Redwall/Disney RPG

Upon hearing a voice, Mirage's soaked head turned and her sharp eyes looked upon its owner. Must've been the strangest rodent she's ever seen! Not only was it larger than most rodents she's ever seen, but it had a rather large and bushy tail. What sort of a thing has such a tail? Certainly not any animal she's ever seen. Of course, she's never seen anything like him in Morbia or Agrabah. For one, there wasn't anything else living in Morbia, unless Fashir was still there. For another, she has visited the desert more often than the lands bearing any sort of lush flora.

"Who am I?" Mirage retorted, pulling herself to her feet. Her shoes felt like they needed to be emptied of water too. How unpleasant. "What are you? You're certainly no mouse or rat I've ever seen."

Poor kitty...never seen a squirrel before, apparently.
 
Felldoh bristled a little as the cat-creature spoke.

"I just said that my name was Felldoh," he said cooly. "I'm a squirrel, from the northern forests."

Felldoh took in the cat's appearance. To Felldoh, the most odd thing about her is that she was wearing shoes. Very few beasts other than dormice and shrews wore footwear, apart from the occasional mouse wearing sandals, like Matthias. This was obviously not, Felldoh discerned, a creature from around there. In fact, her traits seemed similar to southern creatures, most noticeably the thin layer of fur that coated her. It made sense, since it was warmer further down south, but even the southern creatures from Badrangs horde had more fur than her.

Another thing that Felldoh took in was the cat's exotice clothing. The robes were dazzling, if completely soaked (Felldoh could swear he'd heard the sloshing of water in her shoes as she turned about), and complimented her beauty nicely.

Turning back, he called, "It's alright, Jake. I don't think she's our enemy; a bit brisk, but I'm not sure I would quite qualify her as dangerous." She's hardly big enough to take me on in a fair fight, thought Felldoh amusedly.

Jake dropped down from the trees in full Dragon form. His eyes narrowed cautiously at the Bestrat, but he walked forward to stand beside Felldoh.

"Now," Felldoh said politely, turning back to the Bestrat, "I've told you my name, and it's only fair that you tell me yours. Who are you?"
 
Mirage's awe of the dragon was interrupted by the squirrel's comment. I wouldn't qualify as dangerous? she scoffed inwardly, her brow quirked at the oversized rodent. Oho, if only he knew about what I've done...

Of course, she reconsidered that. If the Bestrat was to reveal her malicious nature too early, she wouldn't have the potential protection from the squirrel...even more so from the dragon. He wasn't quite as impressive as legend tells her, but that doesn't mean she should underestimate him.

"My name?" she began, leaning against the nearest tree. She slipped off one of her shoes and let the water pour out of it, replacing it before doing the same with the other. "I go by Mirage. Since I've never seen your sort before, I doubt you've seen anyone like me either."
 
Mozenrath was sitting in his throne sulking over his latest defeat. "It's not fair, why is he always able to beat me. That Aladdin has all the luck when it comes to anything, and that genie is always there for him." Mozenrath jumps off from his throne his blue and black cape fluttering down behind him. He starts to pace around his throne room as his familiar Xermes came flying to him. Xermes could be describe as a flying ell like creature with wings. Flying close to his head Xermes speaks, "Whats wrong master, is master thinking of how Aladdin escaped again."

Mozenrath gripped his familiar with left hand, and with his right hand the gautlet started to form a little dark energy, "Do not mention that name to me." He continued to pace around his room pouting about how unfair it was. Suddenly out of nothing a portal appered before Mozenrath right in the middle of his throne room. It was Xermes that spoke first "Look master a portal, what does master think it could be." His words were barely understandable as Mozenrath was still clutching to him. Mozenrath left him go and walked closer to inspect it. "Yes I can tell it's a portal but to where? I can feel somesort of dark energy emitting from it, so there must be something special about it." Mozenrath then burst out laughing as if he suddenly thought of something. "I know what I can do, I will go through this portal and find something to defeat Aladdin, and finally when I come back I will finally defeat that streetrat. Come Xermes we are leaving this world for now." Xermes followed his master with a short reply, "Yes master."

Mozenrath stepped through the portal, he lost sight as he stepped and felt himself spinning as he went through the portal. Finally when he came to thanks to Xermes constantly shouting in his ear "Master, master, master." He found himself in a strange place and next to hit he was next to a river. He looked out to the river and noticed a strange cat like creature and some other beings. Deciding to say something he asked, "Who are you people and where is this place, my name is Mozenrath and I would like to know what is going on here?"
 
Felldoh shook his head. "Well, there are things that are like you, we've never seen any beast that is quite like you, there are...Oh this is so hard to say..."

Jake stepped in. "He means that there are creatures here that are cats, but no Bestrats." Jake frowned. "Mirage, huh?" Jake chuckled a little. "From the desert, eh?"

Before an answer was put forth, however, he noticed a pair of creatures land with a thud nearby. Felldoh drew his spear, and Jake flexed his claws, but no attack came.

Instead, the creatue spoke. "Who are you people, and where is this place; my name is Mozenrath and I'd like to know what is going on here!"

Felldoh gasped inwardly as he saw the human's right arm. It was covered in a necroic-looking gauntlet, and the very thing seemed to emanate evil.

Felldoh tightened his grip even more, as he replied cautiously, "I'm Felldoh, and you are in the lands south of the ruins of Fort Marshank."

"But the question is," Jake interjected. "What are you? There's no way a human can hold something that powerfully magical." Felldoh nodded and awaited an answer.
 
Mozenrath looked around at the creatures about him, the current two asking him questions appeared to be a giant well he didn't know what, and a dragon. The dragon literraly stated that he was not human, this caused Mozenrath's familiar to speak up. "Mozenrath is human he is not demon." In turn Mozenrath spoke up, "Indeed my pet familiar here Xermes is correct. I am human, sadly as to how I received this gauntlet is a true tragic story." Mozenrath moves his right hand up to his head and bows his head down slightly.

"It's not fair how I was cursed to come across this gauntlet, an enemy of mine caused me to come across this. He tricked me into wearing this cursed artifact and now it slowy eats away at me." Mozenrath pulls off his gauntlet revealing his bone hand. "This is the price I have paid due to this accurssed gauntlet, this is probably the only reason why I am still alive, this thing slowly eats away at my life." Mozenrath then put's the gauntlet over his hand again, covering the bony hand from sight. "the person responible for this is a person know as Aladdin, and now that I am in this strange place maybe I can find a way to reverse this."
 
Felldoh frowned thoughtfully as he listened to Mozenrath's story, and actually shushed Jake when he muttered, "I never said he was a demon..."

When Felldoh and Jake saw nothing but skeleton after Mozenrath had removed his gauntlet, they recoiled. Jake almost hurled, and Felldoh let out a very audible cry of shock. He clapped Jake on the back, and Jake swallowed whatever flem he was about to reject.

When Mozenrath had finished his story, and the gauntlet was replaced, he paced in a small circle. "This 'Aladdin' doesn't exactly sound nice. But..." Felldoh shook his head. "Well, we'll see what the rest of the group has to say, but I think that you can probably come with us. If it's like what you say it is, we might be able to help you lead a normal life, though I'm not sure how..."

"Hold on, Felldoh," Jake said, and he pulled Felldoh off to the side.

When they were several meters away, Jake said quietly, "Yo, don't get too chummy with him." He shivered all down his body. "That thing gives me the chills, that glove is definitely made of strong dark magic."

"I know, Jake," Felldoh said.

"Huh?" This caught Jake off guard.

"I know, that thing doesn't seem like it could be anything but evil. Even still, unless he starts to attack us or anything, I'm not going to start to attack them. We'll let them make the first move, and reserve judgement."

Jake's jaw worked itself up and down, but the Dragon could come up with nothing more to say. He nodded, frowning slightly, and they walked back to Mirage and Mozenrath.

Felldoh nodded. "If you guys want, you can come with us. We're hunting down a trio of murderers, and chances are we'll come across your enemies if we keep pursuing them." At least now we know that they're all coming in through portals, Felldoh thought.

He motioned up the cliff, to the ledge a hundred or so feet up. "Meet us up there, that's where our group is." He nodded to Jake, and Jake grabbed him, and flew up, not without a whoop of excitement from Felldoh, flying for the first time.
 
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Jake dropped Felldoh on the edge, who landed with a soft thud on the stone, crouching slightly to reduce the shock. Jake transformed back and landed lightly next to Felldoh.

Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, Felldoh said, "Well, we may have some new recruits there, mates. We've got a cat-lady and some kind of wizard, another human like Jake it seems."

Jake frowned. Quietly, he cautioned them. "Make sure you keep an eye on the human-dude you guys, he gives me the creeps."

Felldoh nodded. "Yeah, but it's the glove we have to look out for, you guys. That glove...apparently, it gives him some sort of power."

"What kind of power?" Brome said nervously.

"We think it's some kind of Dark Magic," Jake said. Felldoh shot him a look, and Jake said, "What?"

"Don't worry about it too much, Brome," Felldoh said.

Brome bristled indignantly. "Don't treat me like a child, Felldoh. I may be in a younger body, but I've been through more than you." Felldoh flinched at the unusual iciness in Brome's voice.

"Either way," Matthias interjected, "We have to keep an eye on him."

"But what about this cat lady?" Orlando and Martin came striding along, Orlando looking rather apprehensive about all the hull-balloo.

"We've missed a bit," Martin explained. "It seems, that while we were scrubbing, you lot met a number of people."

Felldoh nodded. "Yes, we did, and not all of them are allies. We just met another two, and we have to keep watch over them, especially the human." With an air of finality, Felldoh went and sat with his back against the wall, waiting for the pair to come up.

"You know," Brome told Martin. "I've never known Felldoh to be so...wise." The two giggled as Felldoh gave them an icy glare.
 
Just as soon as the squirrel and the dragon were at least halfway up the mountain, Mirage began walking over in the same general direction. Although, there was something that was preying on her mind as she glanced back at Mozenrath and his pet.

"So you've had trouble with Aladdin as well?" she asked, her hands upon her hips as her jade-green eyes studied the young necromancer. "I was wondering why you and your pet looked so familiar."
 
Felldoh sat against the wall while the others chatted quietly.

"So," Orlando said. "What have you been up to while we've been scrubbing?"

Matthias looked up with a small sigh. "Let's see...we fought a lion, met another lion, met a monkey man..."

"Met a cat-lady," Jake continued, "and met another human."

"I wonder what Simba's up to, anyways," Brome said.

"Probably chasing after that Scar bloke," Felldoh said. "Doesn't seem like their too fond of each other, eh mateys?"

Matthias chuckled. "No, no it doesn't, friend."

Martin laughed. "Lions and monkey-men, what next?"

Brome shrugged and sat down beside Felldoh. "I don't know, but once you've seen a cat-lady fall from the sky, you've seen pretty much everything."

"Well," Felldoh said, standing up abruptly. "We can't just hang around all day. If we're going to wait for those two, we might as well make some good time out of it." He took out his spear. "Come at me Matthias, let's see what you and that sword can do."

Matthias looked shocked for a moment, then grinned. "I see, practice. Well, I'm not going to take it easy on you, squirrel."

"You wouldn't dare take it easy on me, Warrior, 'cause if you did, you'd be flat on your back."

"Alright," Matthias said, drawing his sword from the scabbard that hung on his belt. The young mouse's green habit blew in the wind as he and his partner got into ready stances. Wordlessly, and without prompting, the others formed a circle around them, though Brome remained sitting, though he made sure to place his paw on his healers' bag.

Without further warning, the two young beasts shot at each other. The sword clattered against the hardened wood, and there was a surprisingly metallic clang that rang the air as the weapons collided.

Felldoh was surprised at the strength the mouse had. Despite his smaller size, he still had great strength. "Not bad, young 'un," he said, smiling.

"Not bad yourself," Matthias grinned back. Felldoh buckled slightly as Matthias pushed harder.

He may have the upper hand in strength, Felldoh thought. But I've got the upper hand in agility.

Placing thought to action, Felldoh rolled to the side, sending dust everywhere as his tail brushed the ground roughly. Felldoh rolled upwards, only to see Matthias swinging upwards in a giant arc. He narrowly blocked the attack, and the both of them grinned at each other over the cross of blade and spear.
 
Mozenrath looked over to the cat like creature, actually as if trying to study her. He could tell that she was some sort of powerfull being, and before he could say anything Xermes spoke. "Master always has problems with aladdin." Grabing Xermes by his moth and pulling him down some Mozenrath interjected.

"Why yes I have, and I take it you know him to? Also juding by your comment you must not be fond of him either?" Then walking away some towards the cliff which unfortantely he was going to climb to hide the full extent of his gauntlet he spoke to Mirage one more time. "Maybe we should form a partnership of some sorts. After all this is a new world and maybe we could find something to rid us of our Aladdin problem once and for all."
 
The two warriors seperated again, and flew at each other, their fur only a hair's breadth from touching. The hardened wood began to crack under the relentless exchanges between it and the sword, but still would not break.

After another score of heavy blows at Matthias, all of which were blocked by the skilled mouse, the wood finally snapped. With a grunt, Felldoh tossed the splintered wood aside.

"Alright then," Felldoh said with a grin. "I guess I'll see just how good I am hand to hand." Matthias began to sheath his sword, but Felldoh stopped him. "Oh no you don't, if I don't face you at your best, I'm not going to get better, am I matey?"

Matthias frowned. "That wouldn't be very fair," he said. "I have a weapon and you don't."

"Exactly," Felldoh said. "Do you think an enemy would cut me slack if I fought him without a weapon, and he had one? I might as well fight you with one as well as without."

"Alright," Matthias resigned. "You speak sense, friend. I'll go along for now."

Felldoh nodded and went back into a ready stance, claws flexed. "Let's see what you're made of, Warrior."

With a mighty cry, Matthias ran at Felldoh, and brought his sword down. Felldoh rolled off to the side, and quickly, before Matthias had the chance to swing his blade upwards, placed the tip of his nail against Matthias' throat.

"Dead matey," Felldoh said with a grin. Matthias laughed and got up.

"Alright, I'm not going to make such a predictable move next time, though," he said as he straightened and got into a ready stance. The tip of his sword pointed upwards at an angle, he said, "You make the first move this time."

"With pleasure," Felldoh grinned. He launched himself at Matthias, who swung diagonally downwards, straight for Felldoh's head. Felldoh ducked and rolled to the side, flying at matthias again. Catching the flat of the blade, which Matthias had swung again, Felldoh threw a powerful punch, sending Matthias sprawling. Felldoh grunted slightly as the blade slipped from his paw, making a deep cut in his hand.

Matthias leapt up and countered Felldoh, who had jumped on him again. With a mighty roar, Felldoh brought his fists down, only for them to be knocked aside by the scabbard of Matthias' sword. With a cry, Matthias brought the blade back up at Felldoh, who lost a little fur as he ducked underneath the blade.

The two friends grinned at each other, a new respect blossoming for their battle skills.
 
The wind had picked up a bit, tossing the her newly adorned cloak around Trefoil's back. She had replaced her Rambling Roship clothes with warming traveling gear and acquired a rapier from the smithy in Noonvale.
The decision to set own her own had resulted from her part in the Fur and Freedom Fighters rebellion. Ever since the past battle, she hadn't been able entertain the same as the other players. How could she laugh and joke when so much oppression was taking place all around her. She left without giving notice. She did feel bad for not letting Ballaw know of her intended action, but she couldn’t bare seeing the disappointment on his face.
Trefoil turned her thoughts away from such distractions to survey her surroundings. She gazed around the forest and noticed she had somehow left the path she was on. How could she have let this happen? She was usually much more sensible than this. She sighed and rested her paws on her hips.
The sounds of struggle interrupted her self loathing. The clear clank of a blade followed by low grunting made her ears perk up. She didn't focus is on it long before she was running full speed in the direction of its source. Her instincts pleaded with her to turn around run, but her heart would not have it. What if someone is in danger? Could she live with running away? No. She couldn't.
Trefoil slowed just as the sounds got very clear and cautiously made her way to a spot where she felt she would not be seen until it was necessary to make her presence known. She was not ready, nor could she ever have prepared in the slightest for the sight she gazed upon.
 
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Felldoh dodged to the side again as Matthias swung down. The blade clattered against the stone before being redirected at an angle, slashing left towards Felldoh. Felldoh barely managed to duck, and mis-stepped, flailing off to the side.

Matthias took advantage of the situation. Running at Felldoh, he did a two-armed strike, one hand using the scabbard of Ratdeath to trip Felldoh, the other bringing Ratdeath itself down in a furious arc. Felldoh was caught by the scabbard, but managed to grip the blade with both paws, little more than a foot from his face.

He laughed. "You've got some skills, matey, not bad," he grunted. Whipping his legs upwards, he sent Matthias sprawling. Leaping up, he pinned Matthias' sword-hand with his foot paw, and placed the other on Matthias' chest. "But you've still got a ways to go to keep up with me," he panted.

Matthias laughed as Felldoh backed off, helping Matthias up. "Alright, you're good, I get it."

As soon as they stood up again, they fell back on their tails, laughing. Felldoh pushed himself up, only to be pushed back down by Brome.

"Look at you," Brome scolded. "Your paw is bloody, and you've got bruises the size of apples." Dutifully, Felldoh allowed Brome to tend to his paw. Turning to Matthias, he said, "How did you get so good? You're stronger than me, and I worked in Badrang's quarry for so long."

Matthis shrugged as he sat up. "Well, we were under siege for the whole of the Summer of the Late Rose. I had to do what I could to help save our Abbey. I ended up beating Cluny the Scourge, so i suppose I did become very strong."

Felldoh shook his head in disbelief as Brome finished knotting his bandage. "Well," he said, grimacing as he flexed his paw, "That just meanse that I've finally got someone strong to spar with."

Martin bristled, and Jake cried out, "What are we, chop liver?"

Felldoh shook his head. "Martin is probably still too weak to fight me, and you're too strong. There's no way i'd be able to beat a Dragon. I don't relish the idea of fighting Orlando, either, he's big."

"It's muscle, not fat," Orlando said indignantly. The friends all laughed freely.

Felldoh turned his head towards the cliff, yelling, "Hey Mozenrath, Mirage, are you two coming?"
 
Trefoil's heart skipped as she gazed at two creatures brawl. Her eyes were fixed upon only one of them. A ghost.
She hadn't felt herself move out into the clearing or heard the words she spoke in her head before saying them.
"Your dead..."
She stood, her eyes wide, her mouth left open after her words. She felt faint, as if the wind was blowing straight into her. Surely she must be hallucinating. Trefoil's stance wavered as the shock of seeing the dead took hold. She fell in a slump to the forest floor.
 
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Felldoh looked up at the words, "You're dead..." There, staring at him on the cliff was Trefoil, a squirrel-maid from the Fur and Freedom Fighters, formerly the Rambling Rosehip Players.

"Trefoil!" he cried, ecstatic in seeing one of his old friends again. Walking up to her, he turned to his friends.

"Jake, Matthias, Orlando, this is Trefoil, one of the squirrel-maids from the Rambling Rosehip Players." Grinning slyly, he said, "Though I'll bet she killed herself a good bunch of horde-beasts while she was in the Fighters, eh Trefoil?"

Brome walked up and smiled at her. "Great to see you again, Trefoil, how are Ballaw and the others?"


Hera's Next Post (since nobody else is posting...)

"Well well, isn't this touching, eh Cluny? All the friends are together again, just waiting for us to kill 'em."

Felldoh whirled around, looking for the speaker of the cruel voice. His eyes shifted up to a ledge above Boldred's cave, and there he saw him. Badrang the Tyrant.

Standing beside the Tyrant was a large rat, and on the left of the large rat was a pine marten with hypnotic eyes. Regardless of his companions, though, the rat was the fiercest-looking of them all.

He was far larger than a normal rat, and had only one eye: his left. Upon his head he had a great war helm, with the visor up, decorated with stag beetle horns and raven feathers. But not even the scars that riddled his body were as frightening as his tail.

The tail was extremely long, far longer than and Felldoh had ever seen. The rat held it poised like a whip, with a barbed blade on its end. Even Felldoh felt a twinge of fear when the rat cracked his tail.

"Yes," the rat snarled. "And look, it's my old mate, the warrior of Redwall. What was you name again, runt?"

Matthias snarled viciously. "Cluny!"

Felldoh and Martin yelled, "Badrang!"

"How dare you come here," Martin said. "I guess being killed once wasn't enough, was it?"

The stoat tyrant laughed. "Well, it obviously wasn't good enough for that squirrel there, so it definitely wasn't enough for me." Looking mockingly at Felldoh, he said, "So, how'd it feel to have me kill you, squirrel? Felldoh, wasn't it?"

"And don't you forget it, scumbrain," Felldoh retorted. "And if I remember right, I beat you black and blue before you launched your cowardly ambush. Tell me, why did you cry out when I beat you? I never yelled or cried when you beat me, but you did! I guess you're not as tough as you thought after all, are you?"

The taunt hit home. Badrang moved forward, but Cluny grabbed him and pulled him back. "What's wrong with you, lumpbrain, can't you see he's trying to pull you down there?"

The two went into a hurried conversation before the pine marten spoke up. "Hey! Where's the squirrel gone?"

Badrang and Cluny whirled about. Felldoh had gone!

Felldoh was scaling the cliff face, but the cliff itself jutted out over the cave, so he was scaling diagonally upwards. He'd managed to reach the edge, and let out a silent sigh of relief. With energy born of anger, he launched himself over the top and tackled the pine marten, jumping off to the side and grabbing the sharp end of his broken spear. Wielding it like a dagger, he faced the three foebeasts.

Cluny made for him, but Badrang grabbed the rat and pulled him back. "No Cluny, this one's mine. I've got to teach him a lesson fron what he did to me at Marshank."

Felldoh laughed scornfully. "Didn't have enough back then did you?" Gripping his spear tightly, he positioned himself. He didn't even have to move an inch before the angry stoat lunged at him.

Felldoh parried the attack and moved to the side, swinging his spear and scoring Badrang heavily across the left shoulder blade.

With a roar of pain and anger, Badrang launched himself at Felldoh again. Felldoh stepped to the side an jabbed, impaling the Tyrant in the right shoulder. Badrang collapsed with a heave, landing on one knee. Glaring at the squirrel, he breathed heavily.

Felldoh, intending to finish it, jumped straight for the downed Tyrant. But, as his feet left the ground, he felt something grab him by his tail and throw him. He skidded to the edge of the cliff and fell over, grabbing onto the edge with his right paw. He threw his left paw on the ledge, only to have it stamped by a footpaw. With a cry of pain, he let go, hanging by a single paw.

He looked up and saw Cluny placing his footpaw on Felldoh's hand, ready to push it off the edge into the fourty-foot drop.

Brome pointed up at the dangling squirrel, crying, "Hurry, we have to help Felldoh."

Jake transformed immediately. "I'm on it!" With a spray of dust, the Dragon took off.

"You really should think before you leap, treejumper," Cluny taunted. He twisted his footpaw on Felldoh's hand, but kept it in place. Cluny raised his deadly, poison-barbed tail. "Now, it's time for you to die." Cluny lashed out, but tripped and fell as Felldoh's paw was wrenched free of his grip.

Jake had flown up and grabbed Felldoh, pulling him up and setting him down on the ledge. "He's right, man, think before you jump in."

Felldoh grunted his thanks and turned to the three beasts. The pine marten was backing away slowly, eyeing Jake, obviously afraid of the Dragon. Cluny crawled over to Badrang, and shouldered him.

"Now Slagar!" Cluny roared. Before Jake and Felldoh could make a move, the three foebeasts had disappeared.
 
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OOC - I'm sorry for the departure of the battle, but there's no way I can make a credible entrance for my character and progress the main story at the same time :(

IC - A blue winged figure resembling that of a female humanoid dropped from the sky. Her point of entry was too low for her to use her wings and she hit the ground with a thud. She winced in pain as she slowly scrambled to her feet. However, as the realization dawned on her that she was suddenly in daylight, pain shot through her once again. She suppressed her howls of pain as she transformed into the form she had during the day... that of a human. She doubled over as her wings and tail began to recede into her body. Her elbows and knees began to lose their extra bone and her claws and feet gained extra fingers and toes as they became like human hands and feet. The humanoid remained doubled over for a few moments, then stood up. She looked around and quickly assessed her surroundings. She was surrounded by trees. She was fortunate enough to have narrowly missed a large tree during her landing.

It became quickly clear to her that she was no longer in Manhattan... if that was even where she was when this strange phenomenon occurred. She tried to remember... What happened? How did she get here? What was she doing? Whose sorcery was responsible for this? She assessed that she was able to remember everything else... except for what happened prior to her crashing into this forest. She searched herself to see if it was the work of the Phoenix Gate... perhaps she had successfully acquired it and she was going to use it to finally destroy those humans.

She searched her person. However, she had no weapons or relics, save her regular attire. She was clothed in a worn midriff halter top with one strap. An equally worn skirt resembling a loincloth held up with a belt covered the area below her torso. She had no shoes. However, she had a golden anklet on her right foot, an arm cuff on her upper left arm, gold earrings, and a gold tiara that covered her forehead. Wild red hair partially covered her tiara and grew down to her shoulders.

"What... are you?" a voice asked. The red-headed woman turned to the source of the voice. Two searats were looking at her with trepidation. They were both armed. One had a mace. The other had a sword. The woman had never seen talking rodents before (save the humans). Did the humans all turn to rodents? she pondered. The woman didn't bother answering their question. She grabbed the one with a sword and pinned him against a tree.

"What is this place?" she snarled.

"Th-th-th-this is Redwall Abbey" the rat stuttered.

Irritated by the rat's fear, she snatched the sword from his hand and thrust it through his abdomen, pinning him to the tree. He screamed in agony as the rat with the mace turned to run. The woman caught up to him and subdued him as easily as she had the first rat. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. As the rat trembled in her grasp, she thought about a course of action. The rat she pinned to the tree was starting his death throes, so they obviously weren't any of Oberon's children. No, Oberon's children would not have been so easy to subdue. Also, these creatures obviously weren't immortal. It was also apparent to her that these creatures were soldiers of some sort by their garb. She hadn't seen garments like theirs in a very, very long time. These were obviously lackeys of some sort... so she hoped.

"Where is Manhattan?" she asked the struggling rat.

"I've never heard of him!"

The woman punched him. She had no time for stupidity. Dealing with these lackeys was a waste of her time. "Where is your leader? Who is he?"

"His name is Cluny the Scourge. He is with Badrang the Tyrant. They've gone to a place called Boldred's Cave."

"Where is this cave?"

"I don't know!"

The woman's eyes glowed red with malice for a moment. "You'll find out... and you will take me to him. Hand me your weapon."

The rat handed over his mace. The woman tied the rat's paws in front of him and headed out on her journey.
 
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The red-headed woman looked up at the sky as the rat gained directions to Boldred's Cave via owl communications to a scout. It looked like she would be trapped in her hideous human form for quite a time... assuming she was even in a dimension similar to Earth.

"Tell me more about Boldred. Also, get me the quickest transportation you have to Boldred's Cave."

Seeing that he was not to face the same fate as his friend so soon, the searat relaxed a bit. "Boldred is a map-maker. That's all I know. The scouts said that Matthias, Martin, and their friends are going to see him." The rat frowned. "I don't know how come they're alive, though..." The rat seemed to think better of his momentary lapse of judgment and he fell silent. The woman, however, wanted as much information as she could muster. "Explain what you mean, rat." The woman listened with interest as the rat explained about Martin being the founder of Redwall Abbey and the deaths of the numerous people who were now roaming around, very much alive. When the rat had finished, the woman bade for him to get their transportation ready.

The rat took her to a horse that was tethered nearby. The woman had never had a need to ride a horse before. The woman retied the rat so that he was bound to the horse. Then, they set out to Boldred's Cave.

During her journey, she saw many rodents and not a single human. The horse was pushed to his limit as they rode toward the mountains. Hours passed as they passed up village after village. During this journey, the woman asked the rodent many questions about his world. She concluded that she was quite possibly in another dimension. None of the three races of her dimension seemed to be present. She also learned that sorcery was present in this world. She would know more once she visited this mapmaker, Boldred.

After riding nonstop for nearly the full span of daylight, they finally reached the mountains where Boldred's Cave was supposed to be located. The woman looked up at the sky. The sun was going to set soon. She cut the rodent loose and let him attend to his fatigued horse and his filled bladder. She stepped away from the rat and the horse into a more secluded area where she could greet the sunset. She reached a suitable spot just as the transformation began. Leathery batlike wings and a blue tail began to grow out of her body as she doubled over in pain. Her teeth became sharper and her hands and feet became like claws. Her ears became pointed and her skin became blue. When her transformation was complete and the pain had subsided, she stretched her wings. Still carrying the rat's mace, she flew towards the mountains.
 
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OOC: Alright, nowhere near as big as I'd hoped, but hey, it'll do for now.

IC: Felldoh was amazed that the Badrang, Cluny, and the pine marten had escaped like they had; just vanishing into thin air! Looking at Jake, he noticed the Dragon didn't seem as surprised.

Remembering that Jake was from another world, he dismissed it. If he was a protector of magical creatures like he'd said, lots of creatures must be vanishing all the time.

Felldoh went to the cliff and grabbed for the edge, ready to vault himself over and climb back down. He cried out in pain when he tried to grip with his left hand and the bandaged limb. Brome was worried and called up from below.

"Felldoh! What's wrong?" the young mouse called. Matthias and martin had already started up the cliff, but were only a few feet from the base when Felldoh called back.

"I think that rat broke my hand," Felldoh grunted. Turning to Jake, he said, "Hey mate, d'you think you can give me a lift?" Jake nodded, still looking over where the vermin had vanished. He turned his attention to Felldoh and shouldered him. "Ow!" Felldoh gasped. "Go easy, mate, my hands broken."

"Oops, sorry," Jake apologised. He adjusted Felldoh slightly, so he was giving him more of a piggy-back than anything, and flew down.

Felldoh got off Jake's back, thanking him, immediately followed by a hefty blow from Brome, wielding the blunt end of Felldoh's broken staff.

"What in hellfire do you think you were doing?" Brome roared. The force of his blow was nothing compared to the force of his shout. It was only midday, the sun shining down through a cloudless sky.

But for Felldoh, it felt like it should've been a thunderstorm. Brome's yell was so unusual for him the Felldoh actually fell backwards and stared up at Brome's furious face.

"I told you to stop rushing in like that!"

Felldoh made an attempt at a snort, but it died in his throat as he cowed under Brome's weighty stare. "You didn't try to stop me," Felldoh said feebly.

Brome dealt him another heavy blow across the head. Martin made to grab the stick, but Brome threw him a stare that made Felldoh's blood chill. Turning back to Felldoh, he said, "That's because if I had, you would've been killed on the cliff. Kicked off or something, like you almost were!"

Brome was about to make another swing at Felldoh when Orlando came up and grabbed the stick. Orlando was a badger, and far stronger than Brome was.

"Alright, young'un, if you beat him any more, he'll be dead. Leave the squirrel be and tend to that paw of his, would you?"

Brome grumbled as he went to get his supplies. "Like he deserves it..."

It took Brome half an hour to get the paw bandaged properly, with the right herbs and potions to progress the healing on the parts of the hands where Cluny's claws had dug in. It took him an extra hour to get a good splint up and ready, too.

Brome, regardless of how restless Felldoh, and especially Jake, were to get moving, forced them to stay there. They would spend the night there so that Felldoh's hand could get used to the splint.

"You're lucky," Brome said as they unpacked for a light supper. "Your paw is only sprained, not broken. It should be good by tomorrow night."

Felldoh nodded and patted Brome heartily on the shoulder. "Thanks mate, you're a real wrist-saver."

"Corny jokes aren't going to make me any less angry at you," Brome said, glaring at Felldoh.

Felldoh sighed. He knew Brome was right, but he didn't know what else to do. He knew he'd have to change, but he wasn't sure how. Maybe the people at Noonvale would be able to help. He'd talk to the chieftain when they got there. Maybe he would be able to help them.

And nighttime fell swiftly in the summer breeze.
 
Demona soared through the mountains in the twilight. Her mood had certainly not improved upon entering this place. She was accustomed to going for days without sleep. However, the combination of jetlag and lack of sleep was taking its tally on her nerves on this balmy summer night. After a brief scan of the area, she located a cave.

Well, that was easy, she thought to herself. She glided to the mouth of the cave. There seemed to be activity inside. She landed at the mouth of the cave. Without even bothering to look inside, she commanded "Boldred the mapmaker... come out." Her eyes began to glow a menacing shade of red. Her claws tensed.
 
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