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Brie sighed inwardly.

Wensley and Dale... Just my luck! The two members of my large, large family that I like the least - well, perhaps with the exception of fat Greg the „greasy“. Yeah, I liked his „affectionate“ hugs even less.

The thing with this particular pair of rats, both children of aunt Rosalyn, the elder sister of Brie‘s mother, was that they had been born bullies. Growing up, both in age and size, had only worsened their disposition, so it was no wonder that they eventually joined La Cosa Nosrat. After all, why not get paid to do what you are doing for free anyway?

If Brie had learned one thing as a child was that you stand up to bullies… or run as fast as you can to get away from them. This time, he decided to fight. There was still enough time for running away if things didn’t go the way he hoped.

"Hamster-belly, Mole-face… oh, sorry, it‘s Wensley and Dale now, isn’t it? You‘re slipping up, guys. I smelled you the very moment we entered the mines and let me tell you, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Enough of that though. Personal hygiene is exactly that: personal. If your boss doesn’t mind, who am I to judge? Anyway, we never sought to sneak in. Why would we? Quite the contrary, we have come to see Mister Rattin. It is as my… wife, Beau the „Beautiful“ says. We have a business proposition. Don’t mind the cat and the goblin. Ernest the „Exterminator“ is my „muscle“ and Rocco the „Rock“ my manservant. Oh, and it‘s Brie the „Brain“ now, not Brie-Brie. Capisco? Bene!"

OOC actionsBrie attempts to intimidate the two rat sentries (Result: 9).


 
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Before making their way to the mines, Ernest makes use of Brie's advice, and gets to work fashioning a white flag of sorts. He uses his teeth and claws to remove a strand of rope from Rocco's mop wig. The damp odor, mildew mixed with a hint of human feet, was almost enough to make the cat's stomach turn. He maintained his composure, but not without letting out a faint hacking sound. Then, with the help of the rats, a small square of Rocco's tablecloth shirt was fashioned into a square flag. All of this was then secured to the tip of his tail, Rocco gingerly tying a square knot while the cat arched his back in quiet protest.

As the group set off to the mines, the cat held his head high, trying to make up for the indignity of the situation. Surrendering... to rats?! Ugh. Regardless of his feelings on this new accessory, the cat kept his tail erect. With each step through the night the flag made a silent swish, swish . Each time the linen flapped into the cat's periphery it took active concentration not to become distracted. The instinct to chase and tackle the pennant was near maddening, but the old tom prevailed and kept his focus on the task ahead: AVENGE MOTHER.

Once introduced to Brie's cousin's as the "Ernest the Exterminator," the cat did his best to subtly remove the flag from his tail, thinking that the name and the white flag gesture may not portray complimentary images.



 
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Wife? Wife?! Beau bristled, glaring at Brie in disbelief. Why, the nerve! The audacity! What, the others can get important jobs, but I'm just a "wife"? Well, guess who's sleeping on the couch tonight, mister! Squeaking angrily under her breath, the white rat blinked her red eyes a few times, breathed deeply, then decided playing along for Abigail's sake was more important than slapping Brie across the snout right then and there.

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The Rat Nest Under Mount Myrddin

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The twin rats flinch as if struck. Wensley, lost for words, snorts once in disbelief, then lets out a nervous, squeaky cackle. Dale shoots his brother a nervous glance, retreating a step. Both have clearly been shaken by Brie's confidence and heroic bearing. They regard Brie's companions with new eyes, warily scrutinizing their cousin's Exterminator, in particular. Wensley gathers up his courage and scoffs, "Is that so, Brie-Brain?" Turning to Beau, he demands, "And just what sort of proposition, Missus Beautiful? What business do you have with Mister Rattin? What could you all possibly offer Rico that he doesn't already have?" Wensley's eyes dart back to Brie, whose steely look is enough to stop the line of questioning flat. Rocco steps forward, just behind Brie's right shoulder. Perhaps a little envious of Ernest's designation as the "muscle," the goblin makes a show of loudly cracking his knuckles. "No matter," Wensley chirps, indignant. "Tell it to Rico."

Wensley raises his matchstick high, glaring at Brie. The torch has burnt down to a tiny blackened nubbin. "Now listen up, tough guy. We'll take you to Rattin, but no funny business." With an air of finality, he tosses the match into the trickle of burbling runoff where it lands with a Ploop! and a loud hiss. The grotto is plunged into darkness. As the animals' eyes adjust to the gloom, they notice dozens of winking pinpricks of light, glittering in the shadows. The animals realize that they are being watched by countless pairs of glowing eyes - Wensley and Dale have brought company. They hear Wensley's voice in the dark warn, "You might be tougher than I remember, Brie-Brain, but you're not tougher than all of us, so tell your crew to stay in line." There's a sharp scraping noise and a flash of light as the rat lights another match. "This way."

The twins lead the Familiars through a series of winding passageways, deeper into the mountain and away from the human mining operation. All the while, the glowing eyes of Wensley and Dale's backup follow them, bobbing in the darkness just beyond the halo of the torch's light. Just as the Familiars begin to suspect that they are being misled, the passage opens onto a sprawling settlement, nestled inside a low, underground cavern. The term "nest" doesn't do the place justice - it's massive and cleverly organized, a whole rat village packed tight with tidy homes and inviting common areas. The walls of the cavern are absolutely crusted with diamonds - the gems reflect and refract the warm light of a human-sized lantern that has been positioned at the center of the settlement, their twinkling creates the illusion of a starlit night sky.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of rats scurry about busily, all preoccupied with preparations for some sort of celebration - a rat-sized version of the festival taking place aboveground. Colorful bits of yarn and shining buttons pilfered from Whitebridge festoon the dens and crowded pavilions. Rats in ostentatious paper hats distribute samples from fragrant stockpiles of stolen cheese, strategically placed at intervals around the nest. Wensley and Dale lead the Familiars through the rat village toward a central park, bustling with activity. Ernest and Rocco have to stoop to make their way, and while they can't enter any of the homes, they are just able to squeeze into the common areas. The villager-rats scatter as they pass, squeaking curses as they flee. A cat and a goblin, here? Impossible!

Wensley and Dale stop near the middle of the park. "There," Dale grunts, pointing. At the center of the festivities is an old, tremendously fat rat, his gray fur is marred by ragged patches of burn scars - Rico Rattin. Rico lounges in an old boot with the tongue folded in, the rodent equivalent of a high-backed leather chair. He is nibbling the crusty end of a stale croissant and holding court. The twins approach him, and Wensley leans in to whisper something in his tattered ear. Rattin doesn't even spare the Familiars a glance - he continues to lazily munch his pastry as though goblins, cats, and prodigal rats parade through his town regularly. Wensley waves the Familiars forward. "Well, go on, then," he barks. "Speak!"
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Beau followed along with Brie's friends, an angry glare burning into the black rat's hide as they quietly made their way through the caverns. Her indignation was only matched by the sense of dread she felt as the group made its way through the man-made tunnels. So many of her littermates had died down here, killed almost casually by human boots. The lack of nature's vibrant energy in these dark, stone halls only worsened matters.

How different was it when she entered Rico's nest. Beau stared with equal amounts of awe and revulsion at the opulent hall. These rats were a little too comfortable, using man-made inventions so readily. But what really drew the white rat's attention were the shiny stones imbedded into the walls. Pretty but useless stones, although Abigail had maintained they could be used to store blessings and curses. But they were coveted by men- didn't these rats realize what would happen if the humans found them?

Something to keep in mind, Beau thought grimly. If Brie's old friends try and make trouble for us... We can lead the humans straight to them. No greedy miner is going to pass up the fortune embedded in these walls!

For now, however, Beau remained quiet. These were Brie's friends- if one could call them that- and she was unsure how to best approach them. After all, considering how many man-made tools they had down here, she wasn't entirely sure Rico and his rats would be on their side... Or Furchtbar's.


 
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So far, so good, thought the dark rat and suppressed a sigh of relief as Wensley and Dale escorted the group of four through the dark, labyrinthine passages of Mount Myrddin. Intimidating the two half-wits had been easy, dealing with the bossOld Rat however was going to prove much more difficult. Rico Rattin already had everything he could desire, which was a lot - especially for a rat. There was only one thing he hadn’t managed to achieve and Brie was prepared to offer him exactly that…

Little Rataly, the headquarters of La Cosa Nosrat was as breathtaking as Brie remembered it. The brightest rodent minds had worked for years to turn this sizable cavern into a rats‘ paradise - one firmly in the paw of Rico Rattin and his Mafiosi. The cathedral of Saint Ratius the Plague-Bearer dominated the center of the town, while the Fontana dei Quattro Formaggi filled the whole area with the delicious aroma of Fondue-like molten cheese. The Forum Rodentum consisted of a multitude of pizzerie, taverne, forni and ristoranti that kept Rico‘s „GoodRats“ happy enough to do whatever their boss ordered them and the Anfiteatro Rattio, named after the Boss himself, but better known as the „Gattoseum“, was the place where unfortunate felines that had been captured by the rats were submitted to all manner of ridicule and humiliation.

The king of this little world that revolved around him and his caprices sat inside his throne-like boot -the Leather Throne or Throne of Laces as it was known- and glanced at the familiars and their goblin friend under heavy lids that he barely managed to keep open out of boredom. Well, Brie hoped to bring some excitement into the fat rat‘s life. The dark rat winked at Beau and Ernest, silently asking them to play along, and then took a few respectful steps towards the Capo.

"Don Rico, thank you for receiving us. I am Brie, Mama Rosa‘s son, I am sure you remember me. You are the Godfather of my sister, Marzolina." Realizing that the name probably didn’t ring a bell, since Rico Rattin was the Godfather of over ten thousand rat children, Brie decided to get on with the introductions in order to come to what was really important.

"IIo, my mistress or girlfriendComare and my associates, pals, buddiesCompari come to the brotherhoodFratellanza with a request and an offer, both I think you‘ll find interesting. A resident of the human town has spat on my whiskers, treating those I care about with disrespect. The individual marked for deathGoner‘s name is Ulrich von Furchtbar and I intend to see him killedclipped, iced and whacked. The coward has gone into hidinggone to the mattresses however and hides in the Summitstone Academy, which brings me to my proposition to you. Help me and my contract killersHeadhunters secretly enter the academy and take Ulrich for an kill himairing and we shall find you a magical way to best Buttons Barone and the Catmorra once and for all." Here Brie spat on the ground to show his hatred for all things feline.

"I have studied next to Abigail, the witch of the woods, and understand the workings of magick. With access to the academy the humans‘ power can become yours. Why be content with only half of the town when you can have all of it? Why keep calling it Whitebridge and not Ratbridge or, better yet, Ricobridge?"

Ricobridge. The name sounded ridiculous to Brie, but he hoped that Rico Rattin would be sufficiently flattered in order to accept the deal. And if not, perhaps a little demonstration of true magicks might change his mind…


OOC actionsBrie tries to persuade Rico Rattin to do business with the familiars. (Result:5).


 
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Ernest followed the group as they made their way to Rico Rattin. The black cat's fur gleamed in the torch glow as he slinked along. His belly would occasionally drop low to the ground, evidence of being on high alert. This was far more rodents than the cat had ever seen at one time before. His stomach began to growl in reflex.

The old cat didn't particularly enjoy eating rats. He had never been fond of the taste of city meats, steeped in the stink of humans. If he had to consume city food, his choice was a mouse or something with a bit less toughness to it. Rats also had another problem - they bite back. Birds have no teeth, most mice are smaller than the cat's face... but rats? Rats were large, especially these inhabitants of Little Rataly. It was well known that the members of La Costa Nosrat were among the most sizeable rodents in all of the city. Ernest didn't much care for rat meat, but even more so he hated a rat fight. Those teeth!

As they approached Rico, Brie winked at Ernest, but the old tom wasn't quite sure as to why. He's already got a new wife in the fair one, now a cat husband? He's quite unconventional, this one. He shrugged, and returned to taking in the sight around him. Ernest did his best to listen, but couldn't help but be distracted by all of the possible meals scurrying about.


 
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“Revenge is a dish best served with cheese”

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Rico Rattin sits astride the Throne of Laces, noisily munching his croissant while Brie makes his proposal. The Familiars begin to wonder whether the prodigious rodent is even listening; he lets Brie talk on and on without so much as a nod or a grunt in reply. Only after Brie speaks the name Ricobridge does Rattin stir from his leathery perch. He raises a paw and squeaks, “Enough.” He holds the last bit of pastry before his scarred, stumpy snout, gives it a disinterested sniff, then tosses the whole chunk in, jaws smacking. With a groan, he heaves himself forward, scrabbling to peer at the Familiars over the melon-sized globe of his belly; the Leather Throne creaks pathetically under his shifting bulk. Rattin lets out a soft, wet belch, then ushers the Familiars forward a step.

“I understand,” Rico says, nodding encouragingly. “You found paradise in Sweetbriar Forest, had a good home, made a good life. The Witch protected you; and there was her magic besides. And you didn't need a friend of me.” He smiles. His eyes are inscrutable black slits hidden behind plump, gray cheeks. Behind that smile is a terrible malice, all the more terrifying for its convivial mask. Rattin continues: “But now you come to me and you say, ‘Ricco Rattin, give me justice.’ You come into my mine on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder, for what? For the promise of magic?” He laughs - a hysterical squeak that cuts through the hush that’s fallen over Little Rataly. The nest falls silent, filled with a terrible, almost tangible tension. Rattin pauses, expectant; no one reacts. With a series of quick scoots (eek-eeke-eeke goes the Leather Throne) Rico twists around to glare at Wensley and Dale, then laughs again - this time a deliberate and humorless, “Ha. Ha. Ha.” The rats take their cue and begin to chuckle, nervously at first, then building to a howl. Wensley squeals, “Oh! Right, boss! Ha! Magic!” Rattin waves the twins away angrily. “Shut up, you two!”

Rattin points a curved, yellow claw at Brie. “You come to me with respect, and you offer me gifts,” he says, his smile fading as soon as its appeared again. “But what good are spells and potions with no ability to use them? You say you studied under a powerful Witch, but where, then, is your pointy hat? Your gnarled stick? You expect me to believe that you—and I do remember you, Brie—are a wizard? That you can bring me human magic and show me how to wield it?” Rattin gives Brie a dubious look. “I would never call one of Mama Rosa’s boys a liar, but I have doubts.” He waggles his still outstretched claw at Brie. “I have doubts.” He waves over one of the serving-rats, a white-and-brown creature stooped nearly in half under the weight of an immense platter of cheese. Rattin hovers his paw over the tray, debating. While he peruses the selection he goes on, “And if—if—I offer my help to you, what assurances can you make that your little assault on Summitstone won’t bring the whole man-population down on my nest?” He plucks a crumble of Roquefort from the pile and waves it in sweeping gesture that encompasses the whole of the glittering mine. “Little Rataly is a paradise, and—despite what you might thing of me—(He is.)I am not a greedy rat.”

He gulps down the cheese, wipes his greasy forepaws on his gray coat. “Prove to me that you are indeed a powerful Magus Rodentia, and explain—please—why such a force of nature requires the assistance of a humble public servant like myself?” He lets out another belch. “As it stands, Brie, you’re making me an offer I am inclined to refuse.”

GM - OOCWhile most of Rattin’s questions are directed at Brie, everyone should feel welcome to chime in. Any words or actions offered in support of Brie’s case will reduce DCs and make Rattin more likely to cooperate.
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Stepping forward, next to Brie, Beau lowered her snout to the ground deferentially. 'Don Rico,' she starts, finding it difficult to take her eyes off the floor. 'My, ah- husband,' she utters, barely keeping herself from trembling with revulsion at the mere thought, 'speaks true, but forgets that more than his own interests are at stake here.' Casting a quick sideways glance at Brie, she then looks up at Rico briefly, only to quickly lower her head in deference again.

'Many years ago, I lived not far from these mines. My family made an honest living, scavenging what the humans had left behind, sometimes waiting as long as three seconds before claiming what they had dropped for ourselves. And despite this generous courtesy, we were treated like animals. Many are the nephews and nieces I saw trampled underneath iron-shod boots, and even now, years later, I can still hear their squeaks for mercy- and the human laughter denying them such- when I close my eyes.'

'The humans treat rats unfairly,' she continued, 'killing us on sight. I cannot imagine it is much different in your mines, though obviously your great intellect has kept your people safer than mine. But they, ah- the humans do not give you the respect you deserve. Your people owe you their respect, and by killing your subjects, they rob you of that respect. Is that not reason enough to, ah, to stand up, and show the humans a thing or two about the respect they should be showing you? Take their magical trinkets, show them you mean business?' Shrugging, she added, 'perhaps even use those trinkets, so that the humans learn they should pay you tribute, for the privilige of mining your mines?'

She looked about, staring at the other rats around her, trying to gauge their response. 'But whether you help us or not, don Rico, I wish to offer you my most heartfelt congratulations, and the very best of wishes for your daughter on this, her wedding day.' Although what exactly is worth celebrating about marriage is beyond me, Beau thought bitterly. 'Though, ah- though amongst those wishes, I would wish for her a world where her litters never need worry about the iron-shod boots of men.'


 
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It took every last will of the old cat to not hiss and yowl at the rat right then and there. He could make this nasty rodent his meal, if he wanted to. But to come at the sweet wee ones, his fellow familiars, with such anger and attitude? It was barely tolerable.

And yet, here they were, in need of the foul thing’s assistance. If it weren’t for revenging the death of his mistress, Ernest would have nothing to do with Rico Rattin.

"Rattin, hello. We’ve not been introduced. I am Ernest, one of Brie’s... ahum...companions. We need your assistance, because your strength, your cunning, your... ahh..." A pause then, as he watched the rat wipe his greasy paws on his coat and does his best to not have his stomach turned. Why were rats SO filthy?! " ...your leadership is praised far and wide. Even the felines of the alleys talk of the GREAT RICO RATTIN!"

Alright old man, enough with the flattery. His is a rat, and apparently a filthy one at that. Get on with it.

" You say it’s your daughter’s wedding day. Could you use any assistance we can offer?" He looks around at the space, and notices many corners in need of a sweep here, a cobweb in need of taking down there. And remembered his days spent assisting their mistress tend to chores and the day’s cleaning. Ah ha!

"I mean this as no offense, but I can help you prepare, if you wish. Take some of the .. eh... Tidy/clean/mend if he’ll allow ittidying load off. I’m sure you have plenty who can provide this service, yes. But... can they do with entertainment? Allow me to demonstrate."

The cat stood and shifted his weight rapidly between his front paws, which caused his shoulders and head to give a little shimmy. He then recalled the words, taught to him by the witch of the woods, that he hadn’t had to use in quite some time. "Hickety spickety rickety bop, out you come you blatant spot!" His tail swished vigorously with each syllable. As he spoke and swished, a crusted, ancient-looking stain lifted itself from the leather of Rico’s throne. The dirt and grime rose into the air above them, causing the world’s tiniest tornado. "Up and attem’ away from that sole...away you go, out of this hole!" With one last flick of the tail and flip of the cat’s head, the dust flew out of the room, and far out of sight.

Where the result of his cleanings went Ernest was never sure... but at least it was no longer his mess to attend to!

He turned to the ratfather, a cocky look in his yellow eyes. "What do you say, Rattin? Do we have a deal?"


 
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Ernest’s trick was neat -there was no doubt about that- and Beau‘s diplomatic skills excellent -he was so glad she was his wife, even if that had only been a lie, and perhaps wishful thinking on his part- but Brie just wasn’t sure that a rat such as Rico Rattin could be persuaded either by cleanliness (even though it was next to godliness) or honeyed words. No, it would take more, he felt, a show of power to actually wipe the bored look from his face and make him scream like a ratling. Unfortunately, Brie didn’t possess any real power, but he might be able to give the rat grandfather the impression that he did.

While Beau talked and Ernest magicked the cavern‘s dust away, Beau searched his memory for any magicks Mother might have taught him that could serve him right now. And he remembered! It had been late spring and the dark rat had been enjoying fresh strawberries from the garden sprinkled with sugar. What was more relevant to the current situation was the fact that Mother had been reading him and the other familiars a story a distant uncle of hers had written (an autobiography!) and sent to her to proofread. The story was really long and complicated and only „Drops“ had been able to really follow it. Brie had only paid attention to the very beginning of the story where short human-like creatures called nobbits or fobbits or some such had a great party with food and drink and music and dance aplenty -which sounded really nice. Mother‘s uncle had, just before this party began, visited a certain nobbit and there was some disagreement between the two about a piece of jewelry -a brooch or a pair of earrings, Brie couldn’t remember which exactly. Mother‘s uncle had taken offense and he had used the magick to appear more menacing before the poor nobbit, reducing it eventually to tears. Brie still knew exactly what the though the quote is from the movie, not the bookwizard had told the nobbit…

"Rico Rattin!", cried out Brie, his voice unnaturally loud and dark. "Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you. I‘m trying to help you."

Had the magick worked as it was supposed to, Brie would have grown to be twice as big as the fat rat before him, the shadows around him would have devoured the light and thunderstorm clouds would have appeared over his head. Unfortunately, the magick didn‘t work exactly as the dark rat had pictured it. Whether it was stage fright or being anxious of the consequences of going „too far“, Brie‘s fear tainted the magick and transformed it into something else, something… comical.

The rat-wizard grew in height, but not in width, looking as if he had swallowed a drumstick. The shadows thickened around him but took vibrant colors like pink and purple, orange and lime, making him look like a clown. Clouds formed over his head, but white and fluffy ones like miniature lambs and, what was worse, they started „raining“ flower petals.

Brie looked around him and swallowed hard. This was no way to impress a ratfia rat! Had Rico been a little ratling celebrating his first-month birthday, perhaps it would have worked...

"Don Rico", said Brie in a new, shrill voice that seemed to compliment his new shape, "let me offer my services as an entertainer in your daughter’s wedding. To show you the respect I have for her… and you! As you see, I am a master of magicks. I dare any rat here to match what I can do!"


OOC actionsBrie tries to magically impress Rico Rattin and fails - though in this case I am glad he did. (Result:5).


 
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Rattin narrows his beady eyes at Beau, listening intently to her impassioned plea. He nods his head in solemn agreement as she describes the all-too-familiar injustices perpetrated by humankind against his fellow rats. “Well said, little one,” he coos, flicking a flake of pastry from his coat. “We share a common enemy, to be sure.” Beau’s argument seems to strike a chord - Rattin leans forward in his Leather Throne, intent as she makes her case, and clearly pleased by the image of humans paying him tribute. “A beautiful sentiment for a beautiful occasion,” he admits, beaming.

The don’s apparent goodwill shrivels when Ernest steps forward. Rattin grumbles something to the twins, and Dale advances slightly, brandishing the dog-whistle. “And just who are you, cat,” Rico snarls, “that dares cast your black shadow over the events of this happy day? Eh?” A murmur passes through the crowd of assembled rats. Rattin glowers at Ernest as he makes his fawning introduction. “Stop there,” he squeaks, holding up a paw. “The felines of the alleys are no friends of mine, despite what flattery you might heap on me. Get on with it, cat!” The rat is prepared to dismiss outright whatever “assistance” Ernest has to offer, but the sight of the tiny tidying tornado comes as such a surprise that Rattin is impressed despite himself. His initial shocked squeal quickly turns into hearty laughter as the sorcerous whirlwind whips at his throne, sending its bootlaces flapping. “Haha!” he bellows, “I’ll be damned! Cut out his claws, Brie, and this would be a cat worth keeping!”

If Rattin is amused by Ernest’s display, he is absolutely baffled by Brie’s. The don’s eyes go round as Brie’s body stretches, taller and taller. His jaw drops open as the nest is flooded in multicolored lights, neon hues reflected and refracted by the diamond-encrusted walls, turning Little Rataly into a village-sized kaleidoscope. For a moment all Rico and his famiglia can do is blink, dumbfounded. Then the marshmallow clouds appear, covering everything in a shower of fragrant flower petals. Rattin begins howling, gasping for breath between bouts of hysterical laughter. He briefly composes himself, tries to speak, but catches another glimpse of the too-tall Brie and starts roaring all over again. After many minutes, the rat is able to quiet himself. Wiping tears from the fur of his gray, scarred face, he chuckles, “Alright, alright. No rat here can match that, I’ll admit.” He brushes a layer of pink petals from his lap. “Clearly your Witch taught you something. But if I’m to use the human’s magic against them, I’ll need something more effective than mere party tricks.” He smiles, “Unless you expect them to laugh themselves to death.”

Rattin’s expression turns serious. “I will help you,” he says. “But you need to bring me something useful. Bring me magic that will teach humans respect. Bring me something that will make Ricobridge a reality.” The rat sneers, revealing a row of glistening yellow teeth. “If you fail,” he warns, “you will owe me a debt. A debt you’ll work off underground, here in Little Rataly.” He levels a claw at Beau. “There are over one hundred rats born in this village each month, and only three nannies. You’ll be number four, little one.” He points to Ernest. “You’ll make a fine maid, cat. Once we confiscate those claws, of course.” Finally, he turns his attention on Brie. “And Brie. Every court needs a court jester.” Rattin grins wickedly.

“Now,” he squeaks, clapping his forepaws together with an air of finality, “what can Rico Rattin do for you?”
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A court jester? A jester!? Me!?!

Brie would have seethed with indignation, had he not be standing opposite the most powerful -and ruthless- rodent in all of Whitebridge, not to mention that a part of him, the most rational part, admitted that after his miserable magickal performance Rattin was right to offer him this job and not another.

Thankfully, the shadow magicks Mother had taught Brie didn’t last long and he soon reverted to his normal, „perfect“ form.

"We have a deal, Don Rico!", exclaimed the dark rat excitedly and offered the Ratfia boss his paw to shake. "Trust me, we will both benefit greatly from this agreement."

Brie‘s eyes shone brightly in the poor light and he tried to imitate the fat rat‘s half-scheming, half-diabolical expression.

"Now, the terms…"

Brie‘s voice instantly became serious and business-like in order not to give Rico Rattin any false impressions of frivolity.

"First of all…", the dark rodent‘s eyes encompassed the whole of Little Rataly along with its many trattorias and gelaterias, "we need a base of operations to fine-tune our revenge plan and the necessary… sustenance for as long as we remain here. Food for thought, if you will."

„Fine-tune“ was the word Brie used, though „come up“ might have been more accurate.

"Secondly, we need a secret way into Summitstone Academy." The rat glanced at Rocco, their stalwart goblin companion. "A passage big enough to accommodate even the largest of our group."

Next, Brie‘s eyes sought his cousins, Wensley and Dale, and he gave them a wicked-looking smile full of sharp ratish teeth.

"Thirdly, we need ratpower, a lot of ratpower. How about we borrow these two, Don Rico, and about a dozen like them? If a hundred ratlings are born each month, you are unlikely to miss them, right? Besides, it‘s only going to be for a short time."

I hope! We cannot afford to be stuck here. We only have a week to accomplish our goal.

"Finally, we will definitely be needing certain provisions -most importantly a spoon of finest silver. With half of Whitebridge -soon to be known as Ricobridge- in your paw, the procurement of this piece of shiny metallic cutlery shouldn’t prove problematic, Don Rico. Especially for someone as mighty as you. Am I right or am I right?"

Turning his head to look at Beau and Ernest, Brie gave them an encouraging nod.

"Will we be needing anything more, team? Please, do share your thoughts with Don Rico."


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A nanny to his newborns? Beau thought, bristling with indignation. I ought to tell him just where he can shove those newborns! Too exasperated to put either her discontent or her grudging, obviously insincere consent into words, she tried to regain her calm while Brie did the talking. It is all for Abigail, she reminded herself. Have these rats murder the witch hunter, get his eyes, get the supplies and then never return to this wretched place, ever again!

'Hm?' Beau squeaked, vaguely aware Brie had asked her a question. 'Oh! Yes, that sounds about right, I think.' Honestly she hadn't been listening, too busy simmering with anger. 'Although... What we really need is a way to get von Furchtbar out of the Academy. Be a lot easier to, ah, clip and ice him. As you said,' she added, glancing over at Brie. 'Isolate him from his friends at the academy, then attack. But we'd need to draw his attention, somehow. Perhaps... Perhaps we will find something that'll bring him to us, when we are inside the Academy?'


 
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Ernest did his best to conceal his absolute and complete disgust with the situation he now found himself in. Not only in need of assistance from, but possibly in service to... RATS. Filthy, stinky, unrefined rats. BLEGH.

And to make matters worse, Rattin wanted Ernest to become his maid if they were unsuccessful in filling his request. A maid?! Can you imagine? Cats do not serve others, he thought to himself. Others are in service of cats. Always. It's the law of nature. And everyone knows that cats look ridiculous in aprons.

At the mention of declawing the old cat, he almost slashed Rico Rattin right there. It would serve him right to see just how sharp those claws really are.

But, alas, he simply yawned and let Beau and Brie do most of the talking. It was best in this situation to not get them into any further trouble with the Ratfather. Brie mentioned their needs, but Ernest came up short when it was time to think of something. Truly, he wanted what he always did - a sunny spot and a nap. But alas, in this cavern of rubbish and stench, no warm spots for sleeping were to be found.

And there was work to do.

"Don't you worry, Don Rico... my claws can stay where they are." He muttered under his breath.


 
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