The Great Advisor of Salamandastron ((Open))



  • OOC:  Alright if I mod a bit and move things ahead by moving our chars down to the beach, Bel?

    BIC:

    "Yes, that would be a great idea, everybeast can help move a table or two to hold the vittles and drinks, I don't think we'll need tables to eat off of though, we're going to be 'roughing' it remember? … ...I'll go run to the chefs to start preparing."

    The sea-otter nodded understandingly.

    "Righto, mate, good point!  Taint no fun to eat outside if you have to sit at a table…"

    Trotting over to a table near the door, he grasped one end and motioned for the white fox to grab the other.

    "A paw here, Bel!  And you're right, we better watch our step hauling these things down outside, or else the tables are gonna arrive on the beach before we do.  Hahahaha!"

    “Safe… safe, yeah… perhaps we should have them between us and the mountain rather than farther away from it. I don’t know what I’d think if something happen to the little scoffers, as annoying as they can be, they can be real silly too.”

    Braid knitted his brow as he and the fox maneuvered the pine-plank table through the fortress gates and down the stone staircase to the beach.

    "That's a good point, boyo…  Too many blasted raiders along the coast, even wid the mountain and all, ya know?  It'd be a stave-in if something happened to those leverets, I dunno what'd happen..."



  • While the others were moving the tables, Cecil burst out from the kitchens, sticking a two claw into his mouth to whistle to the hares.

    "Alright you lot, you're all going to have to help move large cauldrons, some logs to sit on, and some wooden bowls. Hop to it!" With that said, many of the youngsters frantically scrambled about, giggling and laughing as they did as they were asked. The ex thief sighed and smiled as he did what he could with his one arm.

    "Also, some of the older ones will have to take turns patrolling the mountains with the younger ones, lest he have an invasion, we would need to be prepared at all times. Just keep rotating with each other every couple of hours." Some of the larger and more powerful hares saluted the adviser and nodded with agreement and understanding.

    Cecil gripped onto his chest and coughed, kneeling on the floor. Cough.. Cough.. Cough! Blood flew from his mouth and splattered onto the floor. "Ugh.. now's not the time for this..cough!.." He panted as the coughing fit abruptly ended; slowly standing back up and wiping the blood off of his mouth with a cloth. A hare came over, rubbing the middle aged warrior's back. He cleaned up the blood on the floor for the mouse before anyone could see.

    "Thanks Lad.." Cecil smiled and shoved off outside and down the steps, guiding the ones holding the cauldrons, carefully.



  • OOC: Fine by me.

    BIC: Belarus shrugged as he helped with the table “Yes all too true. Hmmm, at Redwall they don’t have to worry so much about this sort of thing considering they have the abbey’s grounds which are within the safety of the walls. Of course that’s a bit unnecessary for defense here considering that Salamandastron is a solid block of stone…”
    The middle aged fox sighed before continuing “Braid, sometimes I think all this warrior mindset gets in the way of fun what do you think?”



  • Braid nodded sagely at the fox as they laid the table to rest on the sand in front of the mountain.

    "Aye, mate, that's true…  Redwall is a far more innocent place than Salamandastron, from what I've seen today, and blow me, there's a good reason for it, too..."

    The sea otter grinned at Belarus as the two trotted back towards the mountain for another table.

    "I guess you just need to train your mind to divide the warrior's calling into seperate parts, eh?  One part stays ready for conflict, and the other part is always ready for a good carouse...  My father has always looked at life that way, and he's been in his fair share of skirmishes, but has always been as rowdy a seadog as you could hope to meet.  Oh, 'scuse us there."

    Arriving at the bottom of the steps, he stood aside for Cecil and his cauldron-carrying detail.

    "I think that after we've got everything we need from the mountain it'll be time to organize a big 'ol crew to gather driftwood for the bonfire...  We'll need lots of it if'n we're planning on going all night!"



  • Cecil spotted his comrades, saluting them greatly as the hares set the cauldron down on the beach. "Howdy partners, seems like everything is in order down here!" Cecil looked back at some more of the crew who brought down plenty of barrels full of beers, ales, juices, and smaller ones with wine and liquors. They set them on the table that was originally brought out as cecil clapped a paw to his chest, listened to what Braid said about bonfires.

    "Well, I'll let the crew we have now take care of that." He waved the crew off to go fetch some wood.

    "Don't be too long with the other table, gentlemen." He said as a smaller group came down the steps with other types of food.



  • Belarus shrugged slightly at Braid’s response “Easier said than done when you’ve spent most of your previous adult seasons fighting… It’s what I’m used to… what I’m most comfortable with. Everybeast on alert, it’s more secure at the frontlines where the enemies are than back home where every beast has their guard down. It’s stressing not knowing if some beast has your back or not, wondering if they’re awake back there or dozing silently as your foe jumps over the wall. Hah doesn’t helping be the beast with the type of nature that typically is the one doing the surprising, just makes me more aware of the possibilities.”
    He dropped to all fours and started racing up the steps “Won’t take a minute Cecil… if our visiting seadog can run as fast as he can swim, heh, heh.”



  • "Howdy partners, seems like everything is in order down here!"

    Braid saluted back at the mouse and hungrily eyed the drinks and victuals that the hares were hauling down to the shore.

    "Righto, matey!  One more table and I reckon the feast'll be all ready, except for the bonfire, and once your crew gets back with lashings of driftwood, we can get that kindled.  Belarus and I are gonna check back in side for a piece, just to make sure we haven't forgotten anything.  Once we get outside again, it'd probably be a good idea to dig a shallow pit for the bonfire, it'll hold last longer and'll make a for a nice bed of coals for roasting apples when we decide to let it die down."

    Easier said than done when you’ve spent most of your previous adult seasons fighting… It’s what I’m used to… what I’m most comfortable with. Everybeast on alert, it’s more secure at the frontlines where the enemies are than back home where every beast has their guard down. It’s stressing not knowing if some beast has your back or not, wondering if they’re awake back there or dozing silently as your foe jumps over the wall. Hah doesn’t helping be the beast with the type of nature that typically is the one doing the surprising, just makes me more aware of the possibilities.”

    As he sprinted up the steps after the running fox, he ruminated over what the creature had said.

    "Yarr, I suppose you're right, cully.  I wouldn't know as well as you, seeing as I've never been in a proper ol' battle before.  Betcha the Badger Lord has found it handy, having a fox fighting under him and giving him advice as to how the enemy thinks, eh?"

    As the two reached the dining area again (now mostly devoid of hares), the sea otter knit his eyebrows and looked around.

    "Speaking of the badger lord, where do yew suppose he's hiding hisself?  We haven't heard back from that stripling hare that I sent off a bit hence….  Perhaps Cecil might have an idea where those two are, yew think?"



  • Cecil watched them go off again, chuckling in the process. He guided some of the crew who had found the firewood, to set it in a pit. They immediately went to work with the sand, making a mock fire-pit. They moved medium sized stones in a circle and set the wood up equally inside of the small circle. Another group went to fetch flat, large stones, in which they had groups carry each in a big circle around the small circle. Some of them gathered larger logs and set them down next to some of the stones, which made for more seats.

    The cooking crew set the food down on the tables and the barrels of drinks next to each side of the circle, so everyone could pour themselves a mug on each of their sitting sides. Everything was going well, perhaps too well? Cecil usually had a knack when having bad feelings, but nothing tickled him tummy as of yet. Still, he was cautious of what might happen.

    He waited for his friends to come back down with the last of the items, they were ready to start the feast.



  • "Yarr, I suppose you're right, cully. I wouldn't know as well as you, seeing as I've never been in a proper ol' battle before. Betcha the Badger Lord has found it handy, having a fox fighting under him and giving him advice as to how the enemy thinks, eh?"

    Belarus looked over his shoulder as they went through the mountain “Hmmm, heh perhaps it is handy for him, I hope it is though I must say I would have much rather have been a hare at this point… wot, wot!”

    The two came up to the dining area and Belarus immediately headed for one of the tables
    "Speaking of the badger lord, where do yew suppose he's hiding hisself? We haven't heard back from that stripling hare that I sent off a bit hence…. Perhaps Cecil might have an idea where those two are, yew think?"

    Belarus had bent his knees and was already ready to lift the table when he heard Braid “Point… I suppose that hare might be keeping him occupied with his ramblings… or he might be busy in the forge or ancestral chamber… place, whatever they call it. Bahh, we can tell Cecil but I doubt its anything to worry about. Now ermm, about this table?”



  • OOC:  I'm wondering: does the badger lord really need to be at the feast?  I was thinking that it might take valuable RPing time for us to actually locate him and create a role for him in all this.  In the books the badger lords are always going missing for periods of time…  Maybe he could make an appearance if something happens?

    “Hmmm, heh perhaps it is handy for him, I hope it is though I must say I would have much rather have been a hare at this point… wot, wot!”

    Braid laughed merrily as he helped the fox heft the table down the stairs.

    "Well, yew seem close enough to a hare for me right now!"

    “Point… I suppose that hare might be keeping him occupied with his ramblings… or he might be busy in the forge or ancestral chamber… place, whatever they call it. Bahh, we can tell Cecil but I doubt its anything to worry about. Now ermm, about this table?”

    "…And I guess you're right on that count, matey.  If he wants to show up, he will...  As for the table, I think that we ought place it seaside, so if'n we feel like going fishing in the coves in the middle of the night, we'll have a place to do the filleting!"

    After placing the table, the sea otter trotted over to where the mountain of driftwood was being assembled, beckoning for Belarus to accompany him.

    Nudging Cecil, he grinned and beckoned towards a hare, who was approaching with a canister of vegetable oil and a torch.

    "All we need now is to kindle the fire, and the festivities'll be started, mate!"



  • Cecil chuckled as he saw his friends come back yet again then laughed as he was nudged. "Well matey, there should be some lit lanterns at the base of the steps, usually to light a way to show travelers how to climb to the gates. We could steal one of those, it shouldn't be too much of a problem." Cecil shooed a youngster to go do that for him as he watched the rest put the foot and things on the tables. There were enough seats for everyone in the campfire circle.

    He ran over to the table where the vast amount of wooden mugs sat and tossed one to Belarus and one to Braid while keeping one for himself. "Well, Belarus, and Braid, how about we crack open these barrels and become drunk off of life.. and also from these beverages?" He signaled a hare to crack open the tops of each of the many barrels, showing the variety of colors for each different drink.

    Food was just about ready to be served and eaten, but each Hare wanted to join in on the first drink too. Every single one grabbed a mug as the fire was prepared and lit accordingly.
    OOC: Yeah what about the badger? o-o



  • Belarus waited until after a good number of others had filled their mugs before filling his own. He looked down at the liquid as he swirled it around inside the cup  frowning at first“Hmmm yes, for life not to… forget…” the middle aged fox looked up and grinned broadly “Ahhhh what hmmm, what do you think Braid? Which is your favorite pick eh?”

    OOC: Just a thought I can’t remember which book but isn’t grog flammable? I wasn’t sure to bring it up in my actual character’s post but perhaps I could bring up the idea of using vermin grog for a light show of sorts. This was a random thought, not something I intentionally tried to cook up.



  • OOC:  Howzabout Ye Auld Badger Lorde is up to something in his forge and is more or less not paying attention to anything?

    Bel-  Hey, good idea haha.  Although grog is pretty much watered down rum, so obviously it's gonna have a lot lower flashpoint than it normally would…  A stronger spirit would be in order, and I 'spec that we could find one of those.  BD

    BIC:  Braid whooped and caught the mug which Cecil tossed him.  Trotting over to to a broached keg of dark ale, he jostled with the mountain hares to serve himself, and then made his way over to the edge of the roaring bonfire where his two friends stood.

    "Ey, mates, the night just got better!  Good food and drinks, and good hearties all around.  'Tis a night which won't be wasted!"

    “Ahhhh what hmmm, what do you think Braid? Which is your favorite pick eh?”

    "Hmmm…  I'm fond of any malted beverage, cully!  I dun like the sweet cordials, but if'n I'm pressed, I'll take wine, too!"

    The sea otter bumped mugs with the fox and sucked in a large mouthful of the beer, at the same time heading for the tables of food.

    "Cecil, you better hurry up!  I see a lot of tuck, but I also see a lot of hares.  If we don't watch out, they'll clean the banquet right up!"

    He winked cheekily at a plump young private and snatched a chunk of cheese from the creature's plate, tossing it to the older mouse.



  • OOC: Anyone have ideas to have vermin attack when all of our characters are plastered? xD This will be too interesting; sloppy, stumbling beasts trying to defend their fortress.

    Cecil saw the projectile of cheese coming his way and kicked it up with his foot, catching it with his teeth. This was the problem with only having one arm, his paw was always full! He put down his mug of Seaweed Grog and took the hunk of cheese out of his mouth. "Thank you Braid!" He shouted over to his younger friend, taking a bite from it, putting it down, then swigging a mouth full of the bitter and heavy alcoholic drink.

    "The fires going, everybeast is enjoying themselves, this day is going great, even if it's a bit nippy out." He walked over to Braid and Belarus, nudging them both with his shoulder, big smile on his face. "So friends, I suspect that all the barrels of drinks will be finished by the end of the night?" He pointed his nose towards the food, smiling. "And the food too?"  He finished off the first mug of his Grog, not quite feeling it yet, but he felt the burn of it in his throat and the warm feeling creep up from his belly. He already knew the outcome of the night. "Hope you all don't have weak stomachs, we can't be cleaning the beach off because of throw up."



  • "Hmmm… I'm fond of any malted beverage, cully! I dun like the sweet cordials, but if'n I'm pressed, I'll take wine, too!"

    Belarus chuckled lightly and held up his mug “Not too picky eh? Hah perfect for trying a bit of everything thing… so long as you don’t get the combinations that don’t go well, heh, heh.”
    He winked at Braid then took a sip of grog from his mug before taking a sizable but not exaggerated gulp.

    "So friends, I suspect that all the barrels of drinks will be finished by the end of the night?"…"And the food too?"
    The fox shook his head and smiled at Cecil “Suspect? Hah, look around, hares, its not something to suspect it is something that’s practically already happened!”

    "Hope you all don't have weak stomachs, we can't be cleaning the beach off because of throw up."

    Belarus looked at Cecil questioningly then to Braid and back to Cecil again “That shouldn’t be the case so long as the leverets don’t get their paws on any of the stuff. Unless you think you can drink us out cold, hmmm?”



  • OOC:  Ahaha, Mental awareness code white.  xD  That will be major fun to RP, I'm all for it.  Anybody care to start the hints of the attack in their next post?  If not I can just edit something into this one.

    BIC: 
    "The fires going, everybeast is enjoying themselves, this day is going great, even if it's a bit nippy out." He walked over to Braid and Belarus, nudging them both with his shoulder, big smile on his face. "So friends, I suspect that all the barrels of drinks will be finished by the end of the night?"

    Braid guffawed at Cecil's question and Belarus' subsequent remarks.

    "Too true, Bel!  As long as the leverets don't get the idea that what's going on out here is better than what they're doing, I'll think we'll be sound n' safe!  And Cecil, blow me if that's not a sound prediction.  We better fill ourselves as fast as we can now, lestin' we be left with growling stomachs!"

    Swallowing the last bit of brown beer from his mug, the sea otter arrived at the food table and grabbed a wooden trencher, heaping the crude plate with cheese, some sliced apples, and a fragrant vegetable turnover.

    Remembering that Cecil had only one arm, the sea otter set his food and mug on a nearby unbroached keg of nettlebeer and hastened to his friend's side.

    "Need any help thar, matey?"



  • (Everyone you can reply back to my first part of the post, then after the second part reply again)

    “Suspect? Hah, look around, hares, its not something to suspect it is something that’s practically already happened!”

    Cecil refilled his mug and took another swig of his drink while nodding with agreement. "Aye, that is true matey."

    “That shouldn’t be the case so long as the leverets don’t get their paws on any of the stuff. Unless you think you can drink us out cold, hmmm?”

    Cecil smirked, looking over to Braid, then back to Belarus. "You might have a whole set of seasons in age ahead of me, but I've been through my fair share of competitions and experiences myself. Now the youngin' over there, he's the one I'm most worried about. Braid's no older than the leverets that are causing chaos with the food!" The middle aged mouse pointed over to the young Sea Otter, jokingly.

    "Need any help thar, matey?"

    "Everything's fine and dandy!" He said chuckling

    (Alright for the sake of time that Marsh has, Ima fast forward a bit, we'll just say we are in the drinking competition, one hour from when Cecil replied to you guys)

    An hour passed since then, the drinking competition was set to begin. Most of the beasts were already stumbling and slurring, happy as ever with flushed cheeks. Others were sitting by the fire in the same state, singing sea songs and telling tales.
    Cecil's cheeks were of a rosy hue, you could see it slightly with his thick cheek fur. He giggled a bit, waiting for his competition to get ready. "Hurrrry up Lads!"



  • OOC:  Bel, I didn't realize that I posted when it was your turn.  If you want I you could post and I could modify my post to go around what you were intending Bel to do.  🙂

    BIC:  "You might have a whole set of seasons in age ahead of me, but I've been through my fair share of competitions and experiences myself. Now the youngin' over there, he's the one I'm most worried about. Braid's no older than the leverets that are causing chaos with the food!"

    Braid turned and faced Cecil and Bel, feigning comical offense.

    "Me a leveret?  Ha!  Yew two are old enough to be my ancient ancestors!  Ya better sit down before yer legs buckle beneath you!  Hahahahaha!"

    Seeing that the older mouse was more than taking care of himself at the serving table, the young sea-otter grabbed his platter and his mug and made his way to the bonfire.

    
    Braid laboriously got up off of the warm sand and made his way over to the cluster of noisy beasts assembled a short distance away from the fire.  Sighting his friends, he made his way over to them and grasped them both chummily (if a little too firmly) by the shoulder.
    
    "Drinking contest, eh mates?  Dandy!  'Av they picked the keg to kill yet?"


  • OOC: I don't care, I still am not sure about what to write really.

    BIC: Belarus was gazing downwards at his empty plate with partially closed eyes when he heard Braid "Drinking contest, eh mates?  Dandy!  'Av they picked the keg to kill yet?"
    He slowly raised his head up and blinled lazzily "Hmmm, ya mean we 'aven't started yet… Well wut are we waitin ferr, summertime?"
    He grinned to Cecil and stood up speedily almost to the point he lost his balance and fell, fortunantly most of his balance was on his good leg "Come on chap, be the honored un ta pick the keg!"
    He started to look his mug so he could fill it having completely forgotten he was still holding it in his claws "Hmm, wurr did I put it?"



  • Cecil gave off a dumb staring off into space look before everything that was said by the others clicked into his head. He chuckled heartily, patting Braid on the back with equal force to his grab. "Oh, I think the barrel of Ale will do jusssstt finee~" He looked at the stumbled Belarus before watching him up and about completely. "Hey, your cup is in your paws ya goof!" Cecil said giggling like a dibbun watching the confused fox look around for the mug.

    Some of the other older patrol beasts came over, wanting to also join in on the festivities. The young ones turned around to watch, while they were all in their own little buzz.
    "Come, come, Belarus. Lets get this show on the road." Cecil slammed his mug down as grog splashed on the table. "Rules are simple, gentlebeasts. First one to drink the most in five minutes wins, whoever throws up is automatically out. This is a lightning quick game, if you can't chug, you'll be the on in last! Any questionnsss?"


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