OCC: Here's an idea that Namasta and Jetfang though up and I thought was pretty good too. Every body come in and Post. It's the Great Winter Feast at Redwall.
All are welcome.
Woodlanders of Mossflower, Hares of Salamadastron, Southwarders, creatures of the seas and creatures of the land, even be happy to see a few vermin.
(But lets keep the supper serious things like a battle starts up, or something of the like, out of this.)
Note, I think it would be a good idea if everybody portrays their charas as preparing for the feast until we have more members posting in this thread. But it's just an idea so tell me.
Oh and I also wonder if anyone besides myself would like to mix in some Christmas themes into this RP. Just a thought though so tell he off if it's not a good one.
Now back in character.
As the cold winds ferried the crystals of winter hurriedly towards the grounds of Redwall Abbey, little dubbins stubbornly threw them back into the sky. They played, happily passing the time that remained in day till the sun lay down for yet another winter nap.
Meanwhile, inside the abbey, all the creatures were busy preparing for the biggest occasion of the whole season.
The Great Winter Feast!
All was husl and bustle as the here and there you could find a hedgehog tapping into a finely seasoned keg of October Ail, groups of mice and moles and squirrels scuring between kitchen and pantry for the needed supplies, there were even a huddle of otters concoting some of their famed Hot'root Soup.
In their midst stood Ensis with a laddle in his right hand and a bag of pepper in his other. "Don't be to scant now, poor lot's a the stuff in there." Came the voice of one of the surrounding otter. Ensis quickly retorted, "Do ya take me fur a fool, matey, to be hallow headed enough to not give the soup a generous enough portion of the best ingredients." But the firm grim was quickly replaced with a wide grin, "Doen't ye fear a lick. This hear soup will be hot enought to make yur toung jump out yur mouth and into the abbey pond and still not be cooled a lick. Har. This'll be moy finest creation to date."
"Well now," Huinse, Ensis' second eldest brother, spoke with a bit of a laugh, "isn't that the same thing ye said about the last pot ye made." He quickly ducked as the ladle came swinging oe'r his head. "Away wit'chya. Or there'll be none of this here soup fur the likes of your." Ensis barked as he returned to sturring.