Redwall/Disney RPG

The red-headed woman followed the rodents and the creature called Jake wordlessly. She channeled her irritability into thoughts of revenge. The thought of killing whomever put her into her current dimension helped to curb her irritation. She wondered if she would have the opportunity to relieve some of her irritation by killing more rodents. In any case, the woman grew impatient with her desire to return to Manhattan.

The red-headed woman followed the rodents while looking around her surroundings carefully. She remembered she had initially came seeking Cluny the Scourge. Perhaps this Cluny the Scourge was foolish enough to leave some rodents to monitor them. However, it would be unwise for a rodent to try her nerves in such a manner. The woman hoped that her journey here in this dimension was soon to be at an end.
 
Felldoh padded forward at a brisk pace through the cave entrance; it wasn't too far to the end, as Martin had described it, but it would be dark. Thinking of this, Felldoh lit the blunt end of his destroyed spear; this section burned brightly as Felldoh rubbed it on the stone. Though the flame shone bright, it wasn't enough to light any more than 4 feet around Felldoh. Turning back, he said, "Keep close and watch the flame; where it goes, I go."

Keeping his sharp spear in hand, Felldoh walked on through the cave in silence. It creeped him out a little. But the most disturbing thing was that there was nobody but himself and his group around. No sentries that Cluny would have left behind, no rustle of movement beside that of the group, not a single life to accompany their own.

Felldoh suddenly stopped in the darkness. Brome walked right into him, and thudded to the ground. Ignoring the mouse's indignant grunt, Felldoh said, "Something's not right here...there's not a single sign of life. I would think Cluny would have left some sentries. Can any of you see anything?"

Jake saundered up beside Felldoh haughtily. "Puh-lease, leave that to me. Eye of the Dragon..." Felldoh couldn't see what Jake was doing other than looking around the cave, but he wasn't naive enough to think that Jake was wasting his time. Jake blinked and looked at Felldoh. "No, there isn't anything else here...That's wierd..."

"Keep your weapons drawn, mateys," Felldoh called back. "If we're not careful, we could be ambushed." There was a resounding scrape of metal on the scabbard material in response; the others had drawn what weapons they had. Looking at Jake, he said, "Jake, whatever you just did, keep doing it; I don't want to be ambushed. Make sure you can see everything." Jake nodded, and the group pressed forward at a brisk, yet cautious, pace.
 
The woman was having difficulty controlling her irritation as she followed the group of rodents and the creature called Jake. When Jake scanned the cave, it solidified her belief that Jake was actually a misplaced member of the third race. One of the rodents said, "Keep your weapons drawn, mateys. If we're not careful, we could be ambushed." The woman watched Jake carefully. If he were truly human, how would he be able to call power? Everyone knows humans are powerless.

The woman looked around, mace drawn. She hoped that this Cluny was truly stupid enough to lay an ambush for them. Exterminating some rodents would certainly help her deal with her rising irritation. As if someone had answered her desire, she thought she heard someone up ahead. Then again, her hearing was diminished in her human form. Whether it be intruders, the mapmaker, or simply her imagination, she had to be sure.

"I'm going up ahead," the woman said without any further explanation. She walked a bit more briskly and urgently.
 
Felldoh watched irritably as the gargoyle-turned-human pushed on ahead. He signaled his friends with his right paw and pushed on after her.

Jake walked up and whispered in Felldoh's right ear. "She's not too friendly, is she?" Felldoh turned his head and chuckled; Jake was wearing a wide, smart-ass grin on his face.

Felldoh shook his head, dropping his voice as well. "No, she doesn't seem to be too nice, mate. Bet you a brown chestnut beer that she's just here until we get to the other side."

Martin, who had been eavesdropping, chuckled slightly. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Felldoh turned to look at his friend and saw the mouse pointing ahead. Felldoh turned and dropped his torch.

They had found the exit. "But," Felldoh spluttered, "We've only been walking for ten minutes! The mountain looked a lot bigger than that..."

Martin chuckled. "Yes, but it's not too big at all. And if we travel upstream from here, meet up with Starwort and the ferry shrews, we'll be at Noonvale before sunset!"

Felldoh clapped his friend on the back cheerfully, hearing a great sigh of relief from the rest of the group. "Martin, you old cave-mouse, you!"

"Boldred led us through before," Martin mused. "Ro...er, we all went with Boldred to Noonvale before we came back and fought Badrang."

Felldoh walked out into the sunlight, and gasped as his eyes adjusted painfully to the light. He shielded them and looked out over the river, known as the Broadstream. They were almost to Noonvale, almost somewhere where they could sleep peacefully for once.
 
The woman soon reached the exit and stepped out into the clearing. She glanced around for signs of life. All that moved was the river up ahead. They had gone through the entire cave, yet there was still no sign of a mapmaker. The woman sighed to relieve some of her frustration. It was clear that this was going to be a long journey. The woman muttered to herself as she considered once again who was responsible for this mess. She thought of her long list of enemies. She wondered if Xanatos and Goliath allied themselves to send her on this little adventure. Those two had been rather chummy lately, after all.

The woman stopped and the group of rodents (and "human") she was accompanied with grew closer to her. She surveyed the area. She looked up into the sky and saw that there was still plenty of daylight left, to her dismay. She turned and addressed the group at large, although she mainly focused her inquiry towards the one called Jake. As far as she was concerned, there were only three races: humans, gargoyles, and the third race... typically called Oberon's children. Gargoyles were the supreme race, followed by the third race, followed by the humans, who were closer to being animals. Rodents and animals were not creatures she could bring herself to consider as equal. "Where is the mapmaker?" the woman asked with all of the warmth of an angry rattlesnake. "Was that cave not her home?"
 
Felldoh bristled at the irritation within the woman's tone. He was about to say something, but then Martin put his hand on Felldoh's shoulder, shaking his head.

Martin then gave the woman an icy glare. "Yes, that was her cave, and if she were home we would have met her. She and her husband, and her owlet too I expect, are mapmakers. As such, they are not always home." Felldoh gave Martin an appraising look; there was more to his friend than he had first thought.

Jake also had something to say. He sat on the ledge and looked out at the river below them before he spoke, and then doing so slowly, emphasizing every word. "Look, if you want to come, that's cool. We could always use an extra friend, but let's get one thing straight: you treat us all the same. I'm not an idiot, lady, I know that you were talking to me there. That's all you've been doing when talking to us, is talking to me, or through me. It all of us, or nobody, got it?"

Felldoh whistled and Brome started to chuckle. Felldoh had never expected Jake to be so to-the-point. He had gained a newfound respect for the young human. He reflected a little, realizing that all of his friends were surprising him lately. Martin was more intelligent than he'd first thought, Brome had become much more forward, Matthias was a fiercer warrior than he'd imagined, and Jake was more brisk than his laid-back attitude let on.

"Hey," Matthias called. He was leaning against the cave wall and looking over the cliff. "If we're going to go, let's go. I want to get to Noonvale before sunset."
 
One of the rodents replied, "Yes, that was her cave, and if she were home we would have met her. She and her husband, and her owlet too I expect, are mapmakers. As such, they are not always home." Jake looked at the woman and stated flatly, "Look, if you want to come, that's cool. We could always use an extra friend, but let's get one thing straight: you treat us all the same. I'm not an idiot, lady, I know that you were talking to me there. That's all you've been doing when talking to us, is talking to me, or through me. It all of us, or nobody, got it?"

The woman looked at the group in masked silence. She kept a blank face as she hid thoughts bordering on murderous intent, then pleasantly said, "Farewell." She smiled briefly, then went back into the cave. The woman who had once earned the name Demona would simply wait for the mapmaker to return home. If the mapmaker never returned... she had another idea formulating in her mind. She would leave the rodents be for now. She would even let the creature who wanted to be human go. Demona was a sorceress, once the apprentice of the Archmage. Demona possessed prowess in both modern technology and ancient ritual. Surely she would find a way home using her own power.

Demona needed rest. She slumped down in an obscure corner of the cave. She could not rest yet, however. She would wait. She wondered to herself whether she would let the mapmaker or her family live.
 
Jake was taken aback at the red-haired woman's abandonment, but he couldn't deny that it took weight off his shoulders. For some reason, she felt as though she were a cruel individual. It was probably her choice of weaponry; maces weren't exactly as clean as swords and spears, but he was still skeptical.

Felldoh placed a paw on his shoulder. "Don't worry mate," Felldoh said, "She'll be fine." Making sure that the woman was out of hearing range, he muttered, "She gave me the creeps anyways." He stared out over the water, and sat on the cliffside. "Martin," he called over his shoulder, "Do you remember the way we go to get to Noonvale from here?"

The young mouse walked up to Felldoh's side. "Yes, I do. From here, we walk against the Broadstream's current, along the side of course. We'll meet up with Starwort and his crew, a band of river otters. They'll take us to the river shrews; their boats are smaller, but much faster. We should reach Noonvale by noon." He started down the fern-lined path. "Oh." He turned and looked over his shoulder. "And watch out for Aggril. He's a right nasty little hedgehog."

Felldoh jumped up and started after Martin. The group quickly followed suit, save for Orlando, who began his descent straight down the mountain-side. He enjoyed his challenges, that badger.
 
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