OOC: Introducing first character, all welcome to join.
BIC: The searat yelped as it fell backwards smacking against the ground with a deep gash running across his chest the wound slicing his heart clean in half. Two other rats looked at their fallen companion who chocked on his own blood briefly before going limp as the last of the oxygen in his blood was used up. The rats charged the strange foe resulting in one of them screeching as he was sent flying backwards due to the hind claw that had imprinted itself into his chest. The last rat leapt at the foe as a sickening crunch sounded from the other rat as he smacked headfirst into a tree. Sword met sword and the two competitors growled at each other until they unlocked their swords and struck at each other again. The searat saw the blade coming down at him and raised his sword to block it only to have his foes free claw rip a gash in his sword arm causing him to drop the weapon as his nerves were severed. The searat took one look at the white vixen before he blacked out forever, a fired broadsword springing from his forehead above his nose.
Nova used one of her hind claws to push the slain corsair off her sword which she cleaned on the grass before sheathing in her scabbard. The white vixen looked south, her dark blue eyes coming to gaze on the land of Mossflower a place she had only heard of and read stories about. She knew what woodlanders were in the sense of what type of beasts they were but she was completely clueless on how they thought and interacted with each other during peace… then again Nova wasn’t even entirely sure as to what peace was really like having been raised in the Northlands where war was practically never ending. Nova bent her knees so she crouched slightly and began moving back into the woods of the mysterious land uncertain of what fate lied ahead of her.
Redwall Abbey (Time: Evening)
The Abbot held up his paws as he tried to calm the crowd of concerned beasts in front of him down in Cavern Hole “Please, please, the presence of these vermin is not a cause of concern if they cannot harm us!”
One of the infirmary keeper’s assistants pointed up the steps leading to the Great Hall as she commented with concern “We can’t be certain of that! Just because they’re dead doesn’t mean that the Long Patrol or GUOSIM killed them, it could be other vermin for all we know!”
Others commented from the crowd “Aye, the brown rats ‘ave been spotted at the far north by travellers you know!”
“Brown rat’s are flesh eaters and most of the corsairs were uneaten.”
“What if it’s the Northlanders?”
“Ugh, I dread the thought!”
“Shouldn’t we post guards on the wall tops?”
“Guards on the wall tops, yah, what about letting the Long Patrol know whut’s goin on! ‘elp us find out if they killed the lot too you know!”
The Abbot shook his head and put his paws into the opposing sleeves of his habit “A two score of dead vermin is something to be cautious of I agree and even if it was some group of vermin creatures keep in mind that recent times have shown us not all vermin are necessarily evil. Any that stave off a threat to Mossflower should be welcome and cared for, for with battle comes wounds!”
More responses came from the Redwallers “Aye, maybe a few groups should go out and look for any wounded, might need sum ‘elp!”
“What if that’s what they’re waitin for? Open the gates and let them in so they can slay us in the night?”
“That’s what guards are for!”
Out of all the commotion a commanding voice shouted from near the back of Cavern Hole so loud and unexpected even the Abbot jumped“SILENCE!!!”