| Subject: Ah, so that's it. Mousethief huh, sounds kinda odd, don't ya' think? Anyways, you said this place is called redwall? *Something about that name triggers his mind, and a few things come back, grabs a thick stick and jerks himself roughly up, leaning completely on the huge branch, he slowly limps, (as fast as possible) towards the gatehouse, he says in a hoarse voice:* I think I have the answer to my problem! I remember writing my journal thingummy since, well, I don't remember! But It might have my past written in it! (See message) |
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Date Posted: 20:24:28 03/18/03 Tue
Author Host/IP: adsl-159-164-147.bhm.bellsouth.net/68.159.164.147
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Rudd and Fik
's message, "*Fik grins at Mousthief* no idea who you are mate, never seen you before in my life! *Rudd gives Fik a shove* (Rudd) quit bein such an idgit tiny one! (Fik) hey shove off you ugly riverdog! you touch me again an I'll find a spot fer my rapier between yer ribs! (Rudd) sure ya will! you couldn't even rech my ribs if you were standin on a chair! (Fik) fine, then your knees'll take the beating (Rudd) aww shuddup! what'r you so mad about anyway *turns to Mousthief before Fik can respond* your names Mousthief mate, you live here at Redwall and your helpin to defend us from vermin" on 14:43:36 03/18/03 Tue
*Upon reaching the gatehouse, he goes inside, while trying to remember where he put it, his paw absently moves to the underside of a desk, he pulls out a bark scroll and reads it aloud:* "My parents were killed by vermin when I was a small dibbun, I hid. Over the seasons, I trained myself in weapons, made most of mine m'self, though the vermin left javelins, spears, pikes, an' all sorts of others. But my twin daggers were my own, my father had planned to give them to me, acording to his journal. I then went hunting for the vermin that killed them. After two seasons of traveling and encountering many vermin clans, (killing most of them) and I finnaly found them, they now had a horde, they weren't scared of a young mouse at all. I soon changed their minds, Many stayed and fought me, but nearly half left as to not be subject to their leader's temper. There was a great battle, and I had nearly been taken captive, when a group of wild squirells came-in. they helped me, but killed no vermin. Their leader ran, leaving the quarter of his horde left to fight me. Then it was as-if the bloodrath came upon me, though only a young mouse, I battled and won against the odds. I ran after their leader, and he confronted me. He hid, as I came by he jumped out and stabbed with his very long sabber, I wasn't ready for it, though I jumped out of the way as it passed me, nagging me in the side. I retaliated and started going everywhere at once. His big, heavy sabber not being able to move in time to stop me. then suddenly his big sword clashed down on my daggers with such force that it snapped them both. I was so mad I went at him with no weapon, getting cut nastily many times, when I did not even slow to his blows, he ran in terror. I chased him. He took a wrong turn and went into the swaplands, I started to follow, but he was dead to the lizards and frogs before I had gotten three paces. I grabbed his sabber and slew them all, for they had cheated me of my moment. I soon found my way out of there. I bandaged my wounds as best I could, then went after the other vermin. By the end of that day, I had tracked and slayed them all. I destroyed the sabber. I took what was left of my daggers, (the handles) and went wandering. I soon came upon two badgers, they took me in. They cared for me. And the male even helped me re-make my daggers. Then one day, our home was raided. I was ready for them. I used all my skills, and with lonestripe (the male) we destroyed all the vermin. though both badgers were gentle beasts, and suffered fatal wounds. They died soon after. I once again went wandering, this time with a purpose, I would rid all mossflower from vermin, I had killed many, many more before I was finnaly caught. A huge clan made me their slave, I soon realized the reason they were all not allowed to touch me, was because the leader was the lone vermin that escaped not only the first raid in my life, but also with the badgers. I also found out he had many punishments in store, or so his horde was always talking about. The day finnaly came. After whipping me, which the leader treated like a justice, and that each vermin should be given a turn to try. They had contests where they would battle each other. The winner finnaly got to pick a next-to final punishment,he decided that he should be able to whip me with the flat of my own blades, after that, and getting hit by the edge several times. But I did not even feel the blows, I was starring at the leader the entire time. then everone fell silent, they seemed to know this was it, they all took seats to watch whatever cruel punishment was in store. The leader took out a long skinning knife, as one of the vermin said, "well, gerron wid' it! skin 'im alive!" he came near me, and that was it. I broke loose of the bonds and grabed the knife. I killed him and his entire horde without a scratch. Soon after, I learned spying and stealing skills, for I decided that I could not beat all vermin myself. I delivered information about vermin, when they planned to strike, and that sort of thing, at no charge to woodlanders and goodbeasts. I also began stealing weapons, food, and sometimes a vermin's life. All to help rid the country of vermin. Then one night I had a dream, Gonff, Martin, and all the abbey warriors that ever lived and were to come appeared in my dream. They told me to go to redwall, oh what a glorious sound that was, Redwall! they told me I have done enough, I have avenged my parents, and they said I shouldn't always be seeking them to kill. So I went to redwall. There I lived. I have encountered many vermin since, though I no longer seek revenge for both sets of parents. And since I have lived peacefully with the other creatures at redwall. Though I haven't yet, and never will give these daggers up. For they are all I have left of my two sets of parents, each contributing to this last thing." Well, *he said, his voice grave* THAT'S what happened, well, I now know my past, and it also reminded me of most of it while reading, But mainly that that rat must have somehow escaped death in that swampland. Now he is DEAD! *mousethief gives a half grin* So let's go destroy what's left of those vermin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL rid mossflower from vermin once again! I will DESTROY THEM!!!!!!! Mousethief tries to draw his dagger, but falls into a sitting position while doing so, he realizes he can't function without support, the only reason he was able to stand a moment ago was from pure determination. Now he sheaths his dagger and pulls himself outside painfully.*
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