The Great Advisor of Salamandastron ((Open))



  • Cecil broke from his trance like state and looked back seeing the fox come down the steps. "Haha! I never felt better old friend. It's quite relaxing out here. Lackaday; the weather could die down a little bit. I just wish there were things to do. I completely all my tasks for the day." He looked back at Belarus again and smiled warmly to him.

    "Oh Belarus, do you hear that?" He took his gaze away from the middle aged fox and looked down a ways to the creature that was waving and cheering.

    "AHOY UP THERE, MATE!  WINTER GREETINGS TO YE!"

    Cecil slowly stood back up and stood next to his comrade from the mountain. He remembered his sharp thieves dagger that safely stayed inside of his pouch, putting his only paw on the spot where it was. "Don't think I trust a stray creature." He calmly stated to the older fox.

    "HEAVE DOWN A ROPE FOR ME, WOULDJA?"

    Cecil stared with great intent at the Sea Otter. "Suppose we let him up? What do you think?" He was a Sea Otter after all, most of them were good beasts, strong creatures with a great sailors tongue. Nonetheless they were good at heart.



  • Belarus glanced at Cecil questioningly “Die down, how about heat up? Make me think it’s storming out here or something.”
    Belarus looked to the sea otter and listened to his words before  mummbling to himself “A rope?”

    "Suppose we let him up? What do you think?"

    The old fox got a slight grin on his face and gave an amused exhale “Heh, I don’t see why not he is an otter after all. Of course I’m not so sure about the rope, should I get one?”



  • Braid gazed quizzically up at the fox and the mouse as they conversed.  Ahh, blow it.  It's too cold outside to play squirrel…  Cupping his paws around his mouth again, he hollered up through the winter wind.

    "NEVER MIND, MATES!"

    The sea otter laughed to himself and ran around to the front of the staircase and made his way up to where the two creatures stood.  Grinning widely, he gestured at the mountain gates.  "No need for rope now, cullies…  I decided I was too cold to climb up any mountain sides.  Let's go inside where it's warm, and yew two can tell me your names."

    He scratched the back of his head and looked from the one-armed mouse to the white fox.  "I'm Braid Kemphelm.  I don't think I've ever see either of ye before...  Not that I come to the mountain much."



  • "Stormin' enough for me, matey" Cecil said with a friendly chuckle. He stared down and watched as the Sea Otter made his way up the steps to them "Well Belarus, guess we don't need a rope after all."

    Cecil patted the Otter's shoulder as a friendly gesture with his only paw. "Well, welcome to the great mountain, lad. Braid you say? That's definitely a peculiar name." The middle aged mouse said, giving a hard cough into his paw again like before. "I am Cecil Deepglaive, ex-mouse thief, ex-warrior, and new adviser to this fortress."

    He smiled as he looked over to his friend, the white fox. "This here is my friend Belarus, hes a handful of seasons older than I, but strong and young as ever. Go ahead Belarus, introduce yourself."



  • Belarus grinned sheepishly trying not to show his fangs “Hah err, I’m probably not what you’d be expecting workin ‘round a mountain full of hares but hey what do you expect from a beast that comes from Redwall. Hah now that’s a place of fish… err food. I’ve tried a bit of gardening but thus far I think I’m still better with a blade.”
    The old fox stared off into nothing for a brief moment before returning his eyes to Braid “Not to say I’ve ever used any weapons or tool to kill a good beast. I suppose your wanting to fill the ol’ bottomless pit wot wot?”
    Belarus said the last sentence with a wink as he tried to mock the accents of the Long Patrol hares.



  • The sea otter laughed and bumped the mouse chummily on the shoulder.  "Tis a peculiar name, ain't it though?  Harr harr, twas given to me by peculiar parents.  Tis a pleasure to meetcha, matey."

    He turned to the fox and grinned happily.  "Ey there, my good foxy.  As long as you're friendly, you're a mate of mine…  Though I bet the hares were absolutely scuppered to have a fox join their ranks...  Potty blokes they can be."

    "I suppose your wanting to fill the ol’ bottomless pit wot wot?”

    As Belarus spoke, the otter's stomach growled loudly.  "That would be great, matey!  I think the ol' bottomless pit is begging to be filled…  Let's go ambush the galley, eh?"

    "Say, Cecil...  You say that you are an ex mousethief.  What happened?  Get caught too many times?  Y'know that we sea otters are kinda fond of thieves…  Kinda handy to have about the place, eh, ya know?"

    He gave an exaggerated salute to two lounging hares as he and his new friends strode through the gates and past the guardhouse.  "At your ease, you blokes.  ...Wot wot...  Harr harr harr!"



  • Cecil chuckled at what Belarus asked and then smiled at Braid. "Food would be lovely right about now, come lets get out of the cold." Cecil led the two into the gates of Salamandastron.

    _"Say, Cecil…  You say that you are an ex mousethief.  What happened?  Get caught too many times?  Y'know that we sea otters are kinda fond of thieves...  Kinda handy to have about the place, eh, ya know?" _

    "Well.. I only been caught once, so it's not that.." Cecil made his armless shoulder move a bit to show the beast one reason why he stopped. "And one time was all I needed for this to happen." Cecil chuckled and continued on. "But that isn't the reason why I really stopped thieving and fighting. You see, the after effect of losing a limb caused me to get some kind of non contagious, but very painful disease." Cecil coughed into his one paw.

    "I'm not expected to live too long matey, the healers did all they could, but they can't figure out how to stop it. They can only slow it down and reduce the pain it causes my innards and my poor joints." Cecil stayed optimistic and never lost faith, though, he kept his composure at all times. Can't be a good adviser if you break down from the troubles in life.

    "I'm still as quick and strong as ever, but I tire out too easily now a days, even with the rigorous training I put myself and other beasts through to stay healthy and in tip top fighting form. I cough blood at times too, probably from the darn thing wasting my insides away." Cecil kept ahead of the two.

    "Well Belarus, lead us onto the kitchens my friend."



  • "I'm not expected to live too long matey, the healers did all they could, but they can't figure out how to stop it. They can only slow it down and reduce the pain it causes my innards and my poor joints."

    Belarus blinked in silence as he listened to Cecil keeping a blank expression as he continued to speak.

    _"I'm still as quick and strong as ever, but I tire out too easily now a days, even with the rigorous training I put myself and other beasts through to stay healthy and in tip top fighting form. I cough blood at times too, probably from the darn thing wasting my insides away."

    "Well Belarus, lead us onto the kitchens my friend."_

    The white fox halted momentarily and picked his long sword and its scabbard first sheathing the long sword before running the scabbard belt over the left side of his neck and under his right arm. He kept silent for a moment longer as he started to walk again still thinking on the mouse’s words before he nodded to the two beasts “Alright chap, its up a little bit from here.”
    Belarus shivered slightly as he headed in the direction of the kitchens, losing a beast in battle was one thing but losing one to natural means was completely different, it couldn’t be prevented or stopped something that worried and irritated the middle aged fox.

    OOC: Hope this post is ok and err where are the mountain kitchens exactly?



  • "I'm not expected to live too long matey, the healers did all they could, but they can't figure out how to stop it. They can only slow it down and reduce the pain it causes my innards and my poor joints."

    Braid halfway hung his head, sobered by the realization that inside, Cecil was a dying beast.

    "Gosh mate…  I'm sorry.  If there's ever anything you need a paw with, be sure to let me know..."  Braid…  Yew bloody stupid seadog, he's not asking for your pity.  He wants mates to do things with, not to sit around with and get him down by mourning for him...

    Nodding to himself, the otter sniffed the air and trotted behind the fox and the mouse.  "Say, I think that we're getting near the galley, mateys…  I can smell somethin' cooking...  And it better not be landlubber porridge!"

    He chuckled and grasped the mouse chummily by his good shoulder.  "Cully, do you reckon that these hares would give us a few flasks of strong spirits?  I don't trust mountain healers all that much."  He turned and winked at the fox before addressing the mouse.

    "I'll keelhaul myself if pickling your innards with something extra stiff won't double your expected lifespan, Cecil...  Besides, I could use a nip myself..."



  • “Alright chap, its up a little bit from here.”
    Cecil smiled and continued with the two. "Good good! We'll be feasting before we know it." The middle aged mouse looked back to Braid after telling his story. He could feel the concern coming from both of his comrades. "Belarus, you are a good friend, we can accomplish so much here if we keep these young hares in top form. I can see in your body language that you are thinking. What will make me happy is seeing all you other beasts in good spirits; that's all that matters to me. You all are my family."

    "Gosh mate…  I'm sorry.  If there's ever anything you need a paw with, be sure to let me know..."

    Cecil closed his eyes and smiled, "Now, don't worry about me, lad. It won't stop me from doing what I love to do; help other beasts with their problems. Mine aren't going to keep this great mountain in tip top shape, it's in my best interest to make others that live here realize they have bigger things to worry about, but also be stress free about things going on in their lives. We all need to live to the fullest. You never know when an evil beast might come to try and steal this fortress like many others have tried."

    Cecil chuckled from Braids next gesture and question. "Braid, it would be great if we turned this meal into a great feast. You are talking to a beast who lives on the mountain. Of course we will drink!" Cecil patted Braid's back heartily and with good mood.

    "Belarus, you up for a little bit of drinking with our meals?"



  • Belarus looked right over his shoulder as he came up on a set of doors, not wanting to ruin the mouse’s mood he was virtually lost for any good words “Indeed, I'm honored to be a part of it.”
    The white fox stopped still and turned his head back towards the door which he had stopped just a whiskers length away from his snout from. He opened the door and walked into the kitchens before turning to answer Cecil’s last question. Belarus gave a broad smile and it only took the work of a second for him to realize he was showing his fangs. He slapped a claw over his snout and chuckled lightly “Heh sorry about that. Nearly scared the leverets out of their fur last time they saw me fangs. Sure a few drinks sounds excellent, particularly with the weather outside.”
    Belarus chuckled a little more as he lowered his claw showing a slight grin.



  • "Now, don't worry about me, lad. It won't stop me from doing what I love to do; help other beasts with their problems. Mine aren't going to keep this great mountain in tip top shape, it's in my best interest to make others that live here realize they have bigger things to worry about, but also be stress free about things going on in their lives. We all need to live to the fullest. You never know when an evil beast might come to try and steal this fortress like many others have tried."

    The sea otter nodded sagely, impressed by the older mouse's logic.  "That's a good point, mate.  I guess I wasn't really thinking about things that way…"

    "Braid, it would be great if we turned this meal into a great feast. You are talking to a beast who lives on the mountain. Of course we will drink!"

    Braid rubbed his paws together and chortled happily.  "Hehehehehehe…  It's been all to long since I've had a feast, Cecil, and at least a fortnight since I've had a decent full meal... This'll be a lark!"

    He came to a halt inside the entry to the kitchen, an idea forming in his head.

    "Say, as long as we're having a feast, why not hold it out on the beach?  Of course there's a stiff gale out there at the moment, but if I'm not mistaken, it'll mostly haul off by sundown tonight."

    Grinning at his friends, he trotted over to a window which overlooked the beach and gestured grandly.

    "A feast ain't a feast if'n it ain't held around a roaring drifwood bonfire..!  Nothing like stuffing yourself to the gills with hot food when it's cold outside, with the winter wind at your back and your fur being toasted by the flames..."



  • “Indeed, I'm honored to be a part of it.”

    Cecil smiled as Belarus turned back, "Glad to hear it."

    He grinned slyly at the fox when he saw his fangs appear. "I can see why, with fearsome teeth like those, you could scare the dickens out of most. We'll drink and eat til our hearts and bellies content.

    "That's a good point, mate.  I guess I wasn't really thinking about things that way…"

    "Hey, when you look death in the eyes from the sight of a sword swinging down upon you, you'll realize life is a precious thing. Good thing I only lost an arm out of it instead of my head!" Cecil said, chuckling with deep tone.

    Cecil looked inside of the doors following Belarus inside. "Alright you lot! Tonight we are havin' a grand feast!" The two score hare that were hovering around the kitchens for dinner started to cheer happily at the thought of it. A grand feast at Salamandastron, something that doesn't get to happen often.

    "Hehehehehehe…  It's been all to long since I've had a feast, Cecil, and at least a fortnight since I've had a decent full meal... This'll be a lark!"

    Cecil smiled, putting his only arm behind his back, eyes closed. "Well mate, you better loosen up a belt notch or two, things could get ugly for your stomach." He opened his eyes back up and winked at his new friend.
    "Say, as long as we're having a feast, why not hold it out on the beach?  Of course there's a stiff gale out there at the moment, but if I'm not mistaken, it'll mostly haul off by sundown tonight."

    "Hmm, I'm all for it, but its up to every other beast here, I don't know if they are up for some chilly weather and a little snow." He said chuckling.

    **"A feast ain't a feast if'n it ain't held around a roaring drifwood bonfire..!  Nothing like stuffing yourself to the gills with hot food when it's cold outside, with the winter wind at your back and your fur being toasted by the flames…" **

    Cecil was happy to hear the enthusiasm in this younger beasts voice, his tone was so genuine. "Well, I guess that settles it. We'll get drunk, sing sea songs, and eat like a gluttonous beast by the fire!"



  • Belarus shrugged optimistically “Wherever and whenever you think is best is fine by me, I’m supposed to be cold… Hmmm, of course the weather’ll keep the ale chilled nicely eh?”
    Belarus gave a closed mouth smile “Of course now the question is where’s the lord of the mountain eh, don’t want to leave him out of this do we?”
    The old fox reached into a basket on one of the tables and tossed a pear into the air and stuck in the air with the tip of one of his claw toes “Heh, another trait that can come in handy, except when give a tight paw shake.”
    He flicked the pear towards Braid “Might as well have a light snack until sundown eh?”
    Belarus picked up the basket and brought over to Cecil and Braid.



  • OOC:  This may be a bit rough…  My creativity still seems to be on R&R.  xD

    BIC: "Hey, when you look death in the eyes from the sight of a sword swinging down upon you, you'll realize life is a precious thing. Good thing I only lost an arm out of it instead of my head!"

    Braid laughed heartily at the mouse's statement as he strolled into the dining area and gazed around at the efficient way that the mountain cooks were going about their duties.

    "Hahaha, that's true, mate…  An' headless beasts allus gave me the willies..."  Grinning widely, he joined in the hare's cheers as Cecil announced his plans for a feast.

    “Of course now the question is where’s the lord of the mountain eh, don’t want to leave him out of this do we?”

    "Eh now, that's true…!  He might not like being left out of this sort of thing...  Hey, you!"

    The otter trotted over to a group of younger hares and collared one by the shoulder.

    "Hey Bucko, be a mate and go get your badger lord from wherever he's hiding himself...  He might like to know what's going on in his mountain, ye know. "

    Winking at his new friends, he booted the youngster lightly towards the door.  "And be quick about it!"

    Turning around, he was just in time to catch the apple which Belarus tossed him.

    “Might as well have a light snack until sundown eh?”

    "Thanks, matey!  I can always stand to eat, even if my stomach is anticipating a feast."  He turned around and half trotted for the kitchen doorway.

    "Cecil, Bel, would any of yew two be savvy as to the location of the cellars?  I'm thinking that I want…  HEY!!"

    He was jerked to a halt as a wiry paw grasped his shoulder in a grip of steel and spun him around.  Blinking in surprise, he instinctively put his paws up defensively, and was immediately punched on the snout by the skinny lance corporal who had come angrily up behind him.

    "Kick my details around, eh wot?  I just happen to bloody well hold an aversion to potty beasts who run around this mountain acting like they own the place..."

    Holding his hurting nose, the sea otter yanked his body away from the hare and looked accusingly at the creature.

    "Ey dow, batey!  Bwat didja do dat for?  I diddet hurd hib...  Yugsters deed that sort of gendle roughig ub ebery dow ad again...  Id builds charagter!"



  • Cecil grinned at Bel, "Indeed it is, friend!" He watched as Belarus brought over the basket, the middle aged mouse picking up an apple and biting into the crispy, juicy fruit. "Thanks mate! It will be nice to hold us over until our feast!"

    Cecil looked back to Braid and smiled. "Ah, now I can agree with that.  Could never get a liking to them headless beasts." Cecil couldn't help but to laugh at Braids antics as he went over to the young fighter hares.
    "Now now, don't play too rough with those guys, they'll get you back. I was the butt end of one their jokes when I teased them in such a manner. Haha!" The other hares giggled to themselves remembering what they did. Some laughed from the light kick Braid gave to one of them, until the corporal arrived.. All laughter stopped immediately.

    Cecil just smiled a usual friendly smile as the hares were saluting. "Ah, evening Corporal, what seems to be.."

    "wham!

    Cecil watched with a shocked expression from the sudden attack on Braid. "Hey!! That's not very nice ya know, he was just messing around with the young'n."
    He watched as the younger hares snickered quietly to themselves, frowning. This wasn't funny at all. Cecil casually walked over to the corporal and let his only paw rest onto the crook of the hare's neck. "I think you should go outside and cool it down, you weren't trained to treat guests like this, Corporal. He didn't do anything wrong, he's just having a little fun and trying to feel at home.. Now go and we can talk this out in a civil manner during the feast. Unless.."  One thing most hares knew about Cecil were his disciplinary methods; the other hares saw the two fingers of his paw on the crook of the Corporal's neck.

    It was something he used to do which temporarily had beasts to fall weak and feel paralyzed or even put them to sleep this way when he was doing recon as a thief. Cecil also used this when he had subordinates train with him, using it as a disciplinary action when the training became tough and they refused to obey his orders and almost fight with him. "You didn't even try to talk it out with him or get his side of the story as to why he did what he did. You can't just go and punch beasts in the face. At least talk it out."



  • _"Hey Bucko, be a mate and go get your badger lord from wherever he's hiding himself… He might like to know what's going on in his mountain, ye know. "

    Winking at his new friends, he booted the youngster lightly towards the door. "And be quick about it!"_

    Belarus shook his head with a grin “Heh, easy there Braid you aren’t a Brigadier you know!”

    _Cecil just smiled a usual friendly smile as the hares were saluting. "Ah, evening Corporal, what seems to be.."

    "wham!_

    Belarus’s fur stood on end as the corporal’s action stirred a startling bark from Belarus “CORPORAL!!!”

    The middle aged fox clamped his jaw as Cecil stepped in leaving him to let his anger sizzle down for awhile. Using force for discipline was one thing but striking a guest that had only just arrived was another, particularly considering the fact Braid was a woodlander.
    Belarus glared at the corporal with burning eyes, not literally but their attitude certainly was. The middle aged white fox mumbled to himself under his breath so that others couldn’t understand his spoken thoughts though it seemed they were agitating him further.



  • The corporal ground his teeth audibly as the mouse applied slight pressure to the crook of his neck.

    "Get your paws off of me, Cecil.  I'll be blasted if I let a flippin' complete stranger knock my recruits around, today or any other day!  Bally unacceptable, it is, and I don't intend to tolerate it!"

    CORPORAL!!"

    He glanced rebelliously at Belarus.

    "We'll see what my other superiors have to say about this…"

    
    Braid rubbed his snout vigorously and made a dismissive motion to his new friends with his other paw. 
    
    "It's awright, mates.  I don't mind; my siblings and I are always socking each other, so being bonked by a hare wasn't a huge deal...  Just let him go and get his superiors...  I bloody well expect that I can give a good report of meself if I come under any suspicion." 
    
    He chuckled heartily and placed a friendly paw around another young hare's shoulder. 
    
    "Right now what I'm most interested in is getting this ol' feast started!"


  • "Get your paws off of me, Cecil.  I'll be blasted if I let a flippin' complete stranger knock my recruits around, today or any other day!  Bally unacceptable, it is, and I don't intend to tolerate it!"

    Cecil gave him a fierce look, he never gave a fierce look to anyone as the middle aged mouse always had a smile on his face. "Corporal, like I said, he was just messing around. You didn't have to go hit him, you could be polite about the whole situation." He slid his paws away from the hares neck and walked next to Braid.

    "We'll see what my other superiors have to say about this…"

    Cecil sighed and smiled to Belarus, seeing him step into the action made it easier on Cecil. He looked back over to the Corporal and frowned with disapproval. "Corporal, I think you should just go for now. Go on." Cecil turned his back to the Hare and patted Braid's shoulder.
    "It's awright, mates.  I don't mind; my siblings and I are always socking each other, so being bonked by a hare wasn't a huge deal…  Just let him go and get his superiors...  I bloody well expect that I can give a good report of meself if I come under any suspicion."

    "Just becareful with your actions next time, not all of the soldiers here will take kindly to joking around. And the feast sounds wonderful, lets get this show on the road, shall we?"



  • Belarus walked in a circle a few times as he continued to mumble to himself

    "Just be careful with your actions next time, not all of the soldiers here will take kindly to joking around. And the feast sounds wonderful, lets get this show on the road, shall we?"

    Belarus scuffed the floor with one foot claw and then looked at Cecil “Aye, I’d rather forget about this little, bump in… Hmmm, say what do you think of the leverets being around and all that? I mean we will be drinking and well you know hares.”

    The middle aged fox gave a slight grin “Perhaps there’s a nice little task the good Corporal could do after all.”


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