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Date Posted: 16:58:20 10/01/07 Mon
Redwall No More?
Prolouge
Ah, you're here. Close the door and warm yourself by the fire. Listen to the tale of a horde of blood-thirsty vermin, bent on taking over the Abbey of Redwall. A tale of Dibbuns, trying to prove to the Elders that they are old enough to go into Mossflower Woods alone. A tale of misery and woe, kindness and caring, death and life. Listen my child, to a tale of Redwall.
Chapter One
A group of rag-tag vermin huddled around the fire. Trying to shield themselves against the harsh, biting winter gusts.
There were many fires in that camp that night, but this one was the most important. A short, gray water rat stood, and spoke:
"Ah'm tired orf o' dis nonsense. We'll neva make it ta dis Re' wall place! Wha does Flameclaw 'ave ta go thar? I's crazy! E'ry beas' dat gose thar doi's. 'Asn't she 'eard o' Cluny da Scourge? Skished boi a bell so 'e was. An' doze Marlfoskers, kill'd orf alla 'em! Dis is crazy, I tell's ya! Crazy! We're all gonna..." He trailed off, for right beside him, was Onyx Flameclaw herself. Her axe struck flesh. Blood spurted everywhere. She side-stepped neatly out of it. "This 'un was lucky," she growled, "The next who I hear cumplainin' I gonna make it a lot slowah! Do annah of ya bumblin' block'eads wanna join this lifeless lump, eh?!" She paused dramatically, her eyes scowling. She looked around as is searching for something. Her eyes settled on a large ferret. She motioned for him to come up, "All beasts gather 'round!" she roared, catching the vermin off guard.Scores of hordebeasts came closer to the fire. "Slan," she commanded," Recite that Rhyme of Redwall you told me not three days past." Slan looked nervous, but recited the Rhyme in a sing-song voice:
"Riches, silver an' gold,
mountains of treasure untold.
All sorts o' things ta behold,
at the H'abbey o' Redwall!
There be nice food,
an' diamonds many hued.
Lotsa pretty pearls ta be viewed.
At the h'Abbey of Redwall!
There be a sword o' magic,
hid 'hind then walls of brick!
but beware! The inhab'tants are full o' dirty tricks,
That's the H'abbey o' Redwall!"
The vixen smiled slyly and voiced her thanks: "You have a nice voice, Slan. Don't you see, friends? The Abbey has wondrous riches of all kinds! You lot can have it all, providin' you all still wanna come. Get a good night's rest, we march at dawn." She marched off, followed by her two captains, a stoat, Oakrose, a red badger, Bull, and her advisor, Dharku. She paused and looked over her shoulder, "Dharku! Send me two good scouts, on the triple!" She retreated to her tent.
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