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Hesam and his friends gather together, preparing themselves for dark acts
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Two vermin sat near a charred camp fire, both drinking their grog with ill intent as the raven Yushag burst through the brush and nested near them. “Caw! What a pathetic bout! Bad food! Bad food! It complained. The rat, wearing a simple bandit garb and a flat cap much like Hesam, complained as well “At least ya dou’n gotta pick up yer own trash, bird! Get on with ya! Can’t ya see me be sulken.”
The weasel silenced them both with a wave of his claw. He was a stranger creature, wielding a cudgel and a rugged corsair outfit. He smelled of salt, and next to him sat an overly large pair of shackles not fit for a normal woodland creature. Maybe perhaps a large otter. Or a badger. Hesam and his friend swaggered into the camp, with Hesam himself swiftly taking a perch on his stool and giving off a fair tune. He liked the tune a lot, it was too bad his audience did not care for it.
“Alright, so what's the loot be lookin like, boss?” The rat asked. Hesam frowned and squinted his eyes “Not enough to share with the likes of you, Gaunt.”
Gaunt sighed sadly. He mindfully cursed the mouse, who acted more like a greedy fox than the woodlanders he was used to. However, he did owe the mouse an absurd amount of gambling debt, so he didn’t complain. His companions, the hare Vogar Bakepaw and the badger Malgor Ironpaw, all sat on a log. The hare snapped at Gaunt. “Get us a drink, you bloody swine. Keeping up this act ain’t easy you know, wot.”
The weasel looked around and then up at Malgor “Ya promised me a badger, Malgor. I take it that ain’t happenen?”
Malgor shook his head “Nay. Salgor, ever the rock, didn’t move. You won’t be getting your prize any time today, Kaetan. If he had, we wouldn’t even be here today. We’d be out to sea by now.”
Kaetan cursed to himself and looked at the shackles next to him. He didn’t want to drag them all the way back to his ship, and the badger would not help him. He sat comfortably on his side of the campfire. Kaetan is a slaver, a vermin from the far south who had traveled north when his gang was massacred. He had fallen into Hesam’s lap as a ‘friend’, a strange merchant who showed the group the ropes of the easy life under their boss. Earlier in the season, the group tricked a group of voles out into the open to help them ‘hunt’ for the Lady of the Woods, only for Kaetan and his slavers to pick them up. As youngsters were chained to oars of Kaetan’s galley, Hesam had played a cruel tune in their honor. The two got rich from this gig, and it has been going on for a while. However, the entire group knew this whole business would come to an end soon, an age of petty tricks and minor kidnappings. As they sat in the forest, the group had been waiting for their orders. Hesam and his friend would have been enjoying the free hospitality and food, if it wasn’t that they were waiting for the orders from their true master. Hesam may have sold his soul to them, but every thought of his reward fills him with determination to see it through.
“Yushag, why don’t you be useful and take flight, wot! Our contact should have been here by now.” Vogar insisted. The raven didn’t move, instead pecking at some of the newly acquired vittles and an apple core. Yushag then began to pat the hilt of his sword in a threatening manner, and the raven shot up and flew off with a loud Caw! The raven knew better than to challenge Vogar.
“I am honestly starting to miss Jue.” sighed Malgor “If anything, we used to bring in twice what we had when he was around.”
Hesam silently glared at his friend. The badger was correct, but the whole ordeal with Jue the Warrior, Jue the Brave had been a sore bump in their road to fame and fortune. “I prefer we do not fantasize on lost opportunities, Malgor. Your brother would have fetched a decent amount, as you should know.”
“True, but we wouldn’t need to even talk of capturing my brother if we hadn’t jumped over a halberd trying to claim Jue’s greatest prize for ourselves.”
Vagor shushed them both “Silence, you bloody fools. Look over there, in the brush.” Vagor may have fallen far from Long Patrol recruit to hapless bandit in his years, but he still held onto the training he had. In the distance, a figure moved about, and soon enough, a ragged weasel filled to the brim with tattoos approached the campfire. Had Yushag waited for a moment, he wouldn’t have had to take flight.
“Finally you arrive, you daft bagard.” Vagor sneered at the weasel. The weasel bucked its legs in fear of the badger and hare, as Hesam approached him, still playing his tune.
“Aeh, Mouse! Hail from the master Sandbeach Isle, Lord of All Vermin, Master of all Slaves! He bid me to giv ya these instructions!” The weasel handed Hesam a scroll. The mouse looked it over and smiled. “I see. Seems easy enough. Now scram, before others see you.”
“Come my companions and friends, Redwall awaits our song and dance!”
Hesam and his friends gather together, preparing themselves for dark acts
_____
Two vermin sat near a charred camp fire, both drinking their grog with ill intent as the raven Yushag burst through the brush and nested near them. “Caw! What a pathetic bout! Bad food! Bad food! It complained. The rat, wearing a simple bandit garb and a flat cap much like Hesam, complained as well “At least ya dou’n gotta pick up yer own trash, bird! Get on with ya! Can’t ya see me be sulken.”
The weasel silenced them both with a wave of his claw. He was a stranger creature, wielding a cudgel and a rugged corsair outfit. He smelled of salt, and next to him sat an overly large pair of shackles not fit for a normal woodland creature. Maybe perhaps a large otter. Or a badger. Hesam and his friend swaggered into the camp, with Hesam himself swiftly taking a perch on his stool and giving off a fair tune. He liked the tune a lot, it was too bad his audience did not care for it.
“Alright, so what's the loot be lookin like, boss?” The rat asked. Hesam frowned and squinted his eyes “Not enough to share with the likes of you, Gaunt.”
Gaunt sighed sadly. He mindfully cursed the mouse, who acted more like a greedy fox than the woodlanders he was used to. However, he did owe the mouse an absurd amount of gambling debt, so he didn’t complain. His companions, the hare Vogar Bakepaw and the badger Malgor Ironpaw, all sat on a log. The hare snapped at Gaunt. “Get us a drink, you bloody swine. Keeping up this act ain’t easy you know, wot.”
The weasel looked around and then up at Malgor “Ya promised me a badger, Malgor. I take it that ain’t happenen?”
Malgor shook his head “Nay. Salgor, ever the rock, didn’t move. You won’t be getting your prize any time today, Kaetan. If he had, we wouldn’t even be here today. We’d be out to sea by now.”
Kaetan cursed to himself and looked at the shackles next to him. He didn’t want to drag them all the way back to his ship, and the badger would not help him. He sat comfortably on his side of the campfire. Kaetan is a slaver, a vermin from the far south who had traveled north when his gang was massacred. He had fallen into Hesam’s lap as a ‘friend’, a strange merchant who showed the group the ropes of the easy life under their boss. Earlier in the season, the group tricked a group of voles out into the open to help them ‘hunt’ for the Lady of the Woods, only for Kaetan and his slavers to pick them up. As youngsters were chained to oars of Kaetan’s galley, Hesam had played a cruel tune in their honor. The two got rich from this gig, and it has been going on for a while. However, the entire group knew this whole business would come to an end soon, an age of petty tricks and minor kidnappings. As they sat in the forest, the group had been waiting for their orders. Hesam and his friend would have been enjoying the free hospitality and food, if it wasn’t that they were waiting for the orders from their true master. Hesam may have sold his soul to them, but every thought of his reward fills him with determination to see it through.
“Yushag, why don’t you be useful and take flight, wot! Our contact should have been here by now.” Vogar insisted. The raven didn’t move, instead pecking at some of the newly acquired vittles and an apple core. Yushag then began to pat the hilt of his sword in a threatening manner, and the raven shot up and flew off with a loud Caw! The raven knew better than to challenge Vogar.
“I am honestly starting to miss Jue.” sighed Malgor “If anything, we used to bring in twice what we had when he was around.”
Hesam silently glared at his friend. The badger was correct, but the whole ordeal with Jue the Warrior, Jue the Brave had been a sore bump in their road to fame and fortune. “I prefer we do not fantasize on lost opportunities, Malgor. Your brother would have fetched a decent amount, as you should know.”
“True, but we wouldn’t need to even talk of capturing my brother if we hadn’t jumped over a halberd trying to claim Jue’s greatest prize for ourselves.”
Vagor shushed them both “Silence, you bloody fools. Look over there, in the brush.” Vagor may have fallen far from Long Patrol recruit to hapless bandit in his years, but he still held onto the training he had. In the distance, a figure moved about, and soon enough, a ragged weasel filled to the brim with tattoos approached the campfire. Had Yushag waited for a moment, he wouldn’t have had to take flight.
“Finally you arrive, you daft bagard.” Vagor sneered at the weasel. The weasel bucked its legs in fear of the badger and hare, as Hesam approached him, still playing his tune.
“Aeh, Mouse! Hail from the master Sandbeach Isle, Lord of All Vermin, Master of all Slaves! He bid me to giv ya these instructions!” The weasel handed Hesam a scroll. The mouse looked it over and smiled. “I see. Seems easy enough. Now scram, before others see you.”
“Come my companions and friends, Redwall awaits our song and dance!”
Category All / Fantasy
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Gender Male
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