat, seemingly harmless but ready to use all its weight and its master's strenth to unleash a crushing levered blow.

[Jack Of Blades]

The fox looked over at Jinn, then at his blades then to the shrews again. He got into a crouch glancing about, if they did have a whole tribe behind them then there would be archers. And archers meant it was a game of deadly dodgeball. Jack thought about the game a little longer then went back to listening and watching.

He listened to Jinn's statement and smiled somewhat. His swords glistened in the sun, well taken care of and well crafted.

[Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II]

Log-a-Log chuckled. "I am a fraction shorter than you, fox. That's why I am called Tallshrew. And I am sure to be an equal or better figher, you don't get to be no Log-a-Log of the Guosim for nothin'. The Guosim shrews like me are some o' the finest fighters in all the land, that's a fact, an' if I 'ave to, I'll prove it. I know the history of our tribe, that is why I carry around all my literature; books, scrolls, and the like. In my literature collection I have Guosim records also, see. Four shrews against you two would be completely unfair fo' you. Now the whole Guosim tribe, hundreds of shrews with rapiers, swords, slings, bows and arrows, some with pikes, spears, lances, and a few with clubs and axes against you, now that's is not even close for you. Furthermore, I know it's quality, not quantity, unlike some o' your lot, fox, vermin. They are always gangin' up on good, honest creatures." Log-a-Log turned to Muddle and Flik. "All right, show the Guosim in full force to 'em." He turned to the foxes grinning, "The Guosim is also very well disciplined."

Moddle and Flik cupped paws around their mouths. "Guosim! Rally to me, fully armed and ready for war! Standard marching formation, double-time!"

Out of the forest came a couple hundred shrews, armed to the teeth in an orderly marching formation standing to attention.

"See otter, fox? This is the Guosim." Log-a-Log backed up a couple steps with Muddle and Flik, his captains. They stood with the other captains at the head of the Guosim. "March to Redwall, double-time! Be ready, these two might try to attack us!"

The Guosim marched past Jack and Jinn. "See ya, Jack and Jinn!" Log-a-Log Gorjo Tallshrew waved his sword as he and his Guosim marched to the fabulous Redwall Abbey.

[Jack Of Blades]

Jack thought of one thing at the point of this. Coward. But he let it go seeing as it won't do any good with aggravating the shrew much more. He sighed and put his blades away and picked up the basket of fish. He waited for Jinn and got ready to leave back to their group. He looked over the tribe of shrews "He wouldn' even challenge 2 against 2 heh.." He just sighed at it and turned to leave.

[Jinn Poleblade]

Jinn watched the shrews assemble. The usual thoughts about warlords who hid behind their numbers rumbled about in his head from his vermin upbringing, but he held back any further remark as they quickly marched away down the riverbank. He sighed and shook his head, resting the butt of his bardiche on the ground and resting on it for a minute until they were out of sight.

The noise of Jack sheathing his blades and picking up the basket brought him back to the present.

"Oi shurr am 'ungry, Jack... Oi 'opes these fishes cooks up reeal noice."

[Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II]

Log-a-Log called back. "I already challenged you two against two in the beginning, mates, I am always ready, you can't lie that I didn't. I am not like your kind fox, hiding in the back of my army, how does I know you don't have any vermin hiding in the trees waiting on your signal? I will fight one on one against you, either one. I have proved myslef against greater odds and succeeded, that's how I became Log-a-Log. I am no coward, and neither is any of my shrews, so watch your big mouth. And you otter, you are just like vermin, the both of you are."

He turned away and shook his head in disgust. He never could stand the evil vermin types, especially those two with the false accusations, accusing the Guosim of cowardice. Despicable.

[brish]

((OOC: Ghaa sorry I'm not feeling any muse))

The Log-a-thinger was right about one thing. Brish had been leaning back to back with a large oak as he listened in, just waiting for any trouble to arise. He was big and slow but he could not call himself the son of a thief without being able to sneak around. Towards the right stood his great ax planted straight into the ground.

The shade was a wonderful thing on such a day. Brish taking in the lot of his hiding space as he spied. "Fortune and fame." the white ferret muttered to himself under breathe. "Curious if that's what the seer meant?" He scratched his chin pondering around with his fortunes.

After Log-a-Log had finished speaking the ferret revealed himself, pulling his ax from the ground as he approached the pair. "Gettin yerselves into trouble? Should have sent that little beastie to darkforest!"

[Jack Of Blades]

Jack shook his head at the Log-a-Log once more before looking to see their ferret friend,Brish. He didn't say anything and only waved. ' Things that happen when you go fishing...' He thought, still glancing around for anything he might have missed before. Nothing. So the fox looked back to their comrade whom was now talking "I've the fish." he said holding out the basket. The day was getting gradually hotter. And when it got hot it meant it was lunchtime.

[Jinn Poleblade]

Jinn looked up and grinned when he heard the voice of that sly ol' weasel Brish. He waved a heavy paw in greeting before slinging his bardiche over his shoulder, just in case the shrews should come back and want trouble. "Allo Brishie! Nawr, no tubble, jus' a tribe o' shrews. Asoides, I'm too 'ungry to fight now. We 'aven't eaten since dawn!"

Certainly he was exaggerating. In fact, he had eaten a pear he found while they were marching just an hour ago. Still, he was hungry...

"Noice of yew t'show up now that all the fuss is don' wiff, Brish." Jinn smirked to the white ferret, causing the sea-bird to look like it was trying to do some sort of complicated aerial manouver to avoid an attacking flight of bees.

[Jack Of Blades]

" Hm" the fox grumbled, rummaging for fire sparks. He finally found them, gathered a little kindling. He looked up at Jinn hoping he knew that they needed firewood. Jack fiddled with the fire more and used one of his blades as a skewer and put around 6 fish onto each sword. He caught a dozen for that reason. Faster cooking. His comrades never liked to wait so He quickly fixed up the fire, got his water heating for tea and waited.

[Jinn Poleblade]

Jinn stretched his burly arms, popping his shoulder-joints in the process. "Whelll... If'n we're makin' camp 'ere fer t'day, I guess we'll be needin' some firewood, eh?"
He gave a yawn and showed the stink-eye to Jack. "Oi, you'd better 'ave them fishies noice and crispy by the time I gets back or I'll string yew up by yer gills and roast you instead!" His wide grin and deep chuckle signified that his words were meant in good-natured jest. "Gimmie a holler if Brish starts actin' up on ye, mate. I'll give him a right good wallop for sneakin 'round be'ind us loik 'e did."

With a thump of his heavy tail on the sandy riverbank, Jinn rumbled away into the woods to look for fallen timber. Some might say it was strange how the savage, vermin-esque otter cared so deeply for the balance of nature, often taking care to salvage rather than cut down his firewood. Unless he was worried for his comrades, he took great care not to disturb the woodlands, although his earlier crashing through the trees to make sure Jack was alright might have suggested otherwise.

[Jack Of Blades]

The fox tended to the fish, adding dried spices and herbs over the fish before they finished cooking. He spaced out some while waiting, turning them every once in a while without thinking about it. After they finished he got a stone slate and set them out lined up and waited for Jinn to get back. It never took long to cook fish but it seemed long when you were the one cooking. He cleaned off his blades and dried them along with a quick sharpen as he always did after they made camp. JAck looked about to see if there was anything worth looking at, he did this often, and there was nothing.