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Subject: *rubs his paws* OK, it's been awhile...


Author:
Dakkan Strongrudder, otter with a quill!
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Date Posted: 01:31:00 03/07/03 Fri
Wow. Long time since I posted a story here...even longer since I made one up as I went. So here goes. Once again Dakkan Strongrudder sets his pen to paper. But what will happen, nobeast knows...

For the first installment (sorry these have to be short!) check the reply below...

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Subject: Freedom


Author:
....I'll tell you soon.
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Date Posted: 19:05:04 05/22/03 Thu
A thought, a whisper in existence...
A yearn to be away from it all
A world where you can do anything you want, to be free.
The seedy appearence of the world here now, not wanting to be.
To be somewhere else, a world that would allow mobility to be free and do whatever you want.
No jobs, no money problems, technology, taxes or city streets littered with tattoo parlors and beggers.
No sleazy economies, a world with beautiful forests and peaceful creatures, is where I want to be.

(If you had no idea what I was talking about... I'll translate.)

The poem is telling that I want to leave this world that is filled with Drugs and Problems and go to mossflower and just live my life as I want it... I don't need a job, or worry about money or school, and just life my life free in redwall abbey, except for vermin attacks it would be paradise. (To me)

To dream...

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Subject: Ok, i'm going to post this story again so anybeast who missed it can read it and then i'm going to post new parts and by crickey if no one replies i'll be fair peeved because i spent ages on this story for you chaps.


Author:
Torleep
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Date Posted: 20:46:23 02/20/03 Thu
The Lord of the Things
Prologue
Forged in Salamandastron when the world was at peace and war was seen nowhere, the things were created as a sign of friendship. There were four different kinds. Nine of one kind, which were for the chosen searats, seven of another kind, for the choses abbey-dwellers, three of the third kind, for chosen badgers and one of the final kind, given to a Gaugeron, a marlfox.
But Gaugeron could see the potential power within the things, and he did not like to see them being wasted. He was selfish and power hungry, and knew that if he gave the things power, he could have that which he yearned for.
So he enchanted the things, giving his the most power, making it more powerful than all of the others combined. This had effects on the owners of the other things. The nine searats became his slaves, the seven abbey-dwellers became crazed fools and the three badgers began yearning for the one thing, and could barely control their craving.
Gaugeron’s thing was much better. He enchanted it so that if one believed greatly in its power, it would give them great power, but if not, an evil being would be transformed into a snake while wearing it, while a pure being would become an extremely powerful badger.
Soon after the enchantment, a great war broke out at Salamandastron. Gaugeron had begun his plight to own the whole world. His army held the upper hand until his hand was severed by a mouse. The mouse took the thing from the hand. The army of Salamandastron now turned the tables, with the enemy leaderless, after Gaugeron fled without the thing. The mouse then had the opportunity to destroy the thing while the enemy was weakened, though his mind was held by its beauty, and he did not destroy it. He was later killed by a follower of Gaugeron, who then took the ring and used its power to become a snake and destroy and plunder the land. But he made the mistake of attacking a shrew camp, led by a fierce Log-a-Log. During the ensuing fight, the snake/searats tail was sliced off and, along with it, the thing. The searat slunk off into the woods, with only a stump left. The thing remained where it fell, being covered by seasons of dust, dirt and paw prints, until it was unwillingly and accidentally discovered by a shrew…

Chapter One
Brogo charged his opponent, rapier raised and aimed to kill. The enemy, standing after being knocked down, sidestepped and tripped Brogo easily. He landed face down, taking in a mouthful of dirt. Standing, he spun to keep sight of his enemy, spitting dirt, only to have a pawful of dirt thrown in his face. His enemy then pushed him over, and Brogo just lay there, panting heavily.
‘Face it’ said Friggle. ‘You’ll never beat me.’ His friends cheered and walked away with him.
Brogo stayed behind. He still had dirt in his eyes. But something had hit him. Besides dirt. Heavier and harder. When he could see properly, he began searching. It didn’t take long. There glinting in the sunlight, was a … thing. The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It was made of silver, with little gems set in the side. It also had a large ruby on top, which seemed to emanate its own brilliant red light. After admiring it for a few minutes, he set off to find Log-a-Log and ask if eh knew what it was.
He meandered slowly through the bush towards the shrew’s makeshift camp. Quietly listening to the birdsong, barely making a sound with his footpaws on the leaf litter. Then he saw a movement to the left. A shadow, flitting from tree to tree. He stopped. He could see an ear sticking out from behind a trunk. It disappeared, but soon after, he heard a rustling coming towards him. Then a creature jumped out of the bushes, clear over his head, and landed behind him on the path. Brogo turned.
‘Handilf, you scared me!!’ said Brogo, his breathing returning to normal.
‘I know, it’s what I do best’ replied the hare. ‘Where are you going, anyway?’
‘Just back to camp. I found this thing on the path and I want to show Log-a-Log.’ He showed the thing to Handilf. The hare looked and then jumped back, startled. ‘What’s wrong?’ asked Brogo.
‘Oh, ah, nothing, I just think we should hurry up and show Log-a-Log. He’s down at the river fixing a log boat. I’ll meet you there, I’ve just got to talk to him about something first. Come as quick as you can!’ Handilf took off, with Brogo slowly trailing behind.

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Subject: A strange squirrel walks in.The creature is obvously a new joiner.


Author:
Dartchikam Tamstroces
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Date Posted: 20:07:44 05/15/03 Thu
(ooc:Here's my biography written into chapters,eventually I'll post the second chapter,but it's not complete.bic)He sighs and sets down a huge book.As he opens the first page,a slight wind goes around.It carries the scent of many ages and places...


Dartchikam Tamstroces
The tale of a squirrel and a fox



Two ferrets and a stoat walked through the woodlands. It was an unusual black night: no moon nor stars were seen in the sky. One of the ferrets, a white one, passed a cloak to her companions to shelter from the rain. The trio scuttled quickly into the heart of darkness and were soon lost.
‘’D’ya two know where we’m bee a goin’?’’ Asked the white one, named Runethain.
‘’Oi thought Rebusco was leadin‘!’’ Complained the black one called Denlar.
Rebusco, the stoat, spoke in her high pitched voice, replying to Denlar the ferret ‘’Kirkir, I vere not keeping track, I thought you scummy ferrets vere!’’
All three of them continued through the dark forest of Basired with no clue of where they where heading.
After their argument, Rebusco started another about where to camp. Denlar kept on complaining about tents and bugs, and Runethain wanted to go on. Eventually they found a small, dry glade covered in grass and slept.
If Rebusco, Denlar and Runethain had travelled much further, they would’ve come across a cabin at exactly midnight.
Inside the small cabin, just as midnight passed, a clap of thunder roared over the woods. That was when the squirrel warrior of the woods was born!
The mother and father of the newborn babe were delighted, but tired. They lay the youngster upon a bundle of blankets and watched as he journeyed into the realm of the dreams: sleep.
The next morning, the babe‘s parents spoke of a name. Leepturrel, the babe’s father, wanted to call their son Relvoke Burswail. The mother, whose name was Clovarch, suggested Relvpaw Inkwail, her own little idea of Inkpaw mixed with her husband Leepturrel’s original idea.
Leepturrel agreed to the name and got up to help make a breakfast for three squirrels.
Breakfast that morn was very good. The young babe, Relvpaw Inkwail, ate as much as could before the meal was over.
The little squirrel was very strange for a newborn and spoke on his seventh day. Not much longer after he started to speak, bit by bit, Relvpaw was tackling trees and climbing high as one could go. He impressed his parents greatly with his strangely, quickly-learnt but natural skills.
One misty morning near the end of spring, the Squirrelbabe, now ten seasons old, came tumbling towards Clovarch squeaking and pulling a face.
‘’Mama, mama!’’ he squeaked ’’Dere big fat foxies inna funny costumes comin’ diss way!’’
‘’Relvpaw, quick, go get your father! I’ll stay here, I know how to deal wid foxies!’’ Said Clovarch, and with that the two squirrels left each other, for their last time.
Little Relvpaw hurried through the woodlands to where his father was chopping up an ancient rowan tree, the sun glimmering off the beautiful inscription on the axe: Dartstroces Chikamtam.
Leepturrel turned around and listened to what his son had to say.
The father squirrel jogged with his axe in his belt and son in paws, his face was confused: were the foxes killers?, how many were there?, were they travellers?
All these questions were answered, but not to Leepturrel. Clovarch had retrieved a long sword and ran outside to see the wicked faces of sixty foxes.
The first word she said to them echoed through the woodland Basired as the female warrior swung the blade and charged into the foxes.
’’Dartsquirrels Treepipers!’’ She roared. That was the war cry of most warrior squirrels.
Not far away, in a thin pine grove, Leepturrel’s eyes went wide and his fur bristled, his cry echoing in reply: ’’Dartsquirrels Treepipers!’’
The noble warrior left his offspring and charged onward to the war cry of the squirrels. Relvpaw was left in a sunny pine grove, the axe at his side where Leepturrel had purposely left it. The youngster raised the weapon and roared, not knowing why or what ’’Dartsquirrels Treepipers!’’
Relvpaw Inkwail, son of Clovarch and Leepturrel, took his heavy new weapon and dragged it off. The young one looked back in the direction where his arch enemy, Ringut Tosoriecath: The fox master, laughed as his mother and father were cut into small pieces by the remaining forty-five foxes.
And so Relvpaw Inkwail went off in search of a place to train, where he could rally friends, or amazingly, even an army and seek out and slay the one who slew his only family.

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Subject: A story...


Author:
Jirra Chandil
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Date Posted: 18:27:44 05/14/03 Wed
Does anybeast wanna write a story with me? I'll start.

"I'm SOOOOOOOOOO bored!" moaned Tanya. The wildcatbabe was sitting in front of the window, watching raindrops roll down it.
"I'M SOOOOOOOO BORED!" she repeated when nobeast payed any attention to her.
"Aw, stop grumbling, Ton," said Fyfia, not even looking up from what she was doing. At the Moment the young rabbit was drawing a picture of Tanya being bored. She did that a lot.
"But it's RAINING!" wailed Tanya. "And not a plain ordinary rain, a messy wet boring rain! The knd of rain you can't do anything about except being bored!"
"Aw, be quiet," mumbled Fyfia...

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Subject: I'm starting another story if noone minds.


Author:
Friulla Goldtail Manytalents
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Date Posted: 23:53:40 05/14/03 Wed
The vixen's eyes flickered back and forth. Where was that ferret? She had been told to watch him. So where was he?
"Nah nah! Y' can' fine me! Ha ha ha!" sneered a babe's voice.
The vixen looked to where the babe's voice had come.
"Oh, Wez-zul! I have a treat for you!" she called in a low, musical voice.
"Wherewherewhere!" screamed Wezzul, somersaulting out of the bushes.
"Gotcha!" the vixen pounced on the ferretbabe, wrapping him in her cloak.
"Wahaaaaaa! Le' Wezzul go, Nigh'sha'e! Lemme goooooooooo!"
Wezzul whined pitifully.
Nightshade slung the bundle over her shoulder and set off in direction of the camp.

TBC...

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Subject: try me!


Author:
trivorn
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Date Posted: 19:25:54 05/17/03 Sat
u scoundrel

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Subject: The Bellmaker 2


Author:
Kyaba Fleetfoot
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Date Posted: 16:38:10 03/23/03 Sun
Chapter One

Dindra sat one a rock outside of Castle Floret.She threw a rock,watching it splash into the moat on the east side of the castle.A voice called from behind her."Dindra",the voice called,"quick march in here."Dindra sighed.Uncle Foghill.She did as she was told and reported to him.She stood before him,ears erect,chest out."Sah",she said,"reportin' in,sah!"Commander Foghill was one of the former Meldrum the Magnificent's nephews.His brother,Runtwold,had found a pretty wife,Flowereye,and had a brood of sixteen leverets.Dindra was the second youngest of the brood.Being that,she was,as Commander Foghill put it,"..worthy to receive responsebilities."And she had.Just the day before,she had spotted a fleet of corsair ships and reported in.As it turned out,though no one in Southsward knew it but had a pretty good idea of it,the ships,headed by the son of Urgan Nagru,Gurnad Danurg,were planning on taking over Southsward.This,unfortunatly,was the beginging of the second Battle of Southsward.

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Subject: Now for somthing different (but still something redwall related.)


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 22:34:39 05/14/03 Wed
September 4 2006

A Man named Jeremy Scot had volunteered for a scientific endeavor to be frozen in time to see the wonders of the future.
Knowing he’ll never return but being a scientist himself he knew it would be fantastic and a fun experience to see how much the world will be changed.
He said goodbye to his family and stepped inside the cyrogenerator for which he would stay frozen for 1500 years.


For a long time he slept for days, weeks, months, years… centuries and then a millennium.
And it would automatically unfreeze in the year 3506 and it did.

He stepped out of the cyrogenerator, he was in a dark dusty room, which seemed to be the remnants of an old laboratory in which seems to be untouched by humans for a long… long time.
It was very dusty, he coughed and sneezed and looked for the door.
It was at the end of the corridor and it seemed to have been collecting dust for centuries It the handle was a wheel in which you have to turn to open it. He slowly turned it, it wouldn’t open…

He turned it with all his strength and it budged slightly with a rusty creak.
He pushed it open, and it seemed to have lead to another corridor.
He slowly walked through, not knowing what he would find in this day and age.
There was a ladder and some tools lying against the wall, and the ladder seemed to lead upwards, to another door like one that would be found on a submarine.
He turned the wheel on that one, and pushed it. (It wouldn’t budge)
He pushed and pushed but the lab was buried under lots of dirt, the lab must have been buried underground. (But he didn’t know that.)
He tried to push with all his might, and then he tried calling for help.
Just then the door fell off the ceiling onto the ground rusted through with age, and dirt was pouring through into the lab, He ducked and covered with surprise, and as he opened his eyes the lab was a few inches filled with dirt, and the sun was shining through the doorway.
He climbed upwards and he was in some sort of forest.

It looked pretty peaceful, the sky was clear and there were lots of trees. Jeremy thought the planet would be polluted to a dangerous level, and there would be life on other planets. But no buildings could be seen and it was just fields and trees.

‘Where am I, is this Europe?’ (Where he lived back 1500 years ago)
He then heard some bells chiming, like churchbells he knew someone must be ringing those bells, so he ran in the direction from where they came knowing he’d find people.
He ran and ran, he saw a big red building like a church, it was huge!
He looked at the giant walls, and wondered who could have built such a place?

He yelled up to the wall, ‘Any people here?’
No answer…
He walked around to the gates and started knocking on the main door.
‘Anyone here? I am a scientist, I would like to speak with one of you!’

A big tattooed otter looked down at the man, ‘Ahoy, I am the skipper here, what manner of creature are you? You look very strange.’
Jeremy was taken aback, he never in his life expected a giant talking otter to be able to speak English.
‘What Are you pray tell!?’ Jeremy called back.

‘I am an otter! I have never seen a strange hairless tailless mouse before, you are a mouse right?’
‘I am a human!’
‘Hew…man…?’

Jeremy then yelled back ‘Are you the leader of this establishment? I want to know what is going on, what year is it?’

The otter looked baffled, ‘Hang on, I’ll get the abbot!’
Abbot Terieh the mouse was reading some recipes of Sour apple jelly, he loved to cook and usually spent his time in the Redwall kitchens.
Skipper ran in and was exhausted ‘Mi’lord I found some weird creature by the abbey gates,
‘What kind of creature?’
‘He had no tail, a short snout and no fur except for the top of his head. He was wearing weird white clothes I have never seen before.’
The abbot rushed over to the gates ‘Skipper is he vermin or woodlander?’
‘Can’t tell, he looks okay, but who can trust who?’


The abbot looked down at Jeremy, and yelled down to him,
‘Are you friend or foe?’

Jeremy not wanting to be on their bad side, said friend, but giant talking otters and mice,’ what the heck happened!?
‘I am a friend I am not but a simple scientist, frozen to see the future I did not know what lies in the times ahead, but I am alone in this world and I want to just figure out, what is going on!?’
‘Accust, let him in’ The abbot told the gate shrew.

As Jeremy walked through the abbey yard with the mouse, he was hedgehogs and squirrels playing in the orchard, he expected not advanced races, he didn’t see a single piece of technology anywhere.
‘Do you have any computers or scientific historic books I could see?’
‘I don’t know what you mean’
‘No computers!?’
‘I don’t understand, kom…pew…tur.? We supply food and board here, and to protect creatures from vermin attacks, we have the finest warriors you are always safe at Redwall Abbey.’
Jeremy realized by the weapons they were using and the architecture that he must have been sent to some animal Middle Ages.
‘Are there any humans around?’
‘Are you a human?’
‘Yes.’ Jeremy sighed.
‘I have never seen or heard of humans before, you are the first of a human sighting Redwall ever had; There must be more of you across the sea.’
Jeremy then realized something, there must be records of what happened back in the abandoned lab but first he must make friends with these creatures. Whatever they are.
Man he felt strange he would just have to get used to things.

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Subject: I was bored


Author:
Corrin Fieldblade
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Date Posted: 22:42:35 03/07/03 Fri
So I decide tio start my story ooc you know reading,school, and computer games most of the time can get pretty boring Chapter one in my next post

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Subject: Techniques to finding the perfect name...


Author:
Jessie Oakshade, Name Guru ^_^
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Date Posted: 03:16:12 04/13/03 Sun
Posted this on the OOC board, but I figured it would be useful here too, so here it is. Any aspiring story writers, please read!!

I usually have little trouble trying to find a name, because I have little techniques I use so I can look around from where I am sitting, and find the perfect name for a specific character. I'll go through this in a little bit.

I LOVE Irish/Gaelic names, there really isn't a specific reason, but I find that most of them are very pretty. It just so happened I was bored and decided to search for some, and I found a terrific web site for names from many different cultures.

www.20000-names.com

It's also separated by gender, and gives the meaning for each name. The minute I started browsing the site, I thought of Lancepaw's activity "Name the Character", in which it helped a lot. ^_^ I was trying to put a Gaelic-based, or Yiddish-based name in there, but I couldn't resist the Irish names.

If anyone here's read the Sevenwaters trilogy, it is fascinating to know that "Sorcha" means intelligent, "Eamonn" means guardian(yeah, right), and "Darragh" means wealthy(another big surprise). (BTW, the Sevenwaters Trilogy are excellent books for a Redwall fan, written by Juliet Marillier. It starts with Daughter of the Forest. I warn people though, there are adult themes in all three.)

Anyway, if for some reason you decide not to browse the site, you can use my little technique. First of all, you can't avoid the fact that words are all around you, no matter where you are or look. If for some strange reason you are in a room with no words, then there MUST be items or things wherever you are. It's easier just to look at words though.

So, let's say I'm looking for a name for a female mouse. She's a healer, and she's against fighting and travels alone. Good female names usually begin with B, L, N, or S, and end with A, L, M, or N.

I look around the room I'm in and try to look for a word that has to do with my character's personality. I spot the word...."medical", on an encylopedia for medical treatments. You can just use this name by switching letters around and adding different ones and get "Madelan" or "Caldima". Interesting, no? But those are only relatively simple names. I look around the room again to find the word...."intelligence", from a book on artificial intelligence. Now, combine these two words. To combine them directly would result in "Mediligence" or "Intellical", which would sound rather odd for a female mouse, so we will have to change some letters and move some around as we did with "medical".

"Gen" from "intelligence" is a great segment for a female name, so we'll consider it. "Dica" from "medical" is interesting as well. Taking the letters from these two words and mixing them around creates a lot of pretty good word segments, so we'll make a list. Just make them short and simple, one or two syllables. Also, consider reversing segments.

Gen
Dica
Dima
Lida
Teli
Cali
Deme
Meni
Delan
Camed
Meli
Clem
Elan
Ginia
Len
Lian

That seems like enough, because the next step is easiest, and pretty fun too. Just combine two or three of the segments. If it doesn't sound right, you can always add a letter in there. For example, combining Meli and Lian. Mellian. It DOES sound a bit weird, so I substitute an "r". This results in Merian. Also, since she is a traveling healer, she needs a title, so she is most likely going to be Merian the Healer, or Merian the Traveler.

I used this technique for many characters from my story "If Rose had Lived", as well as "The Missing Saga Part One: The Makings of a Warrior". The main character in IRHL is Chrysanthemum, but it IS obvious I stole her name from a flower, mainly because her mother is Rose, also named after a flower. Jorell is a combination of names(which I forget), Dallum is a one-letter change from his father's name.

From TMS, Gareb Cairenn is an interesting name. Gareb is made from the basic foundation I use for a name: Five letters, with alternating consanants and vowels. Cairenn is an Irish name (surprise, surprise!) I dug up from an Irish names web site.

"But what about moles and hares and otters and squirrels and badgers?" you ask. "They have different names, pertaining to their abilities and nature." True, true. They're all still made up of word segments, and truthfully, they're easier to come up with than the name I previously showed you. Here are some popular word segments for each species:

Moles:

Paw
Durt
Burr
Bung
Till
Furr
Burt

Hares:

Paw
Ear
Dew
Tail
Scut
Bee
Wil
Dar
Leg
Lance
Wilt
Saber
Wind

Otters:

Paw
Tail
Sea
Root
Bar
Long
Gar
Scar
Wort
Rim
Rung
Tide

Squirrels:

Paw
Tail
Ear
Fir
Branch
Leaf
Twig
Elm
Oak

Badgers:

Paw
Blade
Stripe
Blood
Dark
Stone

Of course, these segments don't apply to every creature of the species, like Tungro of the otters, Boorab of the hares, Jukka of the squirrels, and Lady Merola of the badgers. But their names can be formed using my other technique. I have some names I made up in my spare time on my site:

http://www.geocities.com/redwalldatabase/books/misc/redwallnames.html

Most of them form the 5-letter format which I find hard to avoid. ^_^ It's easy, and creates satisfactory names.

If you have any questions or comments, just post them here.

~Jessie Oakshade, Name Guru

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Subject: I'm going to start a story from scratch!


Author:
Checkery
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Date Posted: 02:57:27 04/26/03 Sat
It'll probably go a couple chapters, then stop. Then someday you'll come back here to see the story again, all completed, so I'll apologize now for making you all dangle.

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Subject: A brief history of the Redwall World. (Not as good as last time, but you can get the idea ^_^)


Author:
Rumpus Quiltip
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Date Posted: 00:41:08 04/15/03 Tue
I wrote this a long while ago, I'd like to try it again.

You may not believe this but a long time ago our world was not ruled by Badgers and wildcats and other creatures but by very advanced creatures whom I don't know the name of.

I will call them Clerms,
Clerms were very intelligent creatures from whom skills and technology were advanced so much that it would make our heads ache.
they had giant stone buildings and lots of Gadgets which we would never understand.
And mice and other creatures as we know could not talk and were very small.
These creatures were hairless except for the tops of their heads and sometimes faces, and they didn't know that a giant rock was coming towards the world from far above. Before they could do anything the big rock crashed in the ground killing many, and a weird toxic gas was coming out of it killing the more bigger creatures like Giraffes and Lions, and such which don't exist anymore.
But the smaller animals like hares, Rats, ferrets,mice Moles, and badgers and such dug underground to avoid the gas, and birds like owls and hawks flew overhead.
the fish were okay though and as were the insects.

but for a long long time they stayed underground until one day they all crawled out, and everything seemed okay, all the clerms were wiped out, but there was stil radiation
fumes around and as the animals lived in that strange new world they started to evolve very quickly, they were able to develop speech and walking on two legs.
And not only that but they were growing...and becoming much smarter
the clerms civilisation was extinct and their technology crumpled away with time. the world started anew with a new race of species they learned together and learned to read from old Clerm books that were so old they almost crumbled with touch.
But the vermin who were there didn't want to help eachother, they just wanted power. So the woodlanders and vermin separated and became enemies from then on.
they eventually came to the middle ages in which we see them now.

I did this before but it was alot better then, hope you Enjoy!
(This is much shorter too)

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Subject: A hero poem.


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 20:56:05 04/14/03 Mon
In the Abbey the creatures dwell
Wake each morning to a bell
In the walls the heroes lie
fast and quick and very spry
But not very many villians can tell.

many villians tried to win
by doing the good heroes in
but Cluny, Ublaz, Slagar, and Damug
somebeasts you would not want to hug
Died by the gates within...

matthias, Martin, mattimeo too
Many great vermin these warriors slew
heroes come in all shapes and all sizes
Still very smart and full of surprizes
maybe you'll be one too.

How do you like it?

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Subject: Another Random Poem...


Author:
Soilflicker
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Date Posted: 22:38:41 04/27/03 Sun
OK, this is not really Redwally, due to the last couple of lines, but I threw in some molespeech and stuff anyway. haha, apologies to any sparrows...

A Warning to Sparrows, on Visiting a Mole

A pretty little mole,
Living down a hole,
Decided to make lunch;
‘Twas far too late for brunch.
She chopped up some mushrooms and plants very fine,
Then sat down at table and started to dine.
She had had her first mouthful (‘Twas really quite good),
When a small mouse came in, and asked her for food.
She had served him up some; they had started to talk,
When in came a hedgehog, out for a late walk.
Said he, “I would like to sit down at your table,
Would you give me some food? Are you willing? And able?
The mole curtsied nicely, she said with a grin,
“Of curse ye'll 'ave food, zurr! Just coom yoo roight en!”
The three beasts were sitting, happy as the day’s long,
When in came a sparrow, singing a song.
He would have been welcomed, had he been a bunny,
But woe to the bird that thought the mole funny.
Birds and moles had been enemies, for centuries before,
So that nice little mole kicked the bird out the door!
The poor little bird flew away, quite ruffled,
And through the mole’s door, the beasts’ laughing was muffled.
So woe to the birds who think molemaids are thick!
They’ll be kicked out the door, very sudden and quick.

((The third to last line should be part of the one before it... I know the metre for the first couple lines is off, but... taa daa! Did anybody like it?))

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Subject: The eyes of one broken


Author:
Shade Slipstream
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Date Posted: 23:47:23 04/17/03 Thu
This is the story of Brand and how he came to be. Brand is insane and its a tradgic story of what he lost. His mind.

Brand speared another vermin with his javelin. The rat fell with a scream that stopped abruptly. He still couldn't believe this. He was fighting a war for Salamandastron, ruled by Badger Lord Russano. Last season, he had been gathering watershrimp and about to be wedded. Now, he was killing countless vermin to save Salamandastron. Suddenly, a hare ran over to Brand.
"Russano getting the bloodwrath, watch out!" the hare cried. Brand nodded that he heard him. Suddenly, the hare pulled out a dirk and threw it over Brands shoulder. A ferret fell with a gurgle. The hare ran off and Brand looked after for a second. He didn’t even know the name of a beast who had saved his life. As he thrust at a stoat before him, he saw the hare get cut down, and not come back up. But he couldn’t do anything, He was being surrounded by over a score of vermin. As Brand fought for his life, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold.
“EULALIAAAAAAA” Russano whirled in, eyes red from the bloodwrath, swinging his mace in one paw, and a short piece of wood in the other, which he twirled expertly, even in the madness of the bloodwrath. He slew the vermin around Brand, but a short rat ran behind Brand hoping the badger wouldn’t see him. Brand turned and slew the vermin in one powerful hit with is javelin. Then, the world went dark and Brand fell unconscious, but not before feeling a terrible, terrible pain to his head.

When he woke up again, Brand was lying on a bed with something wrapped about his head. He got out of the bed and began to walk about. He was in a room with more beds like his, in a room made out of stone. As he looked out the window, he saw he was in a mountain! Suddenly a hare walked in the room.
“Oh thank goodness! I didn’t think you would make it! Your entire Holts here to see you, I’ll get them” And before brand could say anything, a bunch of strange otters walked in the room and began hugging him and some began to cry. They all began talking about something called Salamandastron and a battle. Finally, Brand was able to voice his question.
“Who are you all?” The otters stared at him in shock, and the hare rushed in and pushed them all out of the room, ignoring their cries of shock. The door was locked and Brand was left alone. Finally, when the sun was beginning to set, Brand heard the door’s key grating, and the door opened. A large badger walked in the room, followed by the hare, which Brand guessed, was a nurse of some kind.
“Hello Brand” the Badger began
“Whose Brand? Is he a picture?” Brand asked
“You are” replied the badger
“I’m a picture” asked Brand grinning
“No, you are Brand the otter” said the badger “Now, my name is Russano, and you, Brand were fighting in a war to rid my mountain of vermin, who wanted to take over and enslave. We beat them, but at a terrible price, many brave hares were lost, during the battle, I was taken by the bloodwrath, something that during battle, makes badgers go insane, and they can slay anybeast in their path, and not feel anything, may it be a sword blade to a arrowhead. You were surrounded and I beat the vermin off, but one hid behind you. I started to swing but you killed the vermin, even in the bloodwrath, I tried to stop my mace, but it was to late, I hit you and you fell. Some hares pulled you away, and the battle was soon finished when I killed the leader of the horde. You were cared for but did not move for four days, until today, when you woke up”
Brand nodded slowly and then smiled. He began to hop, and then sing “My name is Brand, Brand, Brand I am glad, glad, glad, I like to sing, sing, sing, and to bing, bing, bing!” Suddenly, Russano reached out a huge paw and grabbed Brand. He pulled him forwards and motioned for the otters crowed at the door to come in the room. A few hares were with them and they all stopped muttering at the look on Russano’s face as he looked into Brands eyes. He whispered his words, but everybeast present heard him, Brands soon to be wife burst into tears first, and the other otters and hares stared, unbelieving. How could this happen? How? It was unthinkable!
Russano’s words seemed to almost echo in the cave.
“The eyes of one broken, are a horrible sight…”

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Subject: Do way 'ave ta 'ell storays?


Author:
Jordan the Wanderer
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Date Posted: 19:59:39 04/20/03 Sun

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Subject: Vignette.


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 14:49:41 04/17/03 Thu
Happy Ending
Retina Klesittan

Disclaimer: Redwall = not mine. Redwall = Brian Jacques. Yay. *waves flaggy*

Summary: A warrior muses during his last stand, about war, heroes, and himself.

A/N: Hiya, me again. Um, a vignette is like, a short story, basically. You'll find out who's doing the musing at the end. Click the following link to see the story, yo.

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Subject: The search for stories!


Author:
Checkery, adventurer of authors and quester of quills!
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Date Posted: 02:47:34 04/26/03 Sat
I must plan far ahead...My sister Alison will be gone to Arizona on her first missionary trip, for three weeks. Then I'll just be left with one sister...and one sister isn't enough! I'll need things to do, and I think I've worn down the Redwall books for the time being. Now I must ask people for their Redwall stories, completed of course. (I'd goed insane if I got an uncompleted one) If you have any, plz e-mail them to me. I'll enjoy when August rolls around...

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Subject: "Never Again" A true tale of the forgotten beast.


Author:
Quincila Awbern
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Date Posted: 00:31:11 02/17/03 Mon
Starr the Silver Stripe.... How did I get a unique character? I used to write a book called, "The Crimson Star", about a white ferret named Crimsin-Starr Farrat. I gave up writing it...... >__< Crimsin-Starr was her real name, but everybeast called her Starr. Anyway, she was the hero, (long story why), and she was good natured and kind. Pretty open, as well. Few of you have heard of Starr the Silver Stripe, yes? Well, she's the oppisite of Crimsin-Starr Farrat. I wanted to do a dramatic character, so I created one. After I switched to Quincila Awbern, I felt sorry for poor Starr, and thought aboiut Gunner, the handsome ferret in "The Crimson Star". I made up a story that I think is pretty cool. I hope you enjoy it!! (Chapter one in next post)

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Subject: A mini battle


Author:
BeckyJo the Wanderer
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Date Posted: 04:13:21 04/19/03 Sat
'ere is a mini 'ittle battle I took place n'.Well it starts wid' may.I'm a mindin' my own flippin' buissness wen a 'ittle ol' pirate crew ambush may!'ell I wassen 'appy,o'course.So I did wat any squirrel would a done;I climb'd da' nearest tree an' launched bows at 'em. They ran like no tamarraw.It was 'da funniest thing!HAHAHAHAHA!

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Subject: If Rose had Lived....re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-vived....


Author:
Jessie Oakshade, Ex-Fort Storyteller
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Date Posted: 00:16:43 02/12/03 Wed
*sigh* Here we go, yet again. As I said on the OOC board, there is a very, very, very, big chance I'm not going to write anything else for this story right now. I can't tell you how sorry I am! *sob* I'm sorry Waterlily, Dakkan, or anyone else who was reading this! I'll see if I can write a chunk of it over summer...I have no time whatsoever during the school year...yeesh, I almost wish I was homeschooled again...

~*~If Rose had Lived~*~

A Tale of Faith, Friendship, and Fiends

Description(read if you don't have a lot of time): Everyone knows the story of Laterose of Noonvale, and many wonder what would've happen if she lived. Some say it was better that she died, because if she didn't, Mossflower would have been crushed under Tsarmina's forbidding paw and the peaceful Redwall Abbey would never have been built. All because of the death of one simple mousemaid....

I have found a way to keep Rose alive, yet twist Mossflower and Noonvale's history to keep this same conclusion. But our Mossflower woodlanders and Noonvalers don't have it that easy. They find there is more than just Tsarmina plotting behind their backs.


I implore you to read this story, which includes characters from Mossflower, Martin the Warrior, Legend of Luke, and even Outcast of Redwall. Find out how they're all related to one another, find out why some became enemies, and others became friends, but above all, discover the journey of a mouse, and this mouse's journey to rescue Noonvale, Mossflower, and even the mouse's father, Martin the Warrior of Noonvale.......

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Subject: ooo...I'm going to try a poem


Author:
Whiteye
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Date Posted: 16:39:50 04/12/03 Sat
I'm going to try a poem, (I'm not sure it will be all that good but....oh well. It's from the perspective of a blind beast.)

The Blindness of the Eyes

The blindness of a beast
can be truly shown.
For what are crystals to them?
Just something that's known.

Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, jewels.
what are they? Just things to feel.
Sure they are of value, but what to buy?
Not as good as the simple meal.

For even those who have the sight,
can be as blind as the darkness of night.
Who can tell what's of value, what's worthless?
Only those who have even less.

For these things sometimes bring false hope,
to those who value them above all.
For they are things of which to look,
things to sell. But not as good as the simple
ringing of a bell.

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That probably stinks, but it felt good to write it.

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Subject: A Promise


Author:
Shade Slipstream
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Date Posted: 00:34:43 04/11/03 Fri
Hello all. I got the idea for this poem from the lines from Retinas poem Fairy Tales "And a promise, heartfelt or forced,
Are in truth, not always kept." Course, this isn't nearly so good but hope you like it. (I don't really)

A promise is just a word,
Most people say but don't keep.
They say "I promise you"
But it usually isn't that deep.
It will not go beneith the skin,
Nor will it penetrate the heart,
But the breaking will shoot yours with a poison tipped dart

"I promise to return" The brave hero said
But how did fate get into his head?
How does he know he will not die
And go to Hell, or Heaven in the sky?

I doesn't know, he never will,
Until the dragon swoops in for the kill.
Bones snap, blood spews, the hero will not keep his promise
Because a promise is just a word you say,
A sound from the mouth
To create beautiful illusions

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Subject: Fairy Tales -- Freeverse Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 00:38:22 03/26/03 Wed
A/N: Heyo, me again. ^^;


Fairy Tales

If life were a dream, a fairy tale,
Where it starts, 'once upon a time,'
And amid the toil and blood and tears,
There's always, 'happily ever after.'

And it is unreal and irrational;
Death is simple, and a way of life.
When you loose something dear,
Not always do you find again.

The crystal staircase of life is hope;
A hope spurned by the naive.
Because crystal is a fantasy,
And there are always broken floorboards.

And a promise, heartfelt or forced,
Are in truth, not always kept.
Because words are illusions, not real,
And they fall delicate like the autumn leaf.

Serenading your love on their lawn
Will not always bring desired effects.
Rather, it shall bring you thrown items,
Via the residents who wish for peace.

And in the fairy tales, the hero will ride,
And face monsters and look death in the eye.
And they will always, always come back,
Because in fairy tales, heroes always, always win.

And in fairy tales, there is hope,
Heroes with extraordinary, undying hope.
And if here we had that hope,
Then life may just yet be fairy tale.


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Subject: Bitter Fate


Author:
Shade Slipstream who was feeling sappy
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Date Posted: 19:59:30 04/06/03 Sun
The sky grew dark. The clouds burst open and rain began to fall heavily to the ground, were to mice named Martin and Rose were walking. They ran under a large oak, Martin using himself to keep Rose from getting wet. Once they were under the oak Martin looked up at the darkened sky and blew through his whiskers in annoyance. Rose grinned at him "You big lump. How about I sing you something to cheer you up?" Martin grinned back. He loved Rose's voice, and everything else about her...
"Sure" he said, settling back against the oaks might trunk and closing his eyes, letting Rose's voice wash over him like a gentle breeze on a summer’s day

"The sky’s teardrops fall to the ground,
Shimmering as they go down
As the fox howls, a storm gathers up high,
Thunder and lightning rip through the sky.
But it does end and the sun shows through,
Drying the water, making it only a rosepetal with dew.
As a rainbow faintly shows
Its enchantment thrown over a small squirrel, making him lightly doze.
The sky is magical, moving from one thing to another,
Sun and storm, snow and rain, all above Mother Earth, her.
The sky is beautiful,
Something every eye can see
Stormy grey, blackest night, clear blue days,
It’s all alright
For two mice under a tree"

It had grown quite while Rose had sung, and the crickets began to chirp once more, the fishes splash on a pond, the wind blow, as she stopped. Martin opened one eye and looked at Rose. "You made the last part up, about two mice under a tree didn't you?" he asked
"Yea," said Rose "But it just seemed like something that should be said"
"It was beautiful Rose,” said Martin "It really was"
Rose blushed "Stop it Martin. Anybeast could sing like me if they wanted to" saying that, Rose gave Martin a push that made him fall into a wet bush. Giggling and laughing, she ran off with Martin running behind her, laughing as well.
Once they were gone, a dark figure came out of the shadows.
"So sad. So so sad" it said its eyes growing bright with unshead tears "They love each other, but it will never be" Saying that, the figures dark eyes lite up briefly than went dark and it disappeared, never to be seen again.

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Subject: I found this great story and wanted to post it


Author:
Southpaw
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Date Posted: 16:59:14 02/23/03 Sun
He can hear gentle sobs surround him as he lay in Cavern Hole of the great Redwall Abbey. I am in no physical pain, yet feel a slight sensation surge through me, painfully, starting around my heart.

I can hear Bella’s soft murmurs in my ears, telling me to hold on.

“Brother Martin, please, hold yourself together my friend, oh please…”

I smile meekly at her and open one eye to look at her. She has a worried look upon her face, tears staining her black fir cheeks. I cautiously open yet another eye and gaze about me, setting my eyes upon my other friends.Gonff and Columbine stand off in the corner with their son, Gonff Jr. now at age 14, he is acting more like his father by the day. Trimp and Chugger also stand, a little ways back from everyone else, behind their adopted parents. Trimp, now being a full-grown female hedgehog rarely considered Gonff and Columbine to be her adopted parents anymore, but more like companions and advisors.

Martin smiled at them, glancing over the other familiar faces before shutting his eyes once more.

“Gonff…” he whispered quietly, ordering his friend to his side.

“Martin…”

Martin laughed lightly and tore his eyes opened one more time to look into his eyes, full of tears and sorrow for his friend.

“Why are you so sad?” Martin asked smiling. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“Martin…”

“I shall live again dear friend, through the eyes of Am That Is.”

“What?”

Martin laughed lightly once more, a laugh with bitter pain seeping through it.

“My friend I have grown old, my age has caught up with me, finally pulling me towards the Dark Forest Gates.”

“Are you scared?”

“I have no regrets.”

“But my friend you will leave us…you will be lonely there…please don’t leave!”

“I have someone waiting there for me.”

“What?”

Martin turned his head away form his friend for a moment, to grasp his thoughts. His smile greatened as his thoughts and memories collected, so many years worth of lost memories, seeping back in a time of which they mean the most. Finally after a time of thinking her spoke once more, his voice becoming raspier and raspier.

“I have lived so many years in Mossflower, with no memories of my past. When I first came, I was full to the rim with horrid memories. Something I never told anyone was that I was running away when I came.”

“Running away from what?” Bella cut in slowly and gently before Gonff could get out the question.

Martin just continued on with his story, as if not hearing his poor friend, who knows, maybe he didn’t, for his voice just carried softly over her words.

“In the battle against the wildcats I lost my memory, I guess I got knocked on the head a few to many times…anyways now thinking deeply about it, I remember. I can remember a place they call Marshank, a tall fortress on the coast, and one called…now what was his name? Budnam? No…that wasn’t it. Badrang? Yes, I believe that was it. Anyways he was a stoat, a commanding stoat. He was commanding a powerful army of woodlanders to build his great fortress of Marshank. One day he came to our caves by the sea, when I was just a little runt. He captured my grandmother and I, driving us, along with many others on a long journey, lasting months, to the building site of Marshank. My grandmother died on the way. When I was there many things happened, leading me to meat a young Mouse maiden, named Rose, from Noonvale. I cannot go into much detail, for my last moments should not be spent telling a long story which I shall never finish before my death. All I can say is after a long journey for freedom we battled against Marshank, defeating Badrang and taking back the captured woodlanders. But while I was battling Badrang, with the sword I battled to retrieve back form him, my father’s sword which he stole form me while I was still I runt, He was defeating me. Rose jumped on his back to help me but was thrown off and against the wall she was instantly killed. At least she died painlessly, or at least I hope. I had fallen in love with her, and when the battle was over and we were marching off to Noonvale, I went my separate ways from my new friends, heading god only knew where. I didn’t even go to her funeral, I just can’t help but think if I had just tried harder I could have saved her…but if I had I would have never met any of you, and in so many ways I long for Rose and the life I could have had, but am happy for I know this is the way she wished my life to be, peaceful and away from war.

“My friends I have told you this story because I trust you all, and you all alone. None of this will ever be spoken of again, for this is not the way I wish the Abbey to remember me. Those were before my days as Martin the Warrior, and now I am not even that, I do not even have my sword with me. That is why I am known as Brother Martin.

Once he ended he shut his eyes for a moment and waved to young Trimp to come to him.

“Young Trimp, thank-you for reminding me of my father and my people. You will forever live within my heart. Columbine, take good care of Gonff and that rascal son of yours, he it a brat, just like his father. And make sure that you watch those candied chestnuts in the Abbey, we don’t need that fat little thief takin’ em.”

Columbine smiled through her tears and laughed lightly.

“Oh dear Martin, my friend, I shall.”

“Skipper, take care, my friend. I have never met an otter quite like you. You are one of my best friends and if it weren’t for you, I would be dead now, if it wasn’t in battles against the wild cats or when I went to find my father. Lady Amber, my friend, lead the squirrels well, oh champion of tree climbers. You are too one of my best friends. Good bye my friend.”

Skipper nodded his approval, whipping tears away from his face quickly. Lady Amber, being still a woman, was more emotional, throwing her strong paws about her friend.

“Oh Martin, champion of Redwall Abbey, you shall forever be missed.”

“I know.”

Martin turned his head limply towards the great badger off to the side. She had a paw whipping furiously at her eyes, trying to defend her reputation as the strongest at Redwall, but failing miserably.

“Dear Bella, why do you cry?”

“Martin, you are one of my best friends! Please do not leave!”

Martin smiled through tears that rolled down his cheeks. “My friend, tears roll down my cheeks for happiness. Remember that. I do not want tears of sorrow, I wish for tears of happiness, for you shall all know that I will soon be with loved once in the Dark Forest. My friend you have other best friends that shall replace me…”

“None of them are quite like you…”

“I know.”

“And who will carry the sword if Redwall is attacked…”

“One day, in the far future, Redwall will be placed under siege.”

“But then…”

Martin shook his head and trailed over Bella’s words once more, ignoring her pleas for the truth. “Am that is shall be the next in line, he shall find my sword, and continue to battle for Redwall. I will not be the last warrior of Redwall, but the first. My friend, I know this sounds crazy, but I can see him, Am That Is, he is young and feeble. Klutzy but smart and kind hearted. He shall swing my sword for me with the warrior’s legacy. My friend listen to my words:

I stand here in this world alone,
No kin of mine to take my sword,
No son or daughter of my own,
A bitter and sad reward,
But Redwall in its hour of need,
Will bring forth one to follow me,
To that one, valiant in deed,
I leave a Warrior’s legacy.

“Do you understand my words dear Bella?”

“One day, I know I shall dear Martin, I know I shall.” Bella answered truthfully, though scrounging through her head for the answer.

“Good, my dear friend, good.” Martin thought for a moment then turned his head to Gonff. “Matey, I have but one request, when I awoke from the battle with the wildcat you were singing a song about freedom. Will you sing it to me?”

“Aye matey, I will.”

“Let no foul beast give one command,
I’ll say ‘O no not me,
My back bends to no tyrant’s rule.
Hey, friends, this mouse is free.’
Free has a sound, it rings around,
A lovely way to be.
So dance or sing, do anything,
You’re free free free free freeeeeeeeeee!”

Martin smiled and waved Gonff to sing it again, through his kind words.

“Gonff, my friend, stay that way. Stay free; stay free indeed. It shall be long after your lifetime that I shall be seen again, through the heart of Am That Is. But do not feel distressed matey, in time of trouble, look upon the tapestry, and dream. You shall see me there. Please Gonff sing again.”

As he did, Gonff felt tears roll down his cheeks, as silent bowling interrupted his voice every few lines. But it did not seem to disturb Martin, for his thoughts were true on the words.

“Mateys, we are free at last. Free at last.”

And with that Martin’s head fell onto its side. Bella flung her great paws around his neck as he whispered his last words into her chest.

“Am that is, take on my mighty role.”

And with that, the greatest warrior Mossflower had even laid eyes upon, died.




Martin stepped forwards quietly, watching the world around him. He was in a deep pitch of green and black trees, casting great shadows over him. A deep scent of pines swept through his senses as he trekked forwards; taking in everything he was seeing. After a few moments he laid eyes upon what he was searching for. A great tall gate stood before him, at least 10 ft. high with cement walls on either side stretching as far as they eye could see. But the gate itself was large a made of black metal. It was made of many long, thick, polls coming together in new detailed designs and patterns. You could see through the gaps to the other side, but that was no different from the side he was currently on. His eyes wondered up the gate, looking at the patterns. He found that they made faces; there were hundreds of faces. Each of the greatest warriors, and the greatest creatures of all time, with the purest and kindest hearts. He smiled as he lay eyes upon his father’s and Boar’s faces in the gate.

“Father, Boar, I am happy you are here.”

“And we are happy you are here too.” Came a strong voice from the other side of the gate. There stood the great Boar the Fighter and Luke the Warrior. Boar stood, leaning against the wall, while Luke stood staring into his son’s eyes.

“Father…”

“Yes son.” he smiled. “I see you have made it finally to the Dark Forest Gates. I thought it would be soon, being in the condition you were in.”

“I am here once again Father, this time for good.”

“Than I suggest you enter, there are others here waiting for you.” Boar touched the gate slightly, pushing it open towards Martin. Martin quickly dodged out of the way and slid in the gates, shutting them behind him. He looked quietly at his father who just motioned him to follow as he trekked off into the forest.

After a few minutes they came upon a great place in the forest, bathed in a soft gold light that splashed lazily in and out of the gaps within the trees. Birds chirped happily around him, and crickets played at his feet as they hopped through the grasses. He smiled as he followed to a great open plain, surrounded by trees. They stopped there, before many a creature.

It took martin a moment to stabilize his memories as they came rushing through his head. There stood Felldoh, and the Rambling Rosehip Players, and many others whom he had seen, met, and made friends with throughout his journeys. He was greeted heartily by them all, but his eyes lay upon none of them. He waved slightly to them and stalked forwards, having sighted a pretty young mouse maiden, whom he had searched for all his life, in his dreams. But she had never come to him.

“Rose…”

“Hello Martin.”

“Rose…I-I missed you so…my friend…”

“And I you dear friend. I have watched your travels Martin, I see my death came to use.”

“Rose…”

“You know perfectly well that is I had not died you would have stayed with me, no matter what you say now. If you had you would have never rescued Mossflower and become one of the founders of Redwall.”

“You know of that?” Martin asked quizzically as he walked forwards.

“Yes. I have watched you intently all of these years Martin, I am able to you know.”

“But Rose you know we could have been…”

“Happy? Yes, I suppose we could have. But think of all those creatures that you saved! Martin as I lay dying I saw a vision of the present in Mossflower, creatures starving, crying out in agony as they were beaten to death, Martin it pained my death. But then I saw a vision of a great warrior coming to Mossflower, and freeing them from slavery. Martin that warrior was you, the greatest warrior. That pleased my death as I knew my death had purpose.” Rose smiled beside herself as tears started to flow down her cheeks. “You did not live in pain without me, nor loneliness. You didn’t even remember me after that battle, as I wished it to be. After that battle you were so happy to have defeated them, I wished you never to feel the pain of loneliness and regret again.”

“Rose, how I’ve missed you kind heart.”

Rose smiled and laughed lightly as tears of joy fell down her cheeks.

“And besides, we can begin from where we left off.”

Martin smiled at Rose’s request and walked forwards through the grasses and flung his arms around her waist, kissing her gently.

“Martin, we are finally free at last.”

“Yes my love, free at last.”

And with that loud cheers rang up from the deceased around them as the sun slowly set behind them, beginning an eternity together in death.

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Subject: Continuaton.


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 18:39:37 03/27/03 Thu
In our last episode Martin the warrior was teleported from his world into a horrible scary world, ours.



Martin was pretty shocked, who were these weird creatures?
as he slowly walked down the street people would give him dirty looks and run from him.

On man walked up to him, and looked at him.
'Um excuse me sir, but are you going to a party? you look almost real!'
'I am real! this is my fur'
'Come now sir, and stop carrying that sword you could poke someones eye out'
'This sword belonged to my father, and I have no idea where I am or how I got here... what are you creatures!?'
The man ran off in a huff, thinking what a strange person, he really has an identity crisis.

Martin looked at the signs above various stores.
One Store was Big Billy's Beef Bash, he didn't know what beef was and he didn't want to find out... he missed Gonff, and Bella, and Chugger, Trimp and all the others.

He took a turn and walked down a dark alley there were dumpsters there, and he opened one and looked in 'Peewww garbage'
He was about to turn back when 3 very big guys were blocking the exit.
'Hey you, isn't it a little late for halloween'
Martin had to think of what halloween was and it was blank.
'I am sorry sirs, I don't know of what you were talking about'

the guy in the middle eyed the sword he was carrying.
'Hey mousey, give me the sword and you won't get hurt'
'This was my fathers' martin yelled

'You just don't listen freak, I'm gonna squeak the life out of you'
A fist came flying towards martins head, he ducked and kicked the big guy in the stomach knocking the wind out of him.
The two others that were beside their friend ran towards him but martin ducked and weaved between them and they were about to jump on top of him until he rose his sword.

'This sword was my fathers vermin, and you won't get it, and if you try you will feel the blade...in your shoulders'
Martin sheived his sword and walked out of the alley leaving the one guy lying on the ground and the other two watching him as he left.

He didn't like threatening creatures but those two deserved it, and as he walked down the street he noticed a woman holding a baby.

'Mousey heehee'
'What are you talking about junior?' the mother asked.
'Big mousey! heeheehee'
The woman looked around at martin and screamed and ran off.
Martin felt alienated he knew no-one was somewhere he didn't know, and was very hungry.
He saw a sign that said 'Dave's Diner'
Martin assumed that place had food, so he entered the building. and within minutes he was being stormed out.
'We don't serve circus creatures here so go somewhere else and take that stupid costume with you!'

Martin suddenly felt alone, but then something caught his attention.

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Subject: The Rhino


Author:
Soilflicker
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Date Posted: 01:13:20 03/29/03 Sat
The Rhino

The rhino is a mighty beast.
With gray and wrinkly skin.
On leaves and grass the rhinos feast,
Making them fat, not thin.

The rhino is a gentle beast,
Until it's hurt or scared,
When it charges as if to a feast.
Rumbling from it's lair.

And then you'd better run from the beast,
Lest you scare it more;
Even though leaves and grass are its feast,
It's a dangerous herbivore.

So do not scare the mighty beast,
A lion may be its friend.
And you could end up as a feast.
Oh, what a sticky end!

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Subject: Where as da messages gone?


Author:
Tangle
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Date Posted: 12:37:25 03/30/03 Sun

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Subject: Attack on Fort Tigard!!


Author:
Lagger
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Date Posted: 02:17:08 03/29/03 Sat
It's a true story that needs to be told.Tell me what you think!!!!

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