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Date Posted: 22:42:37 11/13/02 Wed
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Dartpaw
's message, "My first story in a very long time..." on 23:25:50 10/02/02 Wed
It's not much... but I wasn't really in a writing mood in the last few days...
Tireh and Maxiell decided to spend the next morning looking through the archives, but he couldn't find anything about this mysterious mouse...
He then remembered the tools stitcking out of his pocket, but what would they be used for?
He then heard a voice yell out!
Alert! Get the abbot quickly!!
They looked out the library window and noticed that lots of creatures were crowding around the main gate...
'What do ya think is goin' on Tireh?' Maxiell asked.
'I don't know.'
'I'll go check, a crowd that big it must be important...'
'A crowd that big, we wouldn't be able to see anything anyways...'
'You can stay here, I'll be back in a sec'
Maxiell was a sturdy otter and even though he was young he was about as tall as an average adult size for a mouse.
and so he couldn't see anything
The abbot then told the crowd to part, and they did, and the abbot strided over to whatever they were crowding around.
it was a falcon... an adult falcon, and it was lying on the ground barely breathing, an arrow was in it's neck...
Tireh was still looking through the archives but got quite bored and was curious to see what was outside.
'Besides, books or not, I am the counsellor and this should be my business... I would be a fool not to see this'
He dashed out and saw a few squirrels carrying the falcon.
A while later, the falcon was in the infirmary and Tireh and the abbot were trying to ask the falcon what happened.
The arrow was loosed but the falcon was dying... they gave it some water, he drank, and uttered one word... Drask.
And died.
No-one knew what drask was... but in the corner a old bankvole who had seen many years, had spoke up.
'Drask Deathtail!'
A murmur arose from the crowd.
The bankvole started talking...
'When I was a young'un, I heard the name Drask Deathtail only once... and that was from a survivor who escaped from a nearby village, he said his name and no more...he wouldn't say how many were in his army, or maybe there was no army, but the survivor was spooked... never talked again.'
'Maybe Drask was a hero and he was looking for him to help save his village?' an ottermaid spoke up
'I don't think so missy, I think Drask would mean trouble, but I never heard of him since so I assumed he went south, but I believe he killed that falcon to send a message to us, that we are in danger...'
Tireh looked up from a book, and then stated 'If he was coming why not tell us himself?'
'I don't know... no-one knows... I'm just an old coot...I'm going to bed!
The bankvole then went up to bed, and the elders decided to have a conference, and Tireh forgot all about the ghost.
Drask Deathtail was a weasel, an vile weasel who was originally a sea corsair, but fought his way up to the top, he had become a fearsome warlord of whom his minions were proud to work for him.
Two of his captains Toeclaw, and Hogtail, had just sent foraging parties to find food, and Drask was hungry…
‘After two hours Drask came out of his tent, and saw the party coming back and they had fresh fruits and berries….
‘Blah! Who needs it, I want meat!! He pointed to a fat stoat… you!
And threw a knife at it killing it instantly…
Well I don’t want to say what happened next… but Drask is a very sick creature.
Drask had killed 5 minions in the last week, and most of his workers were getting quite afraid of him, but if they quit he would kill them… for he was very dangerous as well, he didn’t tolerate traitors... and if they stayed he might kill them for sport… but of course he couldn’t kill all of his minions and that thought kept some of them hopeful that they will succeed in living a huge number of seasons. And they couldn’t overpower him for many have tried, and they all laid dead, and Drask was getting very smart about that, so they had to think of something oelse
And Drask, saw the big building, and thought maybe that might be a good home for him… from what the falcon told him where was a large number of Beasts in there which will keep him full for a long time, and there was an orchard… but he would tear it out and make… um…. A death pit! He could think of something later….
He decided that he will like this place!
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