Two ravens soared over the great walls of Redwall one who went by
Razortail the other named Wing-Beak. On the battlement of the great abbey
stood a young dibbun armed with a sling. A moment later the raven Razortail
was fallen inside the abbey walls, where it was greeted by a storm of
arrows and javelins.
The raven's companion Wing-Beak to off in the oppisite direction. The mission was a failor. Wing-Beak was cut short in his fleet, however, by a well aimed arrow to the back of his neck. The bird fell a yard from the abbey's red walls.
The dibbun who had fell the first of the ravens tied his sling back to his belt. He was a young otter rightfully named Marksbeast. Everyone who knew who knew to call him Mark, for that was what he went by. He was clothed by a green habit over which sat a thick coat of mail and in some places sheet armor. If the armor was made of the normal iron than Mark would've been totally immobile. However after the fall of the great Abbess Songbreeze a very light but durable metal was found. That was what Mark wore.
A mouse who had made himself busy pulling out the arrows and sort from the raven called up to the otter babe. " Nice shot Mark."
"Me fa'er didn't name me Mawrk for nothn'," the otter yelled back.
"Abbot Bernard should be pleased. He might even recruit you to sentry duty."
"I personally want to keewp my poosition as wall gard. I get to use me sling 'ore that way."
The mouse turned and went back to his work as the dibbun continued his strenous duty to guard the walls.
Dalter and Geldat sat on a great hill resting; the morning sun piercing through the tree tops scattering light and warmth. A small breeze blew across the hill making the weather very comfortable.
Dalter picked a dandelion from the grass. " So Geldat. Were you in any way related to Silth's kid's?"
"No," his voice was strong and carried much distaste, " Whenever one thinks of a Marlfox, Silth's family comes to mind. It's that kind've stereotyping that makes me ashamed to be of the same species."
"Well me ole' marm said there is a little bit of good in all beasts. Including Silth's family."
Dalter bit the top of the dandelion and chewed.
"You that hungry that you got to eat dandelion's?"
"It's more of a habit then anything else. Me family wasn't the richest of the 'ares that lived outside of Salamandstron . So my dad told me that dandelion's were good luck. I ate them and what do you know I began to like 'em."
A large rumble went through Geldats gut bringing the fox to his next question, " Dalter, you didn't 'appen to check them dead vermin's bags did you?"
" Yeah I checked 'em. No vittles though. Only some rug. I wanted to check the look of it but of course the vermin had it tied on their pretty tight. I would've cut the blasted thing but I decided it would be safer for it if I left it alone."
" You sure it's a rug?"
"It's either a rug or some dirty old tapestry."
In a swamp off the edge of Mossflower sat the newt king Wargle. At his side stood twin toads stolen at birth by the king's men now only meant to serve him. Infront of him bowed the ruler of the Raven clan. " My, liege. I have brought before you a slave. The price being your army support in my clan's on going war with the Redwallers."
Wargle coughed and spit at the side of his throne. " Bring this slave forward."
Two ravens made their way forward each holding an arm of the captive. She was a hedgehog maid and went by Melody. She was weighed down by huge plates of armor. The birds had already stripped her of her of the light armor and now she could hardly move. That didn't stop her from being extremly rude to her captors.
The two ravens threw her forcefully infront of the newt king. "Here is your slave," the Ruler of the Ravens said.
The newt reared back saying, "This is a female. Females don't work. NO DEAL!"
"This is a Redwaller. Strong hard workers each one."
The newt left his throne and kicked the hedehog maid. The maid moved little and spit onto the newts foot-paw. The newt king snapped his fingers and the toads by his side grabbed the maid. "Take her away to the mines. As for you my friend Raven. Let us go into war discussions.
The raven's companion Wing-Beak to off in the oppisite direction. The mission was a failor. Wing-Beak was cut short in his fleet, however, by a well aimed arrow to the back of his neck. The bird fell a yard from the abbey's red walls.
The dibbun who had fell the first of the ravens tied his sling back to his belt. He was a young otter rightfully named Marksbeast. Everyone who knew who knew to call him Mark, for that was what he went by. He was clothed by a green habit over which sat a thick coat of mail and in some places sheet armor. If the armor was made of the normal iron than Mark would've been totally immobile. However after the fall of the great Abbess Songbreeze a very light but durable metal was found. That was what Mark wore.
A mouse who had made himself busy pulling out the arrows and sort from the raven called up to the otter babe. " Nice shot Mark."
"Me fa'er didn't name me Mawrk for nothn'," the otter yelled back.
"Abbot Bernard should be pleased. He might even recruit you to sentry duty."
"I personally want to keewp my poosition as wall gard. I get to use me sling 'ore that way."
The mouse turned and went back to his work as the dibbun continued his strenous duty to guard the walls.
Dalter and Geldat sat on a great hill resting; the morning sun piercing through the tree tops scattering light and warmth. A small breeze blew across the hill making the weather very comfortable.
Dalter picked a dandelion from the grass. " So Geldat. Were you in any way related to Silth's kid's?"
"No," his voice was strong and carried much distaste, " Whenever one thinks of a Marlfox, Silth's family comes to mind. It's that kind've stereotyping that makes me ashamed to be of the same species."
"Well me ole' marm said there is a little bit of good in all beasts. Including Silth's family."
Dalter bit the top of the dandelion and chewed.
"You that hungry that you got to eat dandelion's?"
"It's more of a habit then anything else. Me family wasn't the richest of the 'ares that lived outside of Salamandstron . So my dad told me that dandelion's were good luck. I ate them and what do you know I began to like 'em."
A large rumble went through Geldats gut bringing the fox to his next question, " Dalter, you didn't 'appen to check them dead vermin's bags did you?"
" Yeah I checked 'em. No vittles though. Only some rug. I wanted to check the look of it but of course the vermin had it tied on their pretty tight. I would've cut the blasted thing but I decided it would be safer for it if I left it alone."
" You sure it's a rug?"
"It's either a rug or some dirty old tapestry."
In a swamp off the edge of Mossflower sat the newt king Wargle. At his side stood twin toads stolen at birth by the king's men now only meant to serve him. Infront of him bowed the ruler of the Raven clan. " My, liege. I have brought before you a slave. The price being your army support in my clan's on going war with the Redwallers."
Wargle coughed and spit at the side of his throne. " Bring this slave forward."
Two ravens made their way forward each holding an arm of the captive. She was a hedgehog maid and went by Melody. She was weighed down by huge plates of armor. The birds had already stripped her of her of the light armor and now she could hardly move. That didn't stop her from being extremly rude to her captors.
The two ravens threw her forcefully infront of the newt king. "Here is your slave," the Ruler of the Ravens said.
The newt reared back saying, "This is a female. Females don't work. NO DEAL!"
"This is a Redwaller. Strong hard workers each one."
The newt left his throne and kicked the hedehog maid. The maid moved little and spit onto the newts foot-paw. The newt king snapped his fingers and the toads by his side grabbed the maid. "Take her away to the mines. As for you my friend Raven. Let us go into war discussions.
