The eastern shores of the Northlands were unforgiving to voyagers, especially during storms. The crew members of the longboat "Icebreaker" learned this lesson the hard way, low visibility and massive waves overturned the vessel and sent its crew into the murky depths of the sea.

As suddenly as it arrived the storm withdrew, leaving the survivors to the sea current, fate would have it that the survivors of this vessel would be the first of their kind to step foot on these shores.

"There would be loot she said, we will be famous she said." These were the loud thoughts of a young raider as he dragged himself onto the sandy beach, splinters and wooden planks that once belonged to a proud long ship were all around him. "I should have joined Ivar's crew." he finally said before turning around to face the sun. Asmund was exhausted, if he had not grabbed the large wooden crate the chainmail and leather armor he wore would have taken him under.

He laid there for what felt like hours, he was suddenly disturbed by a familiar voice "Here's another one chief.", Asmund stood up to face his crew members. There were five of them, he only recognized one his chief Nilfirda Titanborn, a monstrous and bloodthirsty woman. Like her name suggested she was significantly taller then the remnants of her once thirty man crew. "Not dead yet chief." Asmund said through a weak smile, the group didn't hear him or they decided to ignore him.

Nilfrida turned her gaze to a more elderly looking raider "Harald come with me." she commanded " The rest of you find anything useful from the remains and bring them here.". The small group started scavenging the beach that was by now covered with the longboats remains and an occasional motionless body, Asmund found mostly broken weapons and pieces of armor.

He hoped the others had better luck in finding food "Asmund!", the boy turned towards a raider that looked slightly older then him, "Come and help me with this.". Asmund found the raider attempting to open one of the washed up crates, the two men finally managed to open the crate only to find it filled with ruined food.

"Damn it." the raider kicked the lid angrily "Knew I should have joined Ivar.", he stormed off mumbling. After a short walk Asmund found only three usable objects a wooden buckler shield, a bearded ax and a barbute helmet with a visor, all three he took from a dead raider that washed up.

Soon the small group meet again at the designated spot, most of them came wearing more armor then when he first met them. The chief came back with Harald from their reconnaissance "Listen up!" her booming voice immediately silenced the whispers from the scavenging party "It would appear that the sage was correct after all. We have the honor of being the first of our kind to reach these shores and I plan to make the best of it. We are well ahead of the main fleet."

"But, chief there is only six of us." a voice came from the group, "Are you a bunch of spineless children or raiders!" she roared "We came here with one intention and I will be damned if I let that child get all the glory. Me and Harald found a river going further in and where there is a river there is a settlement, we are going to follow that river...".

"C..." Before the raider could complain again he was interrupted by her mailed fist sending him to the ground "My nose..." he yelped out covering his bloodied face, "The next person that interrupts me or disobeys me, will get my greataxe embedded into his skull!" she roared making her a fearsome sight "Now what are we gonna do!"

"Follow the river." the group said in an almost perfect unison.

"What will we do if we find any settlements." she grinned.

"Burn them!" the raiders answered this with a bit more enthusiasm.

"Good lads, now follow me." with that the small group went forth following their chief.

The small peaceful community of mice were still cleaning up after the storm, when one of their fellow mice came rushing into the small village.

"Malcolm!" he wheezed before collapsing from exhaustion, the mice quickly came around him with worried faces "Theodore, calm yourself." an older mouse said helping him stand "What has happened?". "A ship wreck Malcolm." Theodore said after taking a sip of water "At the beach, they might be vermin.", there were loud gasps and mumbles coming from the gathered crowd "Vermin?" Malcolm looked at the young mouse in disbelief "Are you sure child?". There hasn't been a vermin spotted near the hidden community for years.

Theodore took another sip from the cup given to him "Too many weapons to be traders and the survivors are unfriendly looking creatures.", "What do you mean creatures? Weasels? Rats?" a voice came from the back of the crowd "Speak boy!". "That's just it." Theodore said "They don't look like any beast I ever saw, they don't have any fur or even a tail." he continued "Now that I think about it I didn't even see their ears.".

"I knew it he's drunk!" a large mouse said though a laugh, this caused giggles and laughs from the crowd "Am not, I'm telling the truth!" Theodore exclaimed angrly. "Theodore what else can you tell us about these strange beasts." Malcolm said still keeping a serious tone, as a village chief he saw his fair share of drunkards, but he could see that Theodore was anything but drunk and was scared senseless.

Theodore turned to him, he was glad that someone believed him "They are as big as hares, but bulkier. The one leading them is bigger then a badger and..." he was interrupted by Malcolm before he could continue. Malcolm saw that if Theodore continued his rant there would be panic.

"Theodore we will continue this in private." Malcolm said before turning his gaze at the others "In the mean time I want two volunteers to keep watch in the old guard tower, while the rest repair the damage caused by the storm.". The crowd dispersed some with smiling faces confident that Theodore was lying to evade working, while others had very concerned expressions.

The two mice volunteers were a brother and sister, Swiftbelle and her brother Tristan. "Don't you fret Malcolm me and sis won't let anyone get past us." Tristan said enthusiastically before heading to the old watch tower at the outskirts of the village, "Swiftbelle," Malcolm called the young mouse maid "I don't want any heroics, if you see anything coming our way tell me immediately.". Swiftbelle nodded before running after her brother "Tristan, wait up.", she climbed after him.

"Malcolm said to warn him at the first sign of trouble." she said, this earned her a loud groan from her brother "Relax Swift, I know what to do. Besides we are not that lucky.". Swiftbelle was shocked to hear this "Lucky? Tristan if the vermin find us they will attack the village for sure.", "Come on, we can easily fend them off, they just been through a shipwreck. You get your excitement from reading books, but I refuse to spend the rest of my life in this secluded boring village.".

Swift knew this rant well, he was going to start talking about how he will run away and become a great warrior. She had no intention to spend her time listening to him talk about his fantasies "Wait here, I'm going to go get my books and a lantern." she climbed out of the tower and rushed towards their home, they were both unaware that they were being watched by hidden raiders with twisted smiles on their faces.

"This is gonna be fun."

AN:

Hello, I hope you enjoyed my first Redwall fanfic.

As most of you figured out, the raiders are humans that never even saw an animal like a mouse or badger, the world of Redwall is completely alien to them. These humans are also not us in terms of advancements (they still use early medieval weapons and are very superstitious when it comes to their gods), they will also be a mix of different human cultures (Vikings, Celtic, Saxons, Franks...).

Worry not I have zero intentions to make this a story about how humans are OP.

Now that the humans are out of the way I intend to make a lot of grey characters or vermin/baddies turned good. So you might see rats heroically saving mouse maids from berserk raiders.

So some brief character notes in order of apperance:

Asmund- 18 years old

Nilfrida- early 30s

Harald- late 40s

Malcolm- late 40s

Theodore- 20

Swiftbelle&Tristan- 17 and 18

See you soon.

I own nothing but this story and it's OC's, late Brian Jacques owns the Redwall series and all of their characters.