Noonvale: The Lost Journey

[baransarn]

 Pesselus the squirrel walks wearily across the road in a torn smock of a deep blood red a green. He walks over a hill to find a pinpoint of an object a good mile away.
"Aye, why thee must bother, thy will wither and die in this accursed forest."
Pesselus continues walking picking up roots and tubers from the ground. Being abandon as a babe, he has grown hardy yet the seasons have grown on him, even though being quite young. As he walked through the forest clearing, he noticed the red building enlarging as he drew closer. The moonlight guided him to a gate of heavy wood. He raps on the door once, twice and thrice.
"Thy be at mercy of you castle, just open thy doors!"
With a thud, he faints  and collapses ove dehydration and exhuastion.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye, already exuasted, did not run with the others. he hears a thud at the gate and opens it. there, lying half dead was a squirrel. Dead Eye quickly picked it up and ran to the Abbot and the elders for help

[Beem]

 *seeing dead eye open the door and have an odd look, then pick up a bundle he quickly runs over to help.  His habit's hem flowing down the steps behind him, and the pan flute pouch bouncing with him.  Catches up to him and tries to help with the load* here lemme help

[Dead Eye]

 "Thanks, but you are faster than me. Run to the Abbey and get help. I will hurry up with this." he says, but no sonner did the words leave his mouth than the sleek otter was racing towards the building

[baransarn]

 Pesselus opens his eyes with a moan and notices he is being carried by a badger.
"Puteth thee down. Thy at the Dark Forest!?"
With a flash, the squirrel faints once more due to lack of energy.

[Dead Eye]

 "Just hold still little friend." when he sees the squirrell was going into shock he stared screaming "Ad! BloodRath! Some one! Help me!" he starts running even faster, praying that the otter had got the Aboot and the rest

[Beem]

 *plows in through the abby doors, and franticaly looks for the father, spying him, he plows through beasts crowded in the room near the table, making his way to the father.  Upon reaching him he whispers the situation into his ear, so as not to create a large comotion with the other beasts*

[baransarn]

 Pennelus finds himself dreaming of a great vast army of vermin marching to his homeland. A cackle echos throughout the land as squirrell archers defend themselves. He is separeted from his family and is taken to a hollow cave covered with brush. The vermin begin setting fire to the trees smoking the squirrels out of the tree. As his mother and father die with a agonizing scream, he wakes up wimpering.

[Beem]

 ooc: I know against the rules, but it can be deleted as soon as I get an answer, is someone rping the abbot?

[Dead Eye]

 "Hold on friend, just hold on"

[baransarn]

 "Whereth are thy, sir?"  he said waking up from the horrible dream.

[Bloodrath]

 OOC- Currently no, but Ad will do it. But right now I can take control of the abbot.

Bloodrath

The young, tall otter, in his run, stops when he notices the gate has been opened. He quickly paces towards the others near the gate, and seeing a squirrel on the ground, he quickly ask to the beasts around him.

"What happened? This squirrel looks in bad shape. We should get him inside and to father Abbot. I think he is in the dining hall. Here, someone help me hoist this squirrel and lets carry him inside."


Father Abbot

The father Abbot of Redwall was sitting in the Dining Hall, having his nightly tea. He was reading an old book of history peacefully. There were many beasts around him, still lagging behind from the feast that has just concluded.

He blockes out the rest of the noise, and continues to read in his abbout chair, indulged in the past history of the forgotten Noonvale

[Dead Eye]

 "Father! A weak squirrel came to our gates. i found him, but he is going into shock. i think we should take him to the infarmy" Dead Eye spoke between his breathes. he had ran from the gates to the abbot until help had shown.  

[Bloodrath]

 Father Abbot

The Abbot looks p from his book, and notcies Dead Eye is speaking to him. He puts down his book and Noonvale and perks to attention infront of Dead Eye. He relaxes then starts.

"Hmm. A weak squirrel you say? Well, yes, okay. Bring him to the infirmary right away. I will send for healers. I hope the young un is okay. I will be up there shortly and try too see how he is doing. Make sure you bring him up nice and easy now. No need rush it. Well be on your way you young scallwag."

The abbot then sighs, and returns to his book, waiting for the party that is bringing in the injured beast to pass, since he doesn't want to delay them by his slowness.

[Kazaar]

 Kiros ran up to the squirrel and grabbed him because he is stronger than Dead Eye  and carriered him over his shoulder and starts running to the infirmary. "I wonder what happened to this squirrel....." Kiros said as he sped up.