This content of Redwall and any names Brian Jacques has created in Redwall
are strictly his. Only a few characters are mine. No flames because of
spoilers. Just read Taggerung first.!
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ShadowSong the wolf raced under the pouring rain and thick undergrowth. Her jet-black fur was wet and plastered to her cut and aching face. A glaive, a staff capped with two feet of steel on the edge, was gripped close to her side. She hurled herself into a deep patch of bush, waiting for the rain to cease. Pulling a black stone out of her sling pouch, she rubbed it with her sling. It shone wet and glistening with rain. A flash of lightning lit up its smooth features. Two sapphires were embedded deep in the piece of obsidian, making it look like some ghastly countenance. Gently rubbing it, she waited for the rain to halt. The night plunged on, unaware of a tired traveler.
*** At Redwall Abbey, it was pure chaos. The Abbeybabes, or Dibbuns, had stolen their way out of the dormitories, and had attempted to raid the kitchens. The raid was unsuccessful, for Abbess Mhera had caught the Dibbuns and sent them up to bed, with no supper. The babes sent up a wailing din.
"Nowannagobed!"
Deyna, the Abbess's brother, picked up a sword above a magnificent tapestry. "Go, or I will chop off your tails and pickle them in vinegar!"
Oplleas Spearback, the cellar keeper, shook his spiky head. "Don't expect me to give you it, I'm not wasting good vinegar on those rascals, ho no sir!"
However, the Dibbuns ran off squeaking, wanting to keep their tails after all.
Mhera breathed a sigh of relief. "Those Dibbuns are getting restless because of the rain. I think breakfast could be held in the dormitories to save beasts ear from getting chatted off, Deyna?"
The otter rubbed the pommel stone on the sword. "Right, Abbess. I'll go tell the elders now."
Abbess Mhera shook her head. "No, Oplleas and I will." She flicked her rudder in a sign of action. "Let's go, Oplleas."
The fat hedgehog scuttled off after her. "And I was comfortable too!"
Deyna stared at the blade of Martin the warrior. The three-quarter inch blood channel ran between the keen edges. The tip was like an icicle tip, sharp and deadly. It was legend that a Badger Lord had made it out of a star chunk falling from the sky. It was named RatDeath by Abbot Mortimer, seasons beyond seasons ago when Cluny the Scourge had attacked Redwall. Not a blade was like it. Not a warrior like Martin the warrior was like any other!
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ShadowSong the wolf raced under the pouring rain and thick undergrowth. Her jet-black fur was wet and plastered to her cut and aching face. A glaive, a staff capped with two feet of steel on the edge, was gripped close to her side. She hurled herself into a deep patch of bush, waiting for the rain to cease. Pulling a black stone out of her sling pouch, she rubbed it with her sling. It shone wet and glistening with rain. A flash of lightning lit up its smooth features. Two sapphires were embedded deep in the piece of obsidian, making it look like some ghastly countenance. Gently rubbing it, she waited for the rain to halt. The night plunged on, unaware of a tired traveler.
*** At Redwall Abbey, it was pure chaos. The Abbeybabes, or Dibbuns, had stolen their way out of the dormitories, and had attempted to raid the kitchens. The raid was unsuccessful, for Abbess Mhera had caught the Dibbuns and sent them up to bed, with no supper. The babes sent up a wailing din.
"Nowannagobed!"
Deyna, the Abbess's brother, picked up a sword above a magnificent tapestry. "Go, or I will chop off your tails and pickle them in vinegar!"
Oplleas Spearback, the cellar keeper, shook his spiky head. "Don't expect me to give you it, I'm not wasting good vinegar on those rascals, ho no sir!"
However, the Dibbuns ran off squeaking, wanting to keep their tails after all.
Mhera breathed a sigh of relief. "Those Dibbuns are getting restless because of the rain. I think breakfast could be held in the dormitories to save beasts ear from getting chatted off, Deyna?"
The otter rubbed the pommel stone on the sword. "Right, Abbess. I'll go tell the elders now."
Abbess Mhera shook her head. "No, Oplleas and I will." She flicked her rudder in a sign of action. "Let's go, Oplleas."
The fat hedgehog scuttled off after her. "And I was comfortable too!"
Deyna stared at the blade of Martin the warrior. The three-quarter inch blood channel ran between the keen edges. The tip was like an icicle tip, sharp and deadly. It was legend that a Badger Lord had made it out of a star chunk falling from the sky. It was named RatDeath by Abbot Mortimer, seasons beyond seasons ago when Cluny the Scourge had attacked Redwall. Not a blade was like it. Not a warrior like Martin the warrior was like any other!
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