War of Worlds - Band and Fight [STILL ACCEPTING]

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I guess I'll post...?]

Percival Lysander Spike; Cellerhog of Redwall Abbey
Percival smiled at Reema and the young dibbun, taking a sip of October Ale from the mug in his large paw. He had given Maya- the young dibbun- a beaker of Strawberry Fizz, and couldn't quite recall if he had offered his mole friend anything to drink. "Reema, can I git you anythin'? Damson wine, strawb'ry fizz, octob'r ale?"

[Sparkly Ninja]

((Don't die! Is any one ready to come back yet?))

[Sharubii]

(( Not sure how well I'll be able to do this, since I'm not sure where Zodiac vanished to, but I'll attempt to try reviving this rp. x'3 Does anyone know what the warlords were doing before this rp went into a coma? ))

Reema {Redwall Abbey}
Reema leaned back against one row of casks and stared around, still fascinated by the size and depth of the cellars. It wasn't often that she was down here, even though -- as a mole -- she loved being underground, so she took the time she had right now to let her eyes wander where they would. When the Cellarhog addressed her, though, her beady black eyes snapped back to him, her face holding the startled expression of one who was just interrupted from a task.

"Hurr, sum strawbee fizz, if ee'll be so koind," she said, her snout wrinkling as she enunciated. "Oi still 'ave ee kitching duties to h'attend to. Oi doan't want to be feelin' ee tizzy, if'n ee knows wot oi mean."

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Um... No?]

Percival Lysander Spike | Cellarhog of Redwall Abbey | 26 Seasons
Percival grinned and tapped the side of his snout secretively, almost laughing at his and Reema's feeble attempts to keep the dibbun from knowing what might happen when somebody had a bit too much October Ale. It was funny, it really was. The cellarhog took a beaker from the table and went along the rows of barrels, finding one that had the words "strabery fiz" written on it in shaky letters. Percival wasn't exactly the smartest hog in the abbey, but he was big, powerful, and he could brew drinks like no beast's business. He fill the beaker with the sparkling pink drink and brought it back, setting it down before the mole and licking sticky drink from his paw. Then he sat down and took up his own beaker of Ale, downing it in a gulp.

[Sparkly Ninja]

((Rakyn was sitting down to eat in her private tent.))