The Golden Leaf Inn

Quest for the Name of Martin


Cast

Narrator
Eroket Nightblade
Akilya Wisebrook
Kenlock
Weston
Ari
Feverfew
Tarran
Fiora

Installment #4: A Strange Occurance

Narrator:
They continued their journey through mossflower woods, yet Eroket seemed to be missing from the main group...
Eroket Nightblade:
Grinning the ermine mofves through the underbrush to the camp
Eroket Nightblade:
ero sits down by the fire, discarding his wristblades.
Eroket Nightblade:
Eroket has ripped the heart out of one of his latest opponent.
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine killed the bandit quickly, idiot demanded him to turn over possessions and food.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero drops the heart with a grin.
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine grins and looks at several other mutilated bodies.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Hope they didn't hear the screams..."
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero runs from the mutilated corpses and back to camp.
Kenlock:
"Where have you been?" The hooded otter says to the ermine. Kenlock narrows his eyes, but his face is in the dark from under his hood, and cannot be seen.
Eroket Nightblade:
He smiles disarmingly. "simply got some berries:
Feverfew:
"Ooh, berries! What kinds?" asks Feverfew, stirring from a short nap.
Eroket Nightblade:
"strawberries." Holds up a bunch of them:
Kenlock:
"Berries... That is a somewhat amusing thought. The berry-pickin' ermine. Heh..." Kenlock half grins.
Feverfew:
The young hedgehog streches and yawns. "Strawberries... I bet they aren't as nice as the ones from our strawberry patch at Redwall." She dusts off her apron and looks for things to do.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero grins. "Have the berries...I already ate."
Feverfew:
She looks up at Eroket. "That must have been a pretty big bush if you've already eaten. You still have some juice on your chin!"
Eroket Nightblade:
"I do?" He wipes it away quickly. "Thanks."
Kenlock:
Kenlock adjusts his weight from one leg to the other and drums his fingers on his spear. "Careful... Eat too many and you won't feel too good later..." He says with a sarcastic chuckle.
Tarran:
Hearing the sound of food, Tarran wakes up, and looks groggily around.
Eroket Nightblade:
"I rarely feel good after meals." He chuckles
Tarran:
"Woss goin' on." says the nearly blotto mouse.
Feverfew:
"Well, that I don't understand! That's when I feel best!" She relieves him of the basket and contents herself pulling off the green of an especially big one.
Kenlock:
"I'd rather have meat than berries..." Kenlock says flavorlessly.
Feverfew:
"Bleagh, meat? I hope you mean fish! Seems almost mean to eat birds and the like.
Feverfew:
"
Eroket Nightblade:
"I have a fish..."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Caught it..."
Tarran:
"You would." says Tarran.
Weston:
Weston rolls over and shoves his head under his pillow, mumbling about the amount of noise that's being made.
Kenlock:
"Then give it up... We may be able to make a half decent soup." The otter says with a sigh.
Tarran:
"Wake up booger-nose," Tarran pokes the sleeping squirrel.
Weston:
Weston's good foot lashes out at the mouse, but other than that he doesn't stir.
Feverfew:
Feverfew tosses a tiny strawberry at Tarran. "Let him be, at least he isn't yelling at you now."
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine takes out the fish and everything else to mmake a stew. "Decent enough...make the stew."
Tarran:
Tarran catches the strawberry and shoves it in his mouth. "This's prolly the only time I'll get to bug him without losing a limb."
Kenlock:
Kenlock takes in a long breath of air. "I'll get some water." And with that he walks off in the direction of the stream.
Eroket Nightblade:
"I'll take off yer arm for ye, Tarran."
Tarran:
"Oh no you won't. I'm far too quick for you ya' rotten stoat thing."
Kenlock:
Arriving at the stream, the otter takes a moment to splash a bit of water over his face.
Eroket Nightblade:
"You're an idiot, Tarran I oughta tsake you apart like-" Stops before he finishes
Tarran:
"Like who?" asks Tarran, attempting to draw the Ermine into a verbal trap.
Feverfew:
"Do you need anything else for the soup? I'm not much of a cook but I know carrots from watercress," appeals Feverfew, placing the basket on the ground.
Kenlock:
Kenlock fills a canteen for soup water, and refills another for his own use.
Eroket Nightblade:
"that big pricker bush."
Eroket Nightblade:
He grins. "I got breakfast so cook it."
Feverfew:
"You need a whole nettle for a pot of soup?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"Got caught on it."
Kenlock:
At the sound of a nearby bird chirping, Kenlock freezes and stays silent.
Kenlock:
Hear some can act like em birds.... The otter tightens his grip on the spear. Probably just a bird though
Eroket Nightblade:
"Get breakfast ready, already."
Kenlock:
Better safe than sorry Kenlock.. He hears the bird chirp again and moves his paw down the spear to a better throwing position.
Tarran:
Tarran walks over to the kitchen and starts eating the raw sugar.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Akilya, maybe?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"Where's breakfast?"
Kenlock:
In a second, the otter throws the spear, and it flies through the air to the source of the chirping.
Kenlock:
For a moment he remains still and silent, then he sprints off to see if he hit anything.
Feverfew:
Feverfew scratches her head; she's not used to being ignored.
Kenlock:
Kenlock hops through a bush and sees a dead bird on the ground with a spear protruding through it's breast.
Feverfew:
"Mister Eroket? Do you need anything else for the soup?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"What I brought is fine"
Kenlock:
"Er..." The otter walks over and pulls out the spear.
Tarran:
Tarran stops eating sugar and walks over to where Feverfew is sitting. "Want some sugar?"
Kenlock:
Kenlock pays no attention to the exposed lung and liver, but instead gets ready to drag the bird back to camp.
Kenlock:
"Atleast we got some food now..."
Feverfew:
Certainly. What do confused dibbuns need more than sugar?
Weston:
Weston slowly blinks himself awake.
Kenlock:
Then, from the corner of his eye, Kenlock notices something.
Ari:
A rustle is heard from the branches over head, followed by an only half - muffled "Ow!"
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero trips over Akilya's sleeping form. "Ah!"
Weston:
Weston recognizes the voice and sits up in more than slight confusion.
Kenlock:
He leaves the bird and walks cautiously over to the red patch of blood next to a tree.
Kenlock:
"This is not the bird's blood..."
Feverfew:
Feverfew looks up into the branches. "Hullo up there!?"
Akilya Wisebrook:
She yelps and snatches wildly at the ermine's footpaw, not even realizing it's Eroket at first, snapped to rude awakening.
Eroket Nightblade:
The corpses of the three bandits are hideously mutilated and dismembered...right beneath the tree
Kenlock:
Kenlock pushes through a bush and stops suddenly.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Yaagh!" He falls right on top of Akikya
Ari:
In an amazing outfit of leaves, braches, and an extremely disheveled tunic, a squirrelmaid drops like a stone from a nearby oak.
Weston:
Weston continues to blink. "Ari?"
Kenlock:
"Err... These guys had a rough time." The otter stares at the three bloody, mutilated beasts.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero lands on her
Feverfew:
Feverfew sits and muches strawberries, tossing the tops over her shoulder.
Akilya Wisebrook:
With a yell the ottermaid kicks at Eroket and struggles to her footpaws, stumbling backwards right into Weston and yelping again.
Kenlock:
"But what did this...?" Kenlock crouches down next to one of the corpses for a closer examination.
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine looks completely immobile for several seconds and begins gasping.
Weston:
The squirrel drags himself to his feet. "Wh?" he gapes. A moment later he's hit by an otter and trips, stubbing his already-wounded foot on a root. "Gaaaaah!"
Eroket Nightblade:
"Somebeast kill me, please..."
Ari:
The amazing dropping squirrel lets out a louder "Ow!" followed by a hesitant "....Weston?"
Feverfew:
The young hedgehog jumps up at attention when she hears yells coming from everywhere at once.
Tarran:
Tarran bounces over to the scene of the crime.
Eroket Nightblade:
In an amazingly bad mood the ermine stalks to the forest. "Kenlock?"
Kenlock:
"The intestines have been exposed, the necks slit, the throats ripped out, and this one is missing a hand." Kenlock smiles, "Some beast went a little overboard."
Akilya Wisebrook:
Akilya manages to recover from all the clumsiness as she finally comes fully conscious and blinks about her. "Uhm..."
Weston:
Weston, cursing eloquently under his breath, drags himself into a sitting position. "How... Ari, how did you...?"
Feverfew:
She scuttles away from the scene, towards the river where Kenlock had gone. She stops when she sees the bird with a hole through it, then hurries forward, wondering what happened to the mysterious otter.
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine calls. "Hey Akilya! Over 'ere!"
Kenlock:
"Whoever it was was in a hurry--they didn't bother to conceal the tracks." Kenlock grins as he stares at the stoat-like footprints. "They head to our camp."
Akilya Wisebrook:
She glares over in Eroket's direction. "What do you want?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"Stoat footrpints...odd..."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Come ove rhere, Akilya...you may wanna see this"
Akilya Wisebrook:
Her temperament has been turned quite foul by the rude awakening.
Feverfew:
Feverfew pushes through the brush and screams at the scene greeting her: Kenlock standing, spear in hand, over three mutilated bodies.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Need one of your intelligence."
Tarran:
"Eroket did it!" Tarran yells, "Kill 'im."
Eroket Nightblade:
"I would never kill beasts in this manner...twasn't me..."
Akilya Wisebrook:
With an irritable sigh, the ottermaid crunches through the brush in Eroket's direction. "What is----"
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine places a footpaw on the footprint, its smaller...the ermine has whittled the footprints to the wrong size as a precaution
Feverfew:
Shaking all over, she is trying to make her legs move, in any direction, but she can't move, eyes frozen to the sight in front of her.
Ari:
Ari stands up - quite gracefully for somebeast half covered in foliage - and walks over to Weston. "I followed you, which I think is quite obvious." She inspects Weston. "What happened to you?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"These corpses, Akilya..."
Akilya Wisebrook:
She stops at the sight of the bodies, not quite comprehending at first, but then she takes in precisely what the three bloody messes are.
Akilya Wisebrook:
"Oh...those...are....."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Somebeats got to these poor fools...they were ferrets."
Kenlock:
Kenlock has a half-grin painted on his face. He always feels good when around bloody carcasses.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero lifts something up. A heart
Tarran:
"Then why," asks Tarran, "Do the tracks follow you around exactly?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"I have no clue...I came around the other side after getting breakfast
Akilya Wisebrook:
Then the smell strikes her sensitive nose and her stomach roils. "I think..." Her voice is weak with the effort to hold back nausea. "I think I'm..."
Feverfew:
Feverfew starts to move slowly towards the bodies, still shaking. "They're all..."
Weston:
Weston stands, dusting himself off. "A very many things. None of which were pleasant."
Kenlock:
"Let me see that." Kenlock grabs the heart from out of Eroket's hand.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero drops it and walks to Akila, concern written on his face. "come on...don't look at it..."
Tarran:
"Take a few steps, Eroket."
Akilya Wisebrook:
Akilya staggers off into the bushes away from sight and the sound of noisy retching is heard.
Eroket Nightblade:
"There's a bite in the heart...and ther eisn't near as much blood as there should be..."
Eroket Nightblade:
"What killed them, Kenlock?"
Kenlock:
The otter sniffs at the heart, and presses his fingers against, scanning for the amount of moisture.
Tarran:
"Oh look!" says Tarran "When Eroket walks, new tracks exactly like the ones made by the killer are made!"
Ari:
Ari smiles. "You do seem to attract trouble," she mutters, glancing at the scene around her. She moves forward and gives him a quick embrace.
Eroket Nightblade:
The tracks he makes ar eidfferent, the ermine was to careful to link himself there
Feverfew:
Feverfew feels herself swaying. Even for a healer, she was still little more than a dibbun. She goes down unconcious.
Kenlock:
"This killing was recent..."
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero's amber eyes look focused. "Very recent...which means the murderer could still be here..."
Weston:
Weston sighs as three sounds he's come to associate with trouple reach his ears- retching, a thud, and Tarran's voice.
Tarran:
"He is!" says Tarran, "Let's follow the tracks."
Kenlock:
"The killer is close." Kenlock glances over to Eroket.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero blinks. "Are you accussing me?!"
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero replies. "Any idea, Kenlock?"
Ari:
Ari stares at her surroundings. "I'm afraid I only just caught up. What happened here?"
Kenlock:
"Err... Ideas... Yes..."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Three ferrets mutilated horribly."
Tarran:
"I've got an idea." says Tarran, drawing his sword. "Let's deal justice."
Weston:
Weston rolls his eyes. "I only just awak-" A sound he's come to associate with big trouble reaches his ears- Tarran drawing a sword.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero's eyes widen and he prepares to draw his swor.d "Stay way from me! You want justice then run yerself through! You prolly killed 'em to accuse me!
Eroket Nightblade:
He walks over to where Akilya is. "Are you alright?"
Tarran:
'How could I kill them?" asks Tarran, incredulous. "They outnumber me."
Akilya Wisebrook:
Eroket manages to walk in just as Akilya's trying desperately not to think about the sight and scent of those bodies--which of course makes her think of them all the more. She retches again, right on Eroket's footpaws.
Weston:
Weston bounds through the bushes, intent on stopping- or at least minimizing- any bloodshed.
Kenlock:
"Lets get these creatures planted... Unless we want to use em for the stew...." Kenlock says while dragging the three bodies into a pile.
Ari:
Ari brushes off enough leaves and twigs to reveal her broom, tied to a sling on her back. "Wes...?"
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine growls in displeasure, wiping his boots angrily. "Its alright...I was like this when I first saw a dead body
Weston:
Weston stumbles on to the scene. His eyebrows go up. "It seems I should sleep less often."
Akilya Wisebrook:
"Will you just go away??" Akilya snarls, inwardly fighting her heaving stomach.
Kenlock:
The otter stares into the face of one of the dead ferrets.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Want help to camp? I just want to help you..."
Tarran:
"Murderer." Tarran advances on Eroket, not wanting to miss the oppurtunity to silence the Ermine.
Akilya Wisebrook:
She hates the thought of that vermin seeing her throwing up over the sight of bodies, and she's none too well-disposed to him at the moment for it.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Akilya...I'm just looking after my friend..."
Kenlock:
Kenlocks lets out a sigh and sets himself down on a log.
Ari:
Ari followes Weston cautiously, broom held up in front of her. An amazing scene meets her eyes. "Um...perhaps I shouldn't have followed you."
Weston:
Weston calmly moves to intercept Tarran, realizing that bloody corpses are not quite as much trouble as the mouse. "Put the sword down."
Eroket Nightblade:
Then rage fills him, he rips his sword from its sheath whirling around. "I'll giv eye murderer if ye make one more move tae me!"
Kenlock:
The otter breathes hard and shields his eyes. "So many dead..."
Tarran:
Tarran makes one more move toward Eroket, and ignores Weston.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero waits for him to move in range.
Weston:
With an inward shrug, Weston backs off. "Perhaps you are correct, Ari. This is far from the most pleasant of scenes."
Tarran:
Tarran yells loudly and charges the Ermine.
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine sidesteps and knees to his gut
Kenlock:
With that, the otter starts scraping away at the ground: desperate to get the dead creatures buried.
Tarran:
Tarran steps back and swings his sword at the Ermine's waist.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Weston! Help me out here!"
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine parries, trying not to hurt Tarran
Ari:
Amber eyes wide, Ari backs off a little. "I knew Tarran was a bit of trouble..." she mutters to herself.
Weston:
Weston looks at her with a half-smirk. "You take care of the mouse, I shall take care of the other."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Just get him off of me!"
Weston:
The squirrel takes three steps forward and interposes his own sword between the two combatants.
Tarran:
Tarran growls angrily. 'Whatsa matter stoat-boy. Too scared to fight?"
Eroket Nightblade:
"Thank you."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Scared of killing you, fool."
Kenlock:
The otter soon finished the burial. He has had much experience with grave digging and finished quickly. Kenlock then stands up and walks over to where the other creatures are fighting.
Ari:
"Eep," the squirrel mutters. Then, plucking up her courage, she moves in behind Tarran, prepared to grab his arms if need be.
Akilya Wisebrook:
The ottermaid staggers out of the brush, bile held back for now, and then the sound of steel on steel registers. "....."
Tarran:
"Scared of killing me in front of people who would kill you if you did is what you mean." Tarran should stay away from sugar.
Eroket Nightblade:
The ermine moves back to the bushes in irritation. "I don't wanna hurt you
Eroket Nightblade:
"little help Akilya?"
Ari:
The look on Ari's face suggests that she understood little of Tarran's sentence.
Kenlock:
Kenlock almost steps on the unconsious hedgehog.
Tarran:
Tarran pauses and tries to figure out what exactly he just said.
Eroket Nightblade:
"So do not force me! I don't want to fight!"
Akilya Wisebrook:
Akilya eyes the ermine and the mouse and their swords, nausea fading with the onsurge of contempt. "Eesh."
Eroket Nightblade:
"This psycho keeps attacking me..!"
Kenlock:
He stares at the hedgehog for a moment. "You alive?" He says as he kicks it lightly--being careful to avoid the spikes.
Feverfew:
Feverfew blinks off her unconciousness, takes in the scene again, and looks up at Kenlocks bloody hands. "Stop! Don't hurt me, please!"
Ari:
With a smull grunt, Ari lunges forward and grabs Tarran's arms, attempting to pin them with the broom.
Weston:
Weston steps in and clashes his sword violently against Tarran's blade, trying to knock it from his paws.
Kenlock:
The otter raises an eyebrow with amusement. "Hurt you? Why would you think that?"
Tarran:
The blade is sent flying from Tarran's hands and toward the Ermine's head.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero barely manages to move out of the way
Kenlock:
A sword flies through the air and hits a tree right next to Kenlock.
Tarran:
Tarran tries to rush over to his sword and pull it out.
Tarran:
"No touchie."
Feverfew:
She shrinks down and looks for Tarran or Weston. "You, y'had a spear, an' the bird was, an' then those other three, b't their gone now, 'm sorry Mister Kenlock, I didn't mean t'- Yeep!" she yells as the sword whistles over her head.
Eroket Nightblade:
Ero smar;s "Leave me be! I've done nothing...just leave me alone I don't wanna hurt you."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Weston...may I hold his sword so he never attacks me again?"
Weston:
Weston snarls. "No you may not. I have a good mind to take yours, too."
Kenlock:
Kenlock stares at the sword with wide eyes.
Eroket Nightblade:
"He attacked me!"
Ari:
Ari tries to gain a tighter hold on Tarrans arms.
Eroket Nightblade:
"I was simply blocking...I never mad e amove to attack him."
Kenlock:
"Guh..." He then looks over and sees that the sword was the result of the chaos going on with the others.
Weston:
It is quite clear from Weston's face that only his wife's presence is keeping him from screaming at the ermine. "I do not care."
Kenlock:
"I didn't murder those creatures...."
Feverfew:
She wiggles upright and looks around, still dwarfed by Kenlock.
Eroket Nightblade:
"SO I was to let him kill me?"
Tarran:
"Leggo of me!" Tarran squirms in Ari's firm grip."You're not my mother."
Kenlock:
Kenlock pulls the sword from the tree and stares at the blade for a moment.
Ari:
It is also clear from Ari's face that she, too, does not care in the slightest. Too tired, too dirty, too busy pinning a struggling mouse down.
Tarran:
"ACK!" screams Tarran. "Leave my sword alone!"
Kenlock:
"I will leave it alone once I cut open your throat with it!" Kenlock roars.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Would you let him kill me then?...thank you miss...?
Tarran:
"Nonono!" yells Tarran "You'll ruin it."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Throw it in the river." The ermine growls
Ari:
"Yes," she mutters into Tarran's ear. "From the way you're behaving, your mother and I should indeed have a talk."
Kenlock:
"Thou should be more mindful of where he happens to throw his weapons." Kenlock says as he steps closer to Tarran.
Feverfew:
"Well that's nice," comments Feverfew, regarding the sword. She sniffs heavily, then feels around her waist for her medicine bag. "Back at camp," she mutters, disappearing through the brush.
Eroket Nightblade:
"Thank you, my lady, you are...?"
Tarran:
"I didn't throw it." Tarran protests "Weston did. Kill him."
Ari:
Too out of breath for a detailed explanation of just what she's doing here, the squirrel offers only one word. "Ari."
Eroket Nightblade:
"Thank you then, my strong, lovely friend
Kenlock:
The otters tightens the grip on the sword. Who to kill... who to kill...?
Kenlock:
"Ergh! This isn't the time!" He drops the sword, blade in the ground, and storms off back to camp.
Weston:
Weston glares at the ermine. "The lady Ari happens to be married."
Tarran:
Tarran tries to struggle free. "It hit a rock!" he whines.
Eroket Nightblade:
"No offense eintended!"
Eroket Nightblade:
"I was offering thanks to this lovely one."
Weston:
Weston bristles.
Narrator:
How would they continue with such strife among them? The questors had to, for the Name of Martin, and the saftey of Abbey beasts.