TIME OTTER!
THE CELTIC EXPERIENCE
EPISODE 2:
Written by Razor

Razor hurried down the hall, rushing as fast as he could towards the war room. 
Fenor dropped behind, his old body not able to keep up with the younger otter. 
Razor stopped and waited, offering his staff to the old bear. Accepting 
graciously, Fenor nodded to a closed door.
'That is where our storerooms are. Luckily we still have plenty of building 
materials. Tell me Razor, what is it that you are planning?' Razor paused, 
turning to face the bear, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle.
'Well Fenor, I thought that I might just ask the gods to shower the rat hordes 
with flaming rocks. You wouldn't happen to know of an element known as 
magnesium, would you?'
'Why yes milord, we have it in ample supply. But how is this metal going to help 
in getting the gods favour?' The bear grinned, knowing that there was more to 
this otter than just a druid.
'Well, under the right conditions, magnesium will ignite, and burns with a 
searing flame. Given that Jordan is trained in the ways of fire, he should be 
able to set the metal on fire. As for delivering the stones to our enemies, I 
hoped to get you to help me with that.' Razor turned and continued on down the 
corridor, not bothering to explain the rest. It would all be obvious soon. As he 
entered the war room, closely followed by Fenor, the other furs fell into 
silence. Grinning wildly, Razor looked to the lord of the castle.
'Lord Blitz, I think I may have just stumbled on a rather interesting idea...'
'Well, by all means, do tell it to us, lord Razor.' Razor looked to the 
hyperactive scout.
'Michael, what would you evaluation of the troops outside be?'
'Well milord, they are pretty amateur. Most of them are superstitious 
peasants...'
'EXACTLY! They're undisciplined. If we can make some sort of show of strength, 
they will surely desert their leaders.'
'And what sort of show would that be?' Lord Blitz enquired sceptically.
Turning to the old bear, Razor posed a question.
	'Do you have some paper and writing tools, Fenor? I want to show you all 
something, and we will need a solid copy of it.' The bear scratched about in  
the mess on the table, finally finding a few sheets of blank paper. He nodded to 
Raz. Razor took a deep breath, not because he was nervous, but because he hoped 
that what he was about to do wouldn't shock the other furs too much. He lifted 
his robe, and pulled back his sheath, exposing the green ring of his recaller. 
He knew from the gasps that echoed around the hall that they were all watching 
him. Slipping the ring off, he laid it on the table, and covered himself up 
again. He looked up into the staring faces of the furs standing around him.
	'Is there something wrong, gentlefurs?'
	'No, no, nothing's wrong!' came the united response.
	'Good. Then I can continue.' He pushed a few buttons on the ring, 
accessing files he had stored on it. A hologram flickered into existence above 
the table, showing the plans for a sixteenth century catapult. Again, gasps rang 
around the stone room. Fenor stared at the image for a moment, and then suddenly 
started frantically scribbling notes. Once Fenor had finished, Razor picked up 
the ring, turning his back on the watching furs, and quickly slipped it back on. 
Trying as hard as he could to gloss over the event, he busied himself with 
talking to Fenor.
	'Right, this is what we'll need done. I want one of these constructed for 
each of the towers of the castle. It'll need to be done in secret, so construct 
them inside the courtyard, where they will be hidden from sight.' He turned to 
the fox captain.
	'William, can you tell me what the food situation is looking like?'
	'Well sir, I think we should be able to stretch it a few days, but not 
much further than that. At a maximum, three days, but that's pushing it a bit.'  
This troubled Razor. They would need food to survive. Water wasn't a problem, he 
could organise that if necessary, but food was quite another thing. He certainly 
didn't want the inhabitants of the castle to start returning to the 
predator/prey state of mind (especially since he would fall into the category of 
prey amongst present company). He wouldn't be able to get it from L.E.G.I.O.N., 
since the bubble generators would still be recharging from the trip Jordan had 
made. That left only the outside, and that would prove fairly perilous. Even if 
both Jordan and himself worked all day under cloak, they would scarcely be able 
to collect enough food for an entire castle. No, they would have to come up with 
another solution. He turned to Michael again.
	'Tell me Michael, how is it that you and your scouts enter and leave the 
castle without being detected?'
	'Easy milord, there is a tunnel which emerges to the east of the castle, 
into an old quarry. The tunnel was built so that stone could be easily 
transported to the castle, while it was still under construction.'
	'Is there any danger of it being discovered?'
	'No milord. The outer door is solid stone, and can only be opened from the 
inside. We have someone on guard at all times, and he will only open the door 
when he hears the right signal.'
	'Good, we don't need those vermin crawling up our arses while we are 
trying to defend the walls. I want Fenor to have all the help that he needs, 
regardless of rank or class. There will be NO petty squabbling. Oh, Michael, one 
other thing. Is there still some rock in that quarry?'
	'Yes milord, plenty.' Razor smiled, his plan finally coming together.
	'Kerrigan, do you have any other badgers under your command?'
	'Yes Lord Razor, I have five other knights in my squad.'
	'Great! We'll need your strength. I want you to go with Michael to this 
quarry, and start mining the stone. We'll need it for ammunition. Make each 
piece about the size of one of your fists.' (This was slightly misleading, since 
Kerrigan's fists looked like boulders in any case.)
The badger looked slightly miffed about being reduced to a common labourer, but 
bowed graciously nonetheless. 
	'Of course Lord Razor. I will follow your orders with perfection.' 
Satisfied with this response, Razor moved on to Blitz.
	'Ah, lord Blitz. I wish to congratulate you on your choice of companions. 
They are indeed a great assembly of talent.'
	'Thank you Razor. Is there anything that I can do to aide this plan of 
yours?'
	'Not at the moment, but I fear that soon we will all be kept busy enough.'
	'Yes, I agree. The hordes seem to be getting restless.' At this point 
Michael piped up.
	'Yes, and my scouts still haven't been able to figure out what Weevil is 
up to in the north. But one thing is sure, it can't be anything good.' A solemn 
silence fell on the war room. Razor decided he had done all that he could, and 
so excused himself from the room. 

Within a few minutes, he was back in his room, lying naked in front of the warm 
fire. Jordan was still asleep, and Razor closed his eyes, listening to the slow 
breathing of the wolf. In time, his own breathing slowed to the same speed, and 
he quietly drifted off to sleep.

He was woken by the cold. The fire had long since gone out, and it was pitch 
black inside the room. Shivering, he checked to see that Jordan was still 
sleeping, which he was. Razor was amused by the way that Jordan had managed to 
miss out on the first day of his first time trip, so typical of his cool nature. 
Crawling into the bed, he snuggled up to the wolf's warm body, hoping that 
Jordan wouldn't mind too much. Razor was too cold to even think of anything 
yiffy, his fur felt like it had frozen. He lay there silently, letting the 
blankets warm him up slowly.  Jordan started yipping quietly, engaged in some 
wonderful dream that Razor wished he could be a part of. He sighed, and for a 
moment he felt a bit sad. It was only a moment though, because he soon felt the 
pull of sleep tugging at him, and he did nothing to resist it.

The early morning sun woke him, it's bright light falling gently on his closed 
eyes. He rolled over, stretching out his arm to put it round Jordan, but he felt 
nothing. The bed still felt warm, so he hadn't been gone long. He had barely 
opened his eyes, when a grey blur pounced on his chest, knocking the wind from 
him. It proceeded to lick at his face. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the bright 
light, and Jordan's grinning muzzle came sharply into focus.
	'Mornin' Razzy!' He rolled off Razor's chest, stretching out next to the 
confused otter. He busied himself with smoothing down his morning-fur. Razor 
just stared at the wolf. When Jordan finally noticed the confused look he was 
getting, he grinned again. Snuggling up close to Razor, he rested his head on 
Raz's shoulder. Looking up from this position into Razor's eyes, he smiled 
gently, allowing his tongue to loll out mischievously. 'I had a great dream last 
night Raz'.'
	'Oh? Well come on, do tell me about it.'
Jordan ran his paw through Raz's chest fur, floofing it affectionately before 
carefully smoothing it down again. His paw strayed slightly, coming to rest on 
Razor's firm stomach. He smirked sheepishly, his white fangs glinting in the 
sunlight, as he rubbed his paw in circles on Raz's tummy. 'Well, I don't 
remember all the details. But I know one thing for certain. It was all about you 
and me, and about a decision that I've now made.' Razor gave Jordan a surprised 
look, quickly taking hold of the paw that was massaging his tummy, carefully 
moving it higher up so that it didn't rub against the developing hard-on that he 
was trying to hide. 
	'You mean...' Deep within him he already knew the answer, and his heart 
was soaring through the air far above the castle. By now the bump in the silk 
sheets was quite pronounced, and Jordan chuckled as freed his paw from Raz's 
grip and slid it right back under the blankets.
	'Yeah Raz, I'm gay!' Snuggling even closer, the wolf threw his arms around 
Razor. 'And you know what else Raz? I think I'm in love with you.' He locked his 
muzzle onto Raz's, giving him a long kiss. Razor felt a slight pressure on his 
side as Jordan's penis started to harden and emerge from its sheath. Every nerve 
in his body screamed, telling him that he should just slip under the blankets 
and suck the hell out of it, but something stopped him. Instead he just lay 
there, passionately returning the kiss. He was overjoyed by the decision Jordan 
had made, but he still didn't want to rush this thing. 
When Jordan finally released him from the muzzle-lock, Razor hugged him tight. 
'I love you too Jordy.' He sat up, swinging his legs out of the bed. For a 
moment he hesitated, but then stood up, walking over to the fireplace, staring 
down into the burnt wood. 
The wolf's eyes followed him, roving over his body. Jordan found himself 
revelling in his new-found freedom. He no longer had to feel guilty about being 
attracted to a guy. 'Oh Razor, come back to bed...' He whined whimsically, 
patting the sheets next to him. 
Razor looked up from the ashes of the hearth, giving Jordan a weak smile. 'I'm 
sorry Jordan, but I can't...I...I never thought I'd say this, but its too soon. 
Give it some time, okay? Let your feelings settle down a bit. I'm sure you must 
be feeling so great right now, but...just give it a little time...'
Jordan leapt off the bed, bounding softly over to him. 'Whats wrong Raz'? Are 
you okay? I better give Feara a call, you must be sick... turning down a yiff 
isn't like you...' He reached for his cockring, but Razor stopped him.
'No Jordan, I'm just fine...Just take some time to think things over, okay? I 
would feel like I'm taking advantage of you if we yiffed now. I know how you're 
feeling right now, I've felt the same way...' 
The wolf looked down at his footpaws bashfully. 'Okay Raz', I guess you're 
right...'

A sudden knock on the door surprised them both and they hurried to pull on their 
robes. Razor reached the door just as it started to open. Hurriedly jumping 
backwards so that it didn't crush him against the wall, he tripped over his robe 
and fell into Jordan's arms. The door creaked open to reveal the grinning figure 
of Michael. The rabbit's smile widened when he saw Jordan holding on to Razor.
	'Oh, sorry... didn't mean to interrupt anything...important.' 
Razor grinned playfully back at the rabbit. 'No problem old chap... we would 
have invited you to join us, but I don't think you're quite in our league, 
hmmm?'
	Michael stuttered slightly, taken off balance by this remark. Jordan 
helped Razor upright, before walking up to Jordan and patting him on the 
shoulder. 'Oh, don't worry about Razor. I've put up with his advances for a 
really long time.' He grinned at Razor, '...anyway, he's normally as gentle as a 
kitten.' He lowered his voice and whispered into Michael's ear, '...if you don't 
mind the claws too much.'
	Michael swallowed nervously, his usual playful manner leaving him in the 
lurch. Jordan and Razor just grinned at him. It took  him a moment to realise 
they were playing with him. He relaxed visibly.	'Hah, oh very good you two. Had 
me going for a moment there... Um... Razor, here are the maps you asked for. I 
would have dropped them by last night, but the door was shut and I didn't want 
to...wake anyone up.' He looked fiendishly at the two.
	'Thank you Michael. Come in, let's take a look at them. Come on Jordan, I 
had better fill you in on the situation.' The rest of the morning was spent 
looking at the maps and planning where the best attacks options would be, 
interspersed by nibbles on food.

	Toeroot scrambled through the forest, trying to move as fast as he could. 
Visions of what Verax would do to him if he failed filled his mind, and he 
distractedly stumbled over a stone, smashing his nose into a low branch. 
Standing up painfully, he continued to hurry through the wood. He had to get 
this message through, if he didn't Verax would have him skinned alive. He 
reached a small clearing, completely empty except for a bright red apple in its 
centre. Toeroot glanced around to see if there were any furs following him, his 
stomach growling loudly. Without a second thought, he darted out into the 
clearing. All too late the thought suddenly struck him that there were no apple 
trees in this region. SNAP. Toeroot's head rolled to the other side of the 
clearing, blood smearing the green grass. His body hung limply from a pair of 
metal jaws that had sprung up out of the ground.

	Verax was starting to get exceedingly angry, and was prowling through the 
ranks trying to find someone he could vent his fury on. The messenger had still 
not returned, and Termin was nowhere to be seen. He kicked out, knocking a 
cooking pot off its stand over the fire, and spilling boiling water all over the 
nearby rats. He howled in laughter as two rats ran in panic towards the moat and 
were shot down by the archers on the battlements. Verax turned away from the 
castle, stomping off in the direction of his tent. Inside it was cool, the 
morning dew still clung to the cloth. He sat down in a high-backed chair, lazily 
moving his eyes across the battle-map laid out before him. His plan couldn't 
fail. As soon as Weevil got back, he would take castle Felur, and make it the 
base for all Vermin of Damocles operations. He lounged back, flexing his 
gauntleted claws, listening to the quiet ping they made when he tapped them on 
the table.
	'MILORD! MILORD!' A black furred rat rushed into the tent, carrying a bag.  
Not very happy about being disturbed, Verax roared at him, kicking over the 
table.
	'What do you think YOU are doing!?' The rat cringed, expecting death to 
come at any moment. When it didn't he opened his eyes and began to undo the knot 
in the bag. Upending its contents onto the floor, he stood back, out of range of 
Verax's claws. The rat leader just stared in disbelief at the disembodied head 
of Toeroot. A mere moment later he recovered.
	'WHO DID THIS!?' he roared in outrage at the rat, 'NO ONE kills my 
messengers and gets away with it. Who!?'
	The rat cringed again, drawing back. 'I...I don't know, Milord. We found 
his body caught in some sort of trap a few meters away from his head. He 
shuddered, remembering the bloody mess it had made.
	'WHAT SORT OF TRAP!?' Verax snapped vehemently.
	'Uh... I dunno milord, it...it was like...these big teeth...' Verax 
smacked the rat hard, then dismissed him, realising that he wouldn't get 
anything out of him. Slumping down in the chair again, he sat pondering the 
death of his messenger. This wasn't right. Traps weren't L.E.G.I.O.N.'s style.  
They preferred full frontal assaults. But if it wasn't L.E.G.I.O.N. then who was 
it? 

	'No no no, you don't do it that way, here let me show you... No you idiot, 
not there!' Feanor's voice could be heard clearly above the loud rabble that was 
going on below. Razor and Jordan watched from the battlements, laughing at the 
antics of the old bear as he scurried around the constructions, smacking furs on 
the head with the rolled up plans he carried. Razor's gaze wandered to the 
workers. Mostly rabbits, a few foxes and quite a number of mice, as well as the 
occasional more exotic creature. He thought it was strange not to see any otters 
around, especially considering the ample water supplied by the springs 
surrounding Felur. He was pulled from his dreams by a high tinkling voice.
	'Razor, Jordan, nice to see you up and about. Sleep well? I'm sure you 
couldn't have, these castles are so cold and drafty.' They both turned towards 
the origin of the voice, seeing the beaming Tiera running along the battlements 
towards them. Razor lowered his head, mumbling to himself.
	'Oh gods, give me strength.' Jordan nudged him sharply.
	'Shut up Raz', unless you want Blitz kicking your arse again.' Razor 
readied a reply, but held it back, giving Jordan's words a second thought. He 
grinned at the tigress. 'TIERA, my dear, you're looking ravishing today, do tell 
me, how do you do it. *woof*' Jordan clawed him sharply in the side, and then 
scowled at him. 'Oh gods I can't win can I? ' Raz thought to himself. 
'Why thank you Razor, do I really?' She admired herself, showing off her long 
legs to the pair, sighing when she got no response out of them. 'Oh dear, I 
guess I don't have a chance with either of you, do I?'
Jordan grinned. 'Nope, sorry Tiera. Razor is my man now.' He put his arms around 
the otter.
'You mean you've decid...' Tiera stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to give away 
to Jordan that she'd been eavesdropping the day before, even though it wasn't 
necessary, since Razor had already told him about it. She saw the playful smile 
on Jordan's muzzle, and realised that she'd been had. 'Oh you two!' patting at 
their chests, 'I'm happy for you. Just be careful, okay?' Razor and Jordan 
glanced at each other, surprised by this change in tone from the tigress. 
Razor spoke first. 'Why Tiera? Is there something we should know?'
Tiera hesitated, glancing nervously around, checking to see if anyone was 
watching. Taking them both by a paw she led them into the main castle. She 
seemed to make a very complicated series of turns, before she finally led them 
into a magnificent library, locking the door behind them. Seating herself at one 
of the large oak tables, she indicated that they should do the same. 
'Your lives are in great danger my friends, and it comes from within the castle, 
not from outside...' 
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