Part Four

Bruno - 01:15am Oct 9, 1998 MST
The Almighty Steed of Melazar

A conversation between Bruno and the other animals of KoRT

Bruno: I tell you, you get these humans out in the forest and they lose all their training!
Horse: Not mine. You couldn't get him to lose anything on a bet. Speaking of bets, when's the prayer meeting?
Bufford: I'm not gonna go in there again, bad things ~~ whimpers and heads for a place to sleep~~

Bruno: You won't believe what I saw this day. I tell you, I'm worried.
Horse: Okay, what gives?
Bruno: Here, I'll send you what I saw, you tell me. Press here if yer nosey:)
Horse: I need a drink!
Bruno: Me too!

~Raven~ - 07:38pm Oct 9, 1998 MST
Wandering Outrider

Raven walked down the creaky steps and descended into the dark cellar. His oil lamp cast long shadows upon the many rows of wine racks. Astounded by the sheer volume of liquid libations, he carefully made his way among the valuable "treasures". He smiled in satisfaction that he had made it to this strategic spot. "Between me and the fearsome feline, this place has never been more safe."

Raven glanced up at the pacing cat. Obviously Cali had seen his share of guard cat duty in his day. His smile turned upside down as he began to wonder if in all the confusion, he had forgotten a corkscrew. He felt frantically around in his pockets until, with a rush of relief, he produced his dearest friend. "Ack, dinna scare me like that." He moved to the racks and begun to peruse the many bottles. All of them had intricate hand drawn labels.

He picked up a rather dusty bottle to inspect it. "Bountiful Year....Grapes crushed by Squire
Valeana." His eyes widened and he could not help but let out a wee chuckle. "Ohhhhh...I simply must sample this one."

Meanwhile, the diligent cat paced back and forth upon the stairs, a plan beginning to form in it fertile, feline, mind......
 
 

areleth - 08:40pm Oct 9, 1998 MST
Knight Baron of the Round Table

Baron's Log, The great Gordita's Uprising, Day three.

Baron Raven has manouvered with a crack team of gorrillas(Cali) to take over the wine cellar, an important strategic point for the people. El Presidente's Lieutenants, Austin and Mocha, have yet to respond to this threat.

El Presidente's goon squads have taken over the kitchen and great hall, though they did fall back from the courtyard area after a heavy pelting of leftover meatloaf and lumpy mashed potatoes by the peoples army. Even as I write, Austin Draconis is in the kitchen demanding we be served chicken suprise on toast for dinner! Oh the humanity!!

Horse has taken control of the stables and the animals there in, with a combination of Marx
quotes and Bruno's bulk. They could prove valuable allies in the final push to retake the kitchen. I go now to rally the people with Buford's help. I do hope he doesnt itch too bad when his fur grows back.

Viva our taste buds!! Viva Gorditas!!
 
 
 

Melodias - 07:37am Oct 10, 1998 MST

Melodias dresses quickly in her puce and auberdeen fatigues, her gold-glitter combat boots
and her rakish pink beret. She attaches several magenta handgrenades to her weapons' belt, and slings a B.A.R. across her back (B.A.R. = british armadillo ranger). The armadillo bares its teeth, ready for the battle to come. Melodias slinks down the hall and peers out at the balcony. There, her leader, El Presidente, is masterfully addressing the troops. Suddenly, he begins to waver, then poofs away.

Melodias uses her Extremely Long Distance Telewoman to ascertain that El Presidente has been relocated to the northern mountains. She spies his warm embrace of his dear wife, and she sniffs in scorn. "This is no time for romance, oh fearless leader, this is WAR!" she screams. With a twitch of her nose, she transports El Presidente back to the KoRT Keep. Then she and her armadillo prepare to repel the invading Freedom Fighters.
 

Sydney - 10:33am Oct 10, 1998 MST
Squire to Lady Valeana

The battlefield lay strewn with the dead brigands and Sydney looked around taking in the
magnificent beauty of her surroundings.  This was the first chance she had to see where she had actually been transported. Kierra approached her, "Here Milady, these would suit you better for our trip and by the way, it's so nice of you to pop in like that!" Sydney smiled and replied, "Aye Kierra, indeed, these leathers will be much better. Thank Ye for the offering. And I am glad my timing was right. You all could have been killed if I hadn't popped in, I just felt the need to help alla sudden". Sydney laughed, knowing that the group would have survived without her and turned to Jacella.

She was listening to Jacella explain why she was brought here. The next thing she knew, El
Presidente was standing there. Sydney glared at him as he whispered to her, "Do not think that El Presidente has forgotten about you, for when we return home we have some unfinished business to attend to." Sydney looked sternly at him and sneered back in a whisper, "You shall be overthrown, the rebellion has begun, even without us." Sydney chuckled as he walked off.

As the day went on, Sydney felt more comfortable in her surroundings, watching the goings on and helping out in any way she could. She was thinking of her plans for the rebellion against El Presidente, when she felt an odd sensation again. It was a teleport again, she knew by the feeling...but who? She quickly dropped Jacella's sword, knowing she would need it in future battle and poof, she was gone.

Sydney stood there, somewhat startled to see El Presidente (out of uniform) and some woman standing next to him with an odd looking creature. Sydney's thoughts were about him when he transported, and must have linked to her and transported her also.  Her quick reflexes told her to dash, but first she had something to say. She looked at him with a piercing look and spoke in a sinister way to him....."El Presidente, You Sir, will be sent on a long quest. The Lady Chancellor shall see to that when she returns, I guarantee it. YOU...shall be... Overthrown!" With the look in his eyes, Sydney knew he was appalled to hear such words. She took that moment of shock and dashed off before he knew what happened.

Excalibur - 03:59pm Oct 10, 1998 MST
Just call me "Cali", Lady Felena's Notorious Cat

Cali paced back and forth in front of the door, his ears twitching at the creaking steps as Raven descended into the darkness of the cellar. His mind was whirling as he paced. They had protected the guild's "valuables". He figured El Presidente would be back soon. Things around here seemed to happen that way. It would take more than just a diversion to overthrow the usurper and restore freedom to the people. His feline brow furrowed in thought as he sat back on his haunches mulling things over.

A clink of a bottle from  caught his attention and he realized he was thirsty. He looked back
at the door, then into the celler lit with the soft light of the oil lamp Raven had taken below. His ears twitched as he strained to hear any movement from outside the door. The guard would be changing soon...this he guaged by where the sun had been in the sky while they were outside. He had enough time for a quick drink of ... hmmm.... definitely no water down here. His whiskers twitched a moment as he thought. "Now what goes with rat meat? Hmmmm....ahhh ale...definitely ale."

He scampered down the steps to where Raven was looking at a bottle, turned left down a row of wine bottles, then to the rear of the cellar where the kegs of ale were lined up. He sniffed each of the barrels until he reached one that had been recently tapped. With a deft flick of a paw, he opened the tap to a fine drizzle, lapping at the liquid as it flowed slowly from the tap.  "Hmmmm...better than catnip," he thought. Something akin to a chuckle seemed to roll from deep in Cali's throat as he drank his fill. Another flick of a paw saw the handle was returned to the closed position as he licked his whiskers free of the foam and made his way back to where Raven had settled to sample the bottle of wine. He seemed to be reading the lable before opening it.

He sat back on his haunches again as he gazed up at Raven, waiting until he had the human's
attention. "What is it my friend?" Raven asked. With a toss of his head, he turned took a few steps, then gazed back toward Raven to be sure he got the message to follow him. The guards would be changing very soon, which always meant a quick sweep through the cellar to see to its security. Cali had to get Raven tucked away before they came.

The human was still sitting there with a look of confusion on his face, so with a roll of his eyes, he walked over to him, hissed in exasperation and caught his tunic hem in his mouth to give it a tug. "Sheesh," he thought. "I have been reduced to canine tactics." Raven glanced down and said, "Hey! Easy on the tunic!" Still the human sat. Feline ears twitched as he picked up the sound of approaching boots in the hallway above. He knew they were out of time, and this human didn't seem to understand. As he glanced back toward the stairs, he caught sight of Raven's cork screw sitting on the shelf of the winerack. In a flick of a whisker he grabbed the corkscrew and took off toward the back of the cellar, Raven in hot pursuit. "Come back here with that you!" Stopping in his tracks as he entered the darkness of the rear of the cellar, he quickly retrieved the lantern and returned to the place he had last seen the cat. "Where are you, you furry thief?!" He said, fighting to keep his voice at a whisper.

Cali made sure Raven saw him go behind the rack of kegs, and when he was sure he was still
following, he stopped in front of a place on the back wall. Stretching as far as he could on his back feet, Cali felt the wall with his front feet, finding a hidden panel and hearing the wall move with a satisfying scrape just as the doorway to the cellar creaked open from above. Raven's head snapped in the direction of the doorway as the sound of footsteps echoed down the cellar stairway. Man and Cat quickly ducked into the hidden room, as the wall slid shut hiding them from view. Cali sauntered over to a small table and hopped up on the "keg chair", gently laying the corkscrew down on the table top. They were obviously in Murt's secret room. Raven looked at Cali and shook his head. "Well...you never cease to amaze me cat. Too bad ye can't talk." Cali jumped down from the chair and walked over to a small shelf, picking up a small bowl in his teeth and returning to his seat. He dropped the bowl on the table as Raven reached for the corkscrew, nudging it in the direction of Raven. A soft chuckle escaped the human as he settled across the table from Cali. As soon as the cork was free of the bottle, he poured Cali a generous serving of the wine, then raised the bottle.

"Long live the freedom fighters!! he said, taking a deep pull from the bottle. A combination hiss and meow came from the feline, sounding suspiciously like...."S-s-alude!"