| Subject: The Great War: Part 9 |
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Mossyra
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Date Posted: 02:20:32 06/25/07 Mon
Bankdew strapped the quiver of arrows to her back and strode toward the place formely called Tumbledale. The goshawk, Kreer, watched for a moment, then said, "Kreearrr. You will surely be slain and the squirrel will be right mad. Kreeeerkk." The ottermaid didn't hesitate a second, but kept on walking. "She needs help and I will help her." Kreer sighed. "Krraaarr. I have told you already, she is a Warrior. Krreeaarrr."
Sunsword woke to dampness and wondered what had caused it. Opening his eyes he found himself in the cellar with an anxious squirrel standing over him. "Thank goodness! You scared me half to death, fainting like that, and I was about to wake you the old fashion way!"
He struggled into a sitting position and slowly took stock of the prison. It was lighter for some reason and three bowls sat on the floor. One contained water, another food, and the third strands of grass. Stones littered the floor.
"The creatures of Tumbledale hide food and grass strands in secret compartments all over their homes, especially in the cellars," Mossyra explained. "They also hide sharp rocks in the cracks and have wooden slats that are painted like the stones around them covering wells of sweet-tasting water. I was looking for the escape tunnel they have in every cellar just before you awoke. It's concealed by a stone that's heavier than all the rest. Come on, we'll find it together." The two young creatures searched steadily, unaware that Soretooth had ordered guards to fetch them.
Rosefire ate a loaf of bread she had pilfered from the soldiers' stores. Passing around some wild strawberries she had found, she kept the spirits of the slaves alive as she told them about edible plants and poisonous ones. "You see, that plant the stoat was forced to eat was nightshade, a deadly poison. It can be used as a cure sometimes, but I would suggest avoiding it. The yellow blossoms at the north end of the camp are laburnum, totally deadly. If you touch any part of them you won't have long to live. Now, let me see . . . Ah yes, wolfbane, another poison. It isn't fatal in small amounts, but a big enough dose will kill you. It looks like . . ."
And so the slaves of Blackfang learned poisons to slip into the food of their captors when they weren't being watched and wild plants to find so that they could have more energy to help keep them alive.
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