Martin's Legacy
Sorry I took so long!
The Painted Ones were odd, fierce creatures and masters of disguises. They were savage fighters, fearing nothing but fire. They had the three hares bound and gagged. It went on for a few hours in the lonely pine forest, trees covered in the morning dew, wasted upon the Painted Ones. After that long, long period of time, an ear-splitting cry was heard.
"Kaarrahaarrrakaaaaaaarrrr!"
Krar Woodwatcher, a gigantic goshawk, came right into the Painted Ones sending them flying everywhere and forced them into retreat.
"Art thou hurt?" said Krar." I am Krar the Woodwatcher. What art thy names?"
"Of course we're hurt! And we are three bally travelin' hares from Salamawotjimacallit, that bloomin' mountain about three days marchin' from here, named Trubbs, Wother, and Ffring, searchin' for some good fightin' beasts to wage a flippin' war upon a wildcat named Charmana!"
"The stripecat's numbers are far too many for yon hares on the mountain stronghold of Salamandastron. May thy search for beasts too win yon war end in success. Kaarraharrakaaaaaaaaaarrr!"
Krar left to the skies once again.
"Now how do we get out of here?!"
At Salamandastron, the war started on that same summer morning. An immense fog hung heavily over the huge mountain, a long extinct volcano. The hares thought it a pity to be in war on such a morning, but the vermin didn't care for it at all.The hares were doing quite well, shooting arrows out of window slits, protected by the mountain, slaying slowly but surely. The sniping went on without any real surprises. Boar came up with an idea.
"I have an idea to get rid of them, at least for the time being. We can roll some boulders down the mountain, which would virtually force them to retreat. What do you think, Lupin?"
"That's a flippin' great idea, sah!" It took the force of Boar and the hares put together to move the pile, but the hard work paid off. Vermin sreamed in terror as they were flattened by scores of boulders rolling along. In the mountain Starbuck and Breeze quietly conversed.
"D'you think the vermin are going to send a poisoner or assasin, as usually happens at times like this?"
"Who can say, old chap? They would probably put us under siege, if you ask me. Ah well, what use is it guessin' the bally future?"
At Charmana's camp, after the horde retreated, the Seer, Yorolemny, was telling Charmana about her visions.
"Ahh, I see a future of great splendor for you, my lord. I see the stripedog slain and you ruling the mountain... Everything is fogged after that..."
"Your visions are good, I see. You have served me well. Now get Feragan the Assassin!"
That night at Redwall, a Council of War was held. Everyone who was fit to fight came. Skipper and his otters, Lady Amber and her squirrels Gonff, Dinny and his moles, and Martin with his mice.Many absurd suggestions were made, from "Let's just give them Redwall!" to "We'll make a head on charge and kill them all!" when Martin came up with a grand scheme.
"Let's just do the sniping that we were doing and... Dinny, could you come up with ...maybe a pile of rubble to throw down on them?"
"Hurr, Oi surrpintly can!"
"Good. When they start to overcome us, we'll shower them with rubble!"
"Hurr, that be's a gudd oidea, Marthen!"
"But also, I have a feeling that this war is going to be much more than we ever imagined it to be...
I really like cliffhangers (Only if I'm writing them.), and there are three in this! Chapter 6(might) be coming soon! Please read and review! No flames please! Bye!
Sorry I took so long!
The Painted Ones were odd, fierce creatures and masters of disguises. They were savage fighters, fearing nothing but fire. They had the three hares bound and gagged. It went on for a few hours in the lonely pine forest, trees covered in the morning dew, wasted upon the Painted Ones. After that long, long period of time, an ear-splitting cry was heard.
"Kaarrahaarrrakaaaaaaarrrr!"
Krar Woodwatcher, a gigantic goshawk, came right into the Painted Ones sending them flying everywhere and forced them into retreat.
"Art thou hurt?" said Krar." I am Krar the Woodwatcher. What art thy names?"
"Of course we're hurt! And we are three bally travelin' hares from Salamawotjimacallit, that bloomin' mountain about three days marchin' from here, named Trubbs, Wother, and Ffring, searchin' for some good fightin' beasts to wage a flippin' war upon a wildcat named Charmana!"
"The stripecat's numbers are far too many for yon hares on the mountain stronghold of Salamandastron. May thy search for beasts too win yon war end in success. Kaarraharrakaaaaaaaaaarrr!"
Krar left to the skies once again.
"Now how do we get out of here?!"
At Salamandastron, the war started on that same summer morning. An immense fog hung heavily over the huge mountain, a long extinct volcano. The hares thought it a pity to be in war on such a morning, but the vermin didn't care for it at all.The hares were doing quite well, shooting arrows out of window slits, protected by the mountain, slaying slowly but surely. The sniping went on without any real surprises. Boar came up with an idea.
"I have an idea to get rid of them, at least for the time being. We can roll some boulders down the mountain, which would virtually force them to retreat. What do you think, Lupin?"
"That's a flippin' great idea, sah!" It took the force of Boar and the hares put together to move the pile, but the hard work paid off. Vermin sreamed in terror as they were flattened by scores of boulders rolling along. In the mountain Starbuck and Breeze quietly conversed.
"D'you think the vermin are going to send a poisoner or assasin, as usually happens at times like this?"
"Who can say, old chap? They would probably put us under siege, if you ask me. Ah well, what use is it guessin' the bally future?"
At Charmana's camp, after the horde retreated, the Seer, Yorolemny, was telling Charmana about her visions.
"Ahh, I see a future of great splendor for you, my lord. I see the stripedog slain and you ruling the mountain... Everything is fogged after that..."
"Your visions are good, I see. You have served me well. Now get Feragan the Assassin!"
That night at Redwall, a Council of War was held. Everyone who was fit to fight came. Skipper and his otters, Lady Amber and her squirrels Gonff, Dinny and his moles, and Martin with his mice.Many absurd suggestions were made, from "Let's just give them Redwall!" to "We'll make a head on charge and kill them all!" when Martin came up with a grand scheme.
"Let's just do the sniping that we were doing and... Dinny, could you come up with ...maybe a pile of rubble to throw down on them?"
"Hurr, Oi surrpintly can!"
"Good. When they start to overcome us, we'll shower them with rubble!"
"Hurr, that be's a gudd oidea, Marthen!"
"But also, I have a feeling that this war is going to be much more than we ever imagined it to be...
I really like cliffhangers (Only if I'm writing them.), and there are three in this! Chapter 6(might) be coming soon! Please read and review! No flames please! Bye!
