Welcome back to Ironhope, the first book in the Ironclad series. Based off of the series of bestselling books by Brian Jacques.
Disclaimer: I don't own the series Redwall, one day though... -.-
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Chapter – 1
Book – 1
"TODAY WE SHALL MARCH,"
In the ghastly, pale moonlight an armada of wooden ships laid beached a coastline. The once mighty fleet was rotting and obliterated. The crew of the boats made bonfires on the beach, pillaging and plundering the ships were the main activity going on, and many vermin could be seen carrying the last bit of valuable objects from crafts. On the cliff-face a hedgehog gripped his young one and fled inside into a network of caves, but that was no matter to the privateers. They choose to drink, eat, and sleep for the night. They had survived a typhoon and it was a time of celebration. Only one wasn't celebrating on the beach. He was dressed in a striking garb. His shirt was a bright yellow and over that was a Scarlett overcoat that reached down to his calf. His pants where a crimson color like the color of a rosy apple. Atop his cranium was a tricorn hat which was a peat-colored brown. Around his glittering silver eyes was kohl, a soot and ash material. The ferret was captain of the wild corsairs, he was called by many as Veyak Triago the Gentlebeast.
Veyak looked upon his crew with a sneer as he stood on the deck of an annihilated boat. In his hand he clutched a silver scimitar with vivid gold lining. He watched as a stoat as pompously dressed as him walked through the scene of mayhem over to him. In his hand he held a piece of parchment with a crude map hurriedly scratched upon it. The lone vermin made his way up to his captain and held out the paper. With a small growl Veyak grabbed the map and scanned his eyes over it. The map showed Mossflower Woods, a big volcano labeled Salamandastron, and the thing that caught the eye of the ferret was an Abbey, named Redwall.
"Is this all you got Gritpaw?" He scorned, "A chart drawn by a young one?"
The suave stoat retorted with, "It would be enough to get us to Redwall without trouble milord,"
"I made that mistake before and now look at us!" Veyak shouted and pointed a paw at the devastated armada.
"Yes, but-"
"Gritpaw, you have always been a good assistant. Don't make me kill you, cause I can." Butted in Veyak in a calmer tone. "I want the horde armed and ready for a long trek in the morning,"
Gritpaw could only gulp and hobble off to get the deed done. Veyak watched with a keen eye on his second-in-command as he shuffled from one fire to another telling the vermin his wishes. The ferret sighed and looked up at the cliff-tops, tomorrow he will march forward and begin the slaughter. His sharp silver eyes gleamed like glossy stars in the lights on the bonfire.
In the lands of the Cat Tribes
In the misty night, the silhouettes of trees stirred slightly in the breeze, across the ebony forest shot a creature. His tabby fur was turned black in the inky darkness as the feline shot forward on all four paws. His breathing was hard as he charged through the gorse and bracken. His body was covered in tattoos, circles and squiggles designed to show what tribe you where from. The finally stopped when he reached a small meadow where cats of all felines had built makeshift homes out of cloth and wood. Cats stepped out of there shelters to see the young cat approach. Out of the mob stepped an old, wise feline, he had an amulet over his neck to show that he was the leader of that tribe. Out of his mouth came a baritone voice, laden with age.
"Icrus, what news from the lands of the Windplain Tribe?"
"Bylus, the Windplain tribe, Yuyego has destroyed them!"
Gasps of many cats filled the air and was only stopped when Bylus lifted his paw to silence them.
"Icrus, can we help them?"
"No, the entire village is ash, littered with corpses, many have fled."
More gasps and a few began to cry, others slinked back to there houses not wanting to hear more.
"Go inside everyone, this is grave news but we are all safe," Bylus added under his breath, "For the moment,"
On the Coastline
Vermin flocked and surrounded there leader. All of them were armed to the bone with assortments of spears, knifes, swords, bows, arrows, and javelins. There fur was matted and on there faces was war paint. Crudely added red mush that stuck to the fur until it washed off so that they wouldn't kill each other in the heat of battle. Out of there mouths came a resounding crash of noise as they called for war and battle. There was a creak and the crowd became silent, the door to the ships galley opened up and out stepped Veyak Triago, conquerer of the seas. All around him vermin cried out in honor of him. His paw flew up to silence them, and one thing came out of his mouth, but it was enough.
"Today we shall march!"
Thank you for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter.
