| You see a huge building looming up in front of you. It has thick red sandstone walls with ivy crawling up the sides, and the only way you see possible to get inside is through a large wooden gate. You can just see the tip of the Proper roof when you step back and peer over the walls, but no matter how far away you are, you can always see the majestic bell tower, rising far higher than any other part of the building. Then you hear it toll. It is a resounding toll that would seem intimidating to vermin, but warm and welcoming to goodbeasts wishing to stay in the abbey. You look down at the gate. You hear a bolt slide, and some muffled scrapes of wood upon wood. Then the gate swings slowly open. A mouse stands in front of you, wearing a dark habit with the hood up and over his eyes, and holding a majestic sword in his paw. You step back, very much wary of this mouse. But then he lowers his sword and speaks in a kind, yet firm voice. "Welcome, Traveler. Welcome to Redwall Abbey." ~~~ REDWALL SEASONS ANNOUNCEMENTS ~ In the early stages of this website, I (Lord Oakspar) am allowing positions to be given out to newcomers- as long as they join early, and stay loyal to RS. If you want a position, make sure you join, post your character application, and see me for other details. PM me the position you would like. ~ I'm sorry for being gone, but now I'm back, and ready to begin making this place active! If you want to be a part of perhaps an exciting Redwall Role-playing site in the future, join us! |
| Sentry Duty; Coppscut sees something on the water. | |
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| Coppscut | Apr 20 2010, 02:08 PM Post #1 |
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General Coppscut stood out on the shores of the great sea, the waters lapping at his long furry feet, the breeze whistling in his ears; the salty smell tingling his nostrils. He breathed deeply. "Aaaah." He was on sentry duty. Of course, that sounds like a curious occupation for the general of the Salamandastron Long Patrol of fighting and boxing hares, but Coppscut didn't care. He needed fresh air, and time to think. Indeed- time to think. About what? Coppscut had many things to think about. He had not thought for eight seasons, it seemed, or had proper time to ponder since the Badger Lord Oakspar came to the mountain. So as he stood there and smelled the salty sea water, and watched the leaves waft through the air, over the waves, he thought about his family. His family! He had never known his family. "I have never known any flippin' family, wot!" He muttered to himself, frowning. It was not a pleasant thought. His latest recruit, by the name of Wanderfin, had a family and everything. His father and mother even walked with him to see him off into the belly of the mountain, where he would spend the next years training to be a Salamandastron fighting hare. Coppscut sighed. What he would give to have a family again! He knew little of his past; only that an eagle had rescued him from certain death and given him into the care of another hare clan. That was where he got his accent. He should have had the accent of a highlander; a northern hare, but he did not live long enough with those hares to grow up with it. He just had a slight slur that proved his inherent accent. And now his sharp green eyes caught motion on the horizon of the sea. It was a ship- that was understood right away. But what kind of ship? A corsair ship? That was the first option that came to mind; no ship had beached in Salamandastron's shores in nine seasons, and no corsair ship in ten. Coppscut commenced talking to himself, like he did considerably when he was alone. "A merchant ship? Nae, couldn't be. It must be a bally searat jugger, eh ol' boy?" He found himself hopping with excitement. If it was a corsair ship, he would need to alert the badger lord. He had never seen Oakspar fight before. This could be the greatest thrill of his life so far, long as it was! He understood that Oakspar held in his mighty fist a staff, but he did not know if he fought with it as well. He calmed himself down. It was no use for sentries to hop around like enthusiastic leveret. He did not know if it even was a corsair ship! He decided to wait and see. Suddenly a paw rested on his shoulder. Coppscut jumped. ((that's your cue, Oakspar! Is it alright if Wanderfin is one of my alts?)) |
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| Lord Oakspar | Apr 20 2010, 03:18 PM Post #2 |
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Lord Oakspar was bored. He sat high in his chamber in the top of the mountain, but for the first time since he had been there, he was bored. Boredom is not acceptable for Lord of Salamandastron, thought Oakspar. However, he could not shake off the feeling that there was nothing to do; General Coppscut was out on sentry duty. "What, for the third time today?" Muttered Oakspar. He decided to go find him. In a moment he was out of the great mountain, and he turned around and looked up at it. It towered like the foot of a giant. Even a badger, with such a strong mind as his own, could not help but shudder at the glorious might of the Mountain of the Fire Lizard. He turned toward the shore, and just in sight he glimpsed his friend the General, standing just out of the rising tide. Oakspar smiled. He looked like a little recruit standing like that. He crossed the sands quietly, footpaws silently padding through the sand. He soon stood behind him, and he reached out and rested his paw on his shoulder. Coppscut jumped. Oakspar almost roared with surprise and stepped back, his huge bulk losing balance and falling into the sand. He had not meant to surprise him. |
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| Coppscut | May 2 2010, 03:08 PM Post #3 |
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Coppscut stuttered to speak. "Milord, curse me for doin' that, milord Oakspar! I did not mean to startle you, milord! Forgive me!" He rushed to help up his badger lord, although he would do little in helping. The badger was a massive creature, and far too heavy that anyone other than himself could 'help himself up'. He stole a glance back to the ship. Where was it? He had just seen it. Now it was gone. "Dem the tub!" He cursed. Where had it disappeared to? He was not so old that he had seen a mirage! And there were no mirages on salty, moist airy days like these. If only his sharp eyes had pierced through a low mist that had hid the ship from view. |
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| Lord Oakspar | May 13 2010, 08:47 AM Post #4 |
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Oakspar quickly rose and composed himself. "That's fine, good Copp. 'Twas my fault." His eyes gazed out at sea, like they did so often. He glimpsed something. "What is that- out, just past the mist? Is it my imagination? Or is it... a ship?" |
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| Coppscut | May 14 2010, 01:43 PM Post #5 |
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General Coppscut brushed sand off his legs. He peered out to sea. "Er, milord, I don't see any thing from here out to the jolly end of the earth, wot! But yer eyes c'n see a whopping great distance, Sir, so I betcha yer right there. I'll summon some of my troops to stand on shore duty, and a jollyboat to investigate in close. Good idea? Would you like that, milord?" Coppscut still could not see the ship. |
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| Lord Oakspar | May 19 2010, 12:25 PM Post #6 |
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Oakspar could glimpse the tall mainmast of the ship. He nodded to Coppscut. "Yes, my friend. Gather some troops. A dozen should be fine for now, at least until they get closer. Bring along young Wanderfin along as well. 'Twould be a good learning experience for him." He didn't know if this was the time for a learning experience, but he wasn't sure the ship was a corsair ship. However, he could not shake off the feeling of worry that rested on him. Peace eluded him every day as Badger Lord, though, so he could not trust his senses perfectly. Coppscut left, and Oakspar stood alone on the shores, watching the ship, waiting for it to show itself more clearly, and pondering his predicament. If it is a corsair ship, we will need to muster ourselves. But why would a corsair ship come to us now, and not earlier? The storm had finished the previous early morning, but now the air was completely still. Different than it had been only twenty minutes ago. Not even insects dared to show themselves. Edited by Lord Oakspar, May 19 2010, 12:26 PM.
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| Coppscut | Jun 18 2010, 07:53 PM Post #7 |
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Coppscut obediently padded through the cool sand toward the mountain. It never ceased to amaze him how intelligent his badger lord was...during all kinds of trials and difficult times...yet he thought of the minor things at the same time, like young Wanderfin! He signaled to the gate guards, who opened it for him, and then sought out the new recruit. He found him before long rope-skipping with a couple of comrades. As he entered the room, Wanderfin and two other recruits saluted. "Sah!" They exclaimed, standing to attention. Coppscut nodded approvingly, then got right to business. "Wanderfin," he pointed out, "come here with me. Th' good Badger Lud desires your presence, Recruit, wot!" He gestured for the other two to leave, and they did. That left him alone with Wanderfin, who followed the general into another room. There stood another hare, this one large, and intimidating. Yet he saluted to Coppscut. Coppscut nodded and said: "Get me twenny soljahs, quick, sah!" The hare rushed out of the room, and Coppscut and Wanderfin only needed to wait a minute before he was back with twenty solid, war-hardened Long Patrol hares, of varying ranks. The hare pointed out one of them as the highest ranked of the twenty- Long Patrol Brigadier- and returned to his post. Coppscut led the twenty and one hares out of the mountain gates, and the guards saluted as he left. Coppscut and Wanderfin walked ahead of the rest. "Permission t' speak, sah!" Wanderfin said. Copp was amazed at his sudden change of attitude. He never speaks respectfully like this...I wonder what's wrong! "Permission granted, Soljah!" "Why are we h'out here, Coppscuttle, old fella, wot?" Ah, so he hasn't changed. "We are goin' t' stand here an' wait f'r..." he paused. He spun around and shouted: "Why dos h'it matter t' you, Recruit? Get back in line wi' th' rest!" The rest of the walk was spent in silence, with the occasional chuckle among the older sergeants in the ranks. Older than Coppscut, to be exact. They approached the badger lord. Coppscut signaled with his hands and the twenty and one Long Patrol hares (boxing and fighting hares among pike hares) organized themselves along the shore. Coppscut stood to attention behind Lord Oakspar. "Milord!" Coppscut saluted. "One score soldiers here h'awaitin' your command, sah!" He leaned closer and whispered. "...and one Wanderfin." with a smile. |
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