Prologe
Logalog Flegg of the Guosim brandished a basket hilt raipier with deadly ease.he circled facing a large mange-fured rat.The ugly,scared form of the rat hulked above his shrew opponent ,snarling and baring his jagged fangs.The shrew kept a level head as he pair slowly circiled waiting for a moment to strike,it came.Like a flash,Flegg lunged forwards with his slim blade,equel in speed the rat struck with his scimatir,sparks flew and bopth creatures were driven back.Darkfang and Flegg were staring into each others firce eyes.Clang! The Logalog leapt forwards and like an adder was upon his foe,Darkfang parried twice,driven back his bravery failed under the cold gaze of the shrew.Steel clashed as the rat made a final stand,the shrew was taken back,he had n't expected the the rats firce onslaught,but in a flash he recoverd fainting with his raipier. Darkfang dropped his scimatir.he shock with fear as the shrew advanced a look of grim triump on his enemey's face.Quivering the mangy rat fell to his knees,Darkfang for all his bloodthirsty reputatioin begged for his life "Please,please have mercy on a unarmed beast---aaahgggg"the rats feeble pleas were interupted by Flegg's violent kick.
"like you had mercy on that family of mice.Rat you are nothing but scum from the river bed!
With one final stare in to his enemeys eyes,Logalog drew his shrew weapon once again and thrust it into his enemey.Flegg turned away,his hardend features gloomy.Darkfang writhed in deaths grip,his face twisted in a final scream.Only when his foe fall limp did Logalog turn back to look at his opponents bent corpse,he han n't like'd doing that.
Scarbones peered threw the trees,he saw the whole thing.Darkfang the Wild dead,it could n't be true, it just could n't, he turned to see the faces of three score vermin facing him,he Scarbones was in carge now.Not knowing what to do,he let his ferret instincts take over.He turned to his vermin "ATTACK!"there was no turning back
The Skipper of Otters was never one to let himself grow plump around the middle, his morning exersizes included a jog threw the forest, and running four times round the great walls of the abbey.He passed into the corridor leading into kitchens, planning to sneak out of the back door, when a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder, spinning quickly he saw a mad cap figure looming infront of him.
Y'know if i were you Skip i would n't sneak of into the kitchens to sneak early breakkers,when the cooks are planin' a feast wot,wot! cried the figure making a heroic pose "And if i were you Clair i would n't sneak up to the kitchens for earky brekkers,i'd sneak of to the kitchens to use the back door to get some exersize. Skipper smiled eyeing thr hares rather round stomach. Flanclair Springglade Meadowelk Bramscut Granforrel was a mountain hare he was tall with grey ears and a patch work of dusty fur.
"how dare you accuse an innocent chap of such terrible crimes young sir, may i never hear such a fine young fellow speak such twoddle again,wot!
"Well if your whiskers are anything to go buy,it looks like Frier Hobby will have no meadow -cream left for redcurrent trifle young sir."Skipper laugthed and jogged passed into the kitchen leaving the hare to his huff.
"Hmp,no respect these days wot,wot" huffed the old grey hair moodily.
Skipper passed from the saftey of Redwall abbey through the great oak gates. He passed into the woods and towards Deathblade Redfur, warlord of the great norhtern mountains.
Logalog Flegg of the Guosim brandished a basket hilt raipier with deadly ease.he circled facing a large mange-fured rat.The ugly,scared form of the rat hulked above his shrew opponent ,snarling and baring his jagged fangs.The shrew kept a level head as he pair slowly circiled waiting for a moment to strike,it came.Like a flash,Flegg lunged forwards with his slim blade,equel in speed the rat struck with his scimatir,sparks flew and bopth creatures were driven back.Darkfang and Flegg were staring into each others firce eyes.Clang! The Logalog leapt forwards and like an adder was upon his foe,Darkfang parried twice,driven back his bravery failed under the cold gaze of the shrew.Steel clashed as the rat made a final stand,the shrew was taken back,he had n't expected the the rats firce onslaught,but in a flash he recoverd fainting with his raipier. Darkfang dropped his scimatir.he shock with fear as the shrew advanced a look of grim triump on his enemey's face.Quivering the mangy rat fell to his knees,Darkfang for all his bloodthirsty reputatioin begged for his life "Please,please have mercy on a unarmed beast---aaahgggg"the rats feeble pleas were interupted by Flegg's violent kick.
"like you had mercy on that family of mice.Rat you are nothing but scum from the river bed!
With one final stare in to his enemeys eyes,Logalog drew his shrew weapon once again and thrust it into his enemey.Flegg turned away,his hardend features gloomy.Darkfang writhed in deaths grip,his face twisted in a final scream.Only when his foe fall limp did Logalog turn back to look at his opponents bent corpse,he han n't like'd doing that.
Scarbones peered threw the trees,he saw the whole thing.Darkfang the Wild dead,it could n't be true, it just could n't, he turned to see the faces of three score vermin facing him,he Scarbones was in carge now.Not knowing what to do,he let his ferret instincts take over.He turned to his vermin "ATTACK!"there was no turning back
The Skipper of Otters was never one to let himself grow plump around the middle, his morning exersizes included a jog threw the forest, and running four times round the great walls of the abbey.He passed into the corridor leading into kitchens, planning to sneak out of the back door, when a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder, spinning quickly he saw a mad cap figure looming infront of him.
Y'know if i were you Skip i would n't sneak of into the kitchens to sneak early breakkers,when the cooks are planin' a feast wot,wot! cried the figure making a heroic pose "And if i were you Clair i would n't sneak up to the kitchens for earky brekkers,i'd sneak of to the kitchens to use the back door to get some exersize. Skipper smiled eyeing thr hares rather round stomach. Flanclair Springglade Meadowelk Bramscut Granforrel was a mountain hare he was tall with grey ears and a patch work of dusty fur.
"how dare you accuse an innocent chap of such terrible crimes young sir, may i never hear such a fine young fellow speak such twoddle again,wot!
"Well if your whiskers are anything to go buy,it looks like Frier Hobby will have no meadow -cream left for redcurrent trifle young sir."Skipper laugthed and jogged passed into the kitchen leaving the hare to his huff.
"Hmp,no respect these days wot,wot" huffed the old grey hair moodily.
Skipper passed from the saftey of Redwall abbey through the great oak gates. He passed into the woods and towards Deathblade Redfur, warlord of the great norhtern mountains.