Roll Play

Welcome to the Roll Play section. Here are the characters and an almost up to date version of the story.  Only major characters claimed by members are included, and others are controlled by anyone. 

If some parts seem incomplete, that is because it is done by many people in a comment tree, and some speak different languages, making it hard to communicate sometimes.
You can view the post here.
Characters
Balthasar Honeytooth

Fiero Nightwing

Nator Amnabis
Palo Hastam
Siris Nocte Vagus

The Story:

Redwall Abbey had always been a refuge for forest dwellers. Since the attack of Cluny the Scourge had gone 56 seasons. In the forest of Mossflower the brown ash leaves were falling. The roof of the forest was almost bare, and let the sunlight shine on the dry forest floor. Small footprints sank down into the earth as the little mouse through the midday heat wandered. Soon he had reached his goal. In the distance he could see the outline of St. Ninian's Church. Glorious she lay there. It took a while until the mice Rich reached the gate of the abbey. Tight and heavy, it was before him. With his last strength he struck his paw against the heavy door in the hope someone would hear him ... Fiero was winging his way above Mossflower. Below him he saw a long line of vermin. They were going straight got St. Ninians! He quickly flew towards the Abbey, hoping that the occupants could be warned on time. The enemy was getting closer; they had had a head start. 
The mouse knocked the heavy door again. He looked behind him. Not far from the ditch was an army of rats.
Fiero say the mouse. He winged over the wall to warn the gatekeeper. The rats drew closer.

Siris sized up the hoard and plans an attack. He scans the surrounding woodlands for anyone to aid him in his attack.

In the abbey there was lively excitement. That something terrible on the march was the abbot noticed immediately. With a loud call he issued commands to the abbey residents. The gate was opened to the direction of the mice had knocked purely permit.

A couple hundred meters away Balthasar had pitched his camp. Not knowing what danger was on the march.

The gate was immediately closed after the mice had gone through rich. The rats had not yet arrived at the Abbey, however long it would not last. Jeese the badger assembled with the other residents of the abbey.

Fiero heard a whoosh as an arrow missed his head. He landed in they abbey, and then flew to the Warbeak Loft. He was soon arousing the Sparrows, and an army of 200 Beak and Claw Warriors was preparing to fly.

Siris had abandoned his search and took loft in a high tree to watch the battle unfold.

The rats arrived at the abbey. Before them stretched the red stone wall the cluny already and many others had stopped.

Balthasar a cooked lunch when he heard the roar of the mob rats.

"You there, you animals. Listen here, we are here to take this castle., We will kill you all. Now if you give up, then we'll let you continue to live as our slave," The rat had spoken to was apparently the leader, the as he stopped sounded, immediately a loud "Just listening to our my art" roar.
The abbot had gone to the wall. From there he could see the whole army.
"Love rats, we want nothing bad, we are peaceful animals and live in harmony with all animals. Yet we can not capitulate"

The rat laughed "Then you will die!"

Balthasar had been watching the whole with fright, he had to do something.

Siris heard these words and made ready to fight. He took his dual double swords from their vertical position on his back and climbed down the tree. Through the shadows he made his way toward the hoard.

From the wall issued the army of Sparrows. They attacked the rats, with their warcry "Kilee, Killeet, Killee!"
The rats were taken aback. Sparrows are strong fighters, and were causing much trouble.
Seeing Siris, a group of Sparrows mistaked him for the leader of the horde. The flew towards him, yelling "Killeet, Killee," intend upon killing him.

Seeing the birds descend upon him with fatal intent, Siris brings his double swords up in a twisting move that kills a bird and severely injures 2 more. He realizes that they are friend after this and calls to them in a gesture of peace.

Balthasar had hidden at the edge of the battle in the bushes and watched the spectacle.

The abbot stood stunned at the abbey wall. Since the abbey of Cluny try to take there was no such war.
The rats were in the above figure, but against the army of sparrows they had no chance.
The dusty path in front of the abbey turned red.
Several rats were killed and some abbey residents who are struggling to come beige were lying dead or unconscious on the field.

Balthasar hopped out of his hiding. With his lute he beat a rat to the skull suggests immediately collapsed.

The Abbot cried out, an arrow of the rats had hurt him. As the lightning struck all rats disappeared in the woods of Mossflower.
Balthasar immediately rushed to the injured abbot

The whole department had gathered. The abbot was dying. The arrow of the rats had hit him fatally.

Furious, the King of Sparrows bears down upon Siris. The leader rat chuckled; those warlike sparrows could be the abbey's undoing.
The Sparra King dodged the blade, and struck Siris on the earth.
"Take'um worm to Abbey, see'um if he friend." Ten Sparrows lifted Siris, another two carried his sword into the abbey, where the abbot was standing.
Mice were now shooting arrows at the rats, and more Sparras had arrived. But the Rats now had readied their bows, and so the Sparrows were forced to retreat to behind the walls. 

Siris did not struggle or complain as he was lifted into the air. He did not swear or curse the birds as the dropped him heavily onto the Abby grounds. And he did not make any rude gestures as the Sparras threw his swords to the ground.
He calmly retreved his swords and checked the status of his arrows, quiver, and bow. Seeing that they all were Ok, he turned to face a score of Redwallers armed with pitchforks and hoes. They were headed by a very lean and sinewy otter with his arms folded.

The abbot was hit hard, Balthasar tried to help him but it was useless. Still he gin into the forest of silence.
Balthazar looked questioningly in direction sparrow and the wolf.
"He is dead!"

The little mouse that had come through the gate stollperte, dazed in the direction of group. "I'm sorry, I have her out here, it's all my fault." Balthazar looked. "It's not your fault, but if you know something about these rat, tell us now."
The mouse nodded. "There are assassins, they had the order to kill the abbot."
Balthasar was shocked. "Do you know why they wanted to kill him?" The mouse said no. "And what do we do now?" Balthasar asked the group.
A chorus of "Killeee, Killlee, Killleet, Killee!" came from the Sparrows. The others were silent.
Siris was addressed by the otter: What are you doing here, and are you hostile?"

Siris returned with an answer. "I am of not threat to you or anyone. I just happen to be here when things got stirred up. I grieve the loss of you abbot." He then propped himself on the Abbey wall and began to clean the grass and blood stains off of his swords.

The otter shouted "Defend the Walls!"
Arrows were streaming over them, causing all those not fighting to retreat into safety. Fiero helped gather stones for the sling-throwers.

Balthasar asked the mouse where the rats came. "From the north" she answered. Balthasar said to the group. "Who is coming, we will be watching the rats."

"So will I." said Fiero.
A shout from the wall grabbed their attention. "Ladders!"
Most of them were pushed down by the Sparrows, but several stayed up. As the rats rushed down a staircase, the Sparras lifted a huge bolder and dropped it onto them. However, there still were a few atop the abbey walls.

The sun was setting, it was night.
The group, consisting. Jugglers from a rabbit, a battle-scarred wolf and a sparrow on the abbey wall
"At dawn we set off," Balthasar said, "now we should sleep."

The next morning, as Nator went about preparing for his journey, he ran into the cook. "Oh, sorry, Friar Jendill, I'm just trying to pack some food." "That's all right, said the kind hedgehog. Would you like some help?" "I don't want to put you out. Maybe if you could tell me what travels well." "I can do better than that. I'll give you exactly what I gave the other adventurers that set out this morning.” “Do you have any idea who their leader is?” said Nator. “No, but I’m sure we’ll know if he gets an opportunity to come back again. I do fear that your friends may not be completely safe with that fox.” “They know how to take care of themselves. I hope for his sake that he doesn’t try anything. Good day, friar.” "Good day Nator. May the road rise to meet you and may the wind be ever at your back. In all your travels, may the sun shine fair upon your face and may good health and great companions be bountiful, until we meet again.”

The group started the trip as the sun rose. North in the direction they were going. Balthasar went advance. He played a piece of music on his lute.
They heard a flapping behind them. Fiero flew up and said "giantworm, giantworm, Adderworm behind me, in woodworms, the candynuts!"
Siris returns from the shadows with a a double armful of fire wood. He tosses it onto the ground and pulls his dual double swords from his back. "Where is he?"
Balthasar was sitting with his lute and stroke the keys to her. He cooked the food. Hares were known that they could cook well.
The terrified Sparrow said "Him hid'um in woods, by big treeworm! It one that killee Windplume greatuncle*, now he killee Fiero to!"
Trying to catch up to the other adventurers, Nator paused to eat a bit. What was that he heard? Voices. He decided to sneak up on them to make sure they were his friends.
Fiero led the others to a ledge overhanging the stream. There, stretched below, was a giant adder. 
Siris peered over the edge and sized up the adder. "That has to be one of the bigger one's I've seen. She's gonna be a toughie boys I can sense it. You better get nice and ready"
Balthasar saw the big snake now. He had never seen such a! Only from stories he knew these creatures. Balthasar black eyes in front and much fainting.
Coming closer to the voices, Nator heard them talking on a ledge to the north of him. he turned, and started forward. 
Siris brought out his bow and rained a storm of arrows down upon the adder. With quickness and precision he soon had half his quiver lodged all over the adder's scaly hide. 
Balthasar was still unconscious. He could not help the others.
He dreamed of his childhood when the weasel had kidnapped him. With several slaves, he had been herded through the snow. The weasel were merciless. Only when they absolutely needed, they took a short break.
A small badger was by his side, not much older than he was. "My name is Toska. Who are you?" Balthasar did not answer. "You," called a rat "Keep your mouth shut or I'll cram my knife down it." The badger now whispered; "My father is coming; he will save us and then you can come with us to Salamandastron*." Balthasar nodded.
Coming through the undergrowth, Nator heard the distinctive warcry of the Sparra. KILLEE KILLEE. He plunged forward to help his friends, not knowing what they were fighting. He soon saw a large female adder in her death throes, half a dozen arrows in her long, writhing body. He threw himself into a roll, dodged under her flailing head, and severed it with his fearsome knives. Turning to greet his friends, he was attacked.
Seeing the apparent stranger, the Sparrow flew to attack him. Fiero turned in midair, and attacked a large Crow who was flying towards them.
Siris was sighting an arrow for a final head shot when he saw an otter race towards the snake and finish off it's head before he could. As he put his longbow away he thought to himself, "Where did that hare go......"
Balthasar woke up abruptly. The snake was death beside him. "What happened?" He asked the group, and told the group about what he had dreamed. "We were saved by the badgers of Salamandastron. During the fight escaped a rat, I think it was the same who had attacked Redwall"
"The badgers of Salamandastron? We have to travel towards the eastern coast, then. The fighting warriors might be able to help us find out who we are up against!" Turning, the group started to head east.
Fiero sped on ahead, showing off his flying abilities. An arrow sped past him. Another pierced his leg, and he fell to the ground. A tall rat stepped out of the bushes, followed by four score more. "Surrender, or this birdie dies." he said.
Siris analyzed the situation and saw that putting up a fight was futile. They were vastly outnumbered. He nodded to his companions and said, "Lay down your arms, we'll get them back soon enough." As he bent down, he gave the hare and the otter a wink and a mischievous smile. He straightened his position and stared hard at the rodent leader. "Now what?", he barked in a rude and harsh tone. 
The rat had in balthasar companions under control. He could not free himself. "What do you want from us," he asked the rat. "Why have you killed the abbot, and why do you persecute us?" The rat began to laugh. "Balthasar, our boss, you know him. He wants you. He wants to take revenge." Said the rat. Balhasar was surprised. "Revenge why? Revenge, what I've done to him" The rat laughed, "that you do not know? When you were young, when the badgers of Salamandastron have saved you, how many of us have been killed?" Balthasar kept the attitude, he replied calmly. "I can remember. But why, what do you want?". The rat laughed. "We? We want revenge! And you will help us. You will go up for us to salamandastron and poison their inventories. Nobody can stop you, they know you and trust you!" Balthasar was shocked. "And if I do not help?" "Then, commanding bird here, be my dinner!" The rat replied with a broad grin
Numb with shock, the four friends were chained and marched through the woodlands, going east to Salamandastron. The next morning...
Fiero silently thought. He looked up, there was another Sparra. He signaled to the Sparra, who flew in the direction of the Abbey.
Siris was still sleeping when morning found them. He was happily dreaming of delicious Redwall food when the foot of a stoat found him. He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes and doing a usual morning routine of stretching and yawning. He took a look around and saw that the weapons were being carried among several vermin, apparently pieced out as booty. Through his mind raced the beginnings of a plan. One of escape and of the return of their weapons. He smiled and shoved his foot and a root that was sticking out. He cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. All attention was on him now. if only his comrades would notice. 
The group reached the mountain Salamandastron late morning. No one had dared to break it were just too many rats. On the way to the mountain came to some more rats. Now there were more than 2 dozen. escape was impossible. "Balthasar, it's time. You know what to do," said the rat, and handed him a bag of poison. Balthasar nodded. "And woe to anyone to find out that we wait out here." Balthasar nodded again. "Then go, we will wait here, and if you're not back here until sunset, we will kill your friends." Balthasar nodded and called his friends to "Please do not try to run away, I know how ruthless these rats are" before disappearing into the dunes. He reached the mountain Salamandastron. "Hello, it's me Balthasar, opens the door."
Left behind with with the fox and Fiero, Nator looked cautiously for any opportunity of escape. He knew that if they could free their paws, they could outrun the rats to Salamandastron, where 40 rats wouldn't stand a chance. He snuffled, and pretended to snore, as the ratguard paced by on his beat. He was startled with a whispering in his ear. A voice said "Can I help you?" He replied, "there's 40 of them, and I have 2 friends, another comrade is in Salamandastron and they forced him to poison all of the food." "We know," replied the stranger as he wormed forward a bit, throwing his head into relief. A mouse! He continued; "He told us everything, and that's why I'm out here. we're going to get you out. You said 40 of them? look for the rats carrying your weapons, as it's going to get a little hot in a couple minutes."
Palo¹ untied the ropes, and brought weapons from under his cloak. Fiero did not need any, but the others were glad of it. at a whistle, a long line of hares streamed from the mountain with a great badger at their head.
Fiero launched into the air, and struck the leader of the rats onto the ground. The bird and the rat were interlocked, and together the fell from an overhanging sand bank. 
Siris played a bit of a game called Bigger and Better with the tiny dagger he got from Palo. He started with the little dagger and got a big dagger from a fat cook. Then, he got a short sword from a weasel so full of scars that he hardly had any flesh stretched across his thinning body. Then, he received a cutlass from a great bilge rat. After a few moments he found the rat with his 2 double swords and his bow and arrows. he crept up behind him and stabbed him clean through the back. He brought his lips to the rat's ears and the last thing it heard was "I'll be wanting these back matey." The rat's carcass slid onto the sand with hardly a sound as Siris gazed at the battle around him. He barked a quick laughter and threw himself into the fray.
Balthasar came out of the mountain. With his lute, he put down a rat. The plan was worked out, the rats had not noticed. Only still a rat, then the battle was decided "Stop, do not kill them. We need them. Only this rat can tell us where their leader is hiding."
Nator, still breathless from the furious battle, turned to check on his friends. Balthasar, Fiero, Siris, they were all there. He bowed to the fearsome badger lord, and said "My lord, I thank you for saving me and my mates from these foul vermin. Without you we would most likely have died. I would pledge you my blades, but I am in other endeavors. Poor substitute it may be, I give you my gratitude and my honor. If there ever is any way Nator or the otters of Mossflower can help you or the Long patrol, just ask."
Palo was looking down an overhanging sandbank. There, wounded by Fiero, was the rats' leader. 
Fiero flew up and said "Me kille him; he be dead!" The leader got up and said "I am not dead." He pulled a rock up, underneath it was a tunnel. Then he went down it, closing the door behind him. No one could move it, it was clear the rock had been bolted from the inside. 
Siris shrugged at the boulder. "Ah, it's no use. Leave him there to rot. Let's enjoy ourselves for the time being. There's bellies that need filling and wounds that need attending. Let's get busy chap's" He said in a nonchalant tone. Everyone looked at each other in agreement. In moments, the beach was just another deserted battle field.
Everything happened so fast. The rat mysteriously vanished. "Where did she go? She was still just here," called Balthazar. He was desperate. "That was our only chance to see their leader!
Palo said "Their leader was wounded by Fiero. He escaped through a tunnel in a sandbank. The other rat fled. I did not see where she went. 
Fiero was hurt terribly. He said "She may be able to tell us something: I will go after her."
Siris shook his head at Fiero. "Your in no condition to be tacking a creature down a tunnel we know nothing about. Let's regroup before making any hasty decisions." he said, in a wise tone of disapprovement. He then set about making a cooking fire and proceeded to begin cooking some food for a nice dinner as the sun was falling. 
Palo said "I second that. There are some medical supplies in the mountain. Fiero and Nator should get some attention now. In two days time we should be able to set off again. 

* Reference to "The Sparra King" fanfiction.
¹ Palo is the mouse who just joined them