Redwall Role-Play

"Now, that's what I was asking for."

Lyra didn't respond.

Ragnar called over one of his lieutenants and explained the plan.

Lyra jumped and then darted into the shadows.

"And where are you going?" Ragnar's voice boomed.

Lyra's voice hissed from the shadows. "I've had bad experiences with your Hare warriors. I'm staying in the shadows where I can't be seen."

The badger raised an eyebrow and inquired her, "What bad experiences?"

"A javelin in my shoulder and an arrow in my side. To name two."

Ragnar let out an annoyed sigh. "I'll make sure they don't. The hares are smart enough to know that making me furious is the last thing they want to do."

"Still not going to take that chance."

"Fine," he growled.

What should I do next?

Lyra glanced toward the window. "I should probably get back to Hades horde."

"Okay."

What can Nala do?

Lyra sprinted for the window and leaped out.


Not sure.

Ragnar went to don his armor as Nala, in her own armor, slunk back into the room. 
"So you trust her?"
Ragnar looked startled. "Geez, Nala! Do you have to sneak in like that?"
"Sorry...I figured your guards would stop me if I went to them like a normal animal," she said, the smart-alecky aspect prevalent. "Now, will you answer my [word] question?"
"I guess I have to, don't I? I don't want to be caught unawares by that [word]. It's my job to keep Salmadastron safe."
"It's in your job description?"
"Quit being a smart-[word], Nala. You know the answer to that question."
"I should hook you up with one of my badger friends," Nala said casually--as if attempting to slyly change the subject.
Ragnar shooed the cat out of his place. "Stay out of my love-life, Nala. Now, scram. You have better things to do with your time."
"You know, you're right." Nala stalked with an almost arrogant air out of the room.
As soon as she was gone, Ragnar muttered. "Thank the spirits...that [word] cat drives me up trees."

FYI, Ragnar trusts Nala, but is leery of her since he's aware that she's part of the gray.

Lyra ran back toward the campsite.

I had fun writing that last post.

Ragnar rummaged around his place for his sword. It was a beautiful, yet surprisingly strong obsidian blade with a silver hilt with an ailanthus leaf pattern and embedded with a few gemstones. It had been a last gift from his mother who had died twenty years ago.

I also should add: Nala constantly bugs Ragnar about him hooking up with a female badger...and I wrote Ragnar...that drives him up trees.

Lyra slid back into the camp, hoping that no one was awake. The last thing she needed was someone asking where she had been and what she was doing up this early.

He found his sword and put it in his scabbard.

Nails looked around for Lyra.

Lyra looked around for the small spot she had claimed for herself the night before. She seriously hoped that no one had been foolish enough to steal any of her stuff.

Nails? Did you mean Nala?

Yeah. That's the autocorrect on my phone for you. Grrr... (Velocity would be swearing.)

Yeah. That's the autocorrect on my phone for you. Grrr... (Velocity would be swearing.)

Ragnar took in a deep breath into his immense chest and felt ready for battle. The blood rage was simmering in the back of his mind.

Nala decided to sneak into Hades' camp.

Lyra was relieved to finds that nothing had been stolen. She was in no mood to track down and beat up a thief.

And Nala did so using her slyness and stealth. (She can be kind of nosy).