It was one of those lazy days, with the season of fall starting, and summer
almost gone. There was a sudden growth spurt in the number of joined
furres in The Misty Moor. Iggarsen was to hold a feast in these and all
beasts honor.
Most hearing my tale probably know me, I am Philomel, son of more valiant fighters and brave warriors then there is a food in the legendary Redwall Abbey. It had been nearly a full season since my last adventure where I avenged a dead bald eagle and saved countless more lives.
In the kitchens worked a new chef, most know him as Cunori. He was the one I thought and almost killed in the doomed town of Alcestis. His broken limbs had only minerely been fractured and healed faster then I expected. He ordered others, he tasted, he even cooked some of our best meals, like the upcoming one.
It was the night itself, and the prayer had been said. We were well into the feast when I went off to take up guard duty. I suddenly heard a choking noise. I turned to see a weasel fall to the ground. Iggar came over to see what the noise was.
He saw the weasel and a minor wound below the neck. "He's been poisoned!" Iggar said. No beast was told of this. The night came and went, and was given a private beryl.
I had to find who would and could do such a thing. I started out in the living quarters to find a hint to the beast death. There I say a better picture of this furre. The weasel was a thin creature and muscularly built. It had tan fur and looked very athletic. I also found on the back of the picture that his name was Howell. He was in his early adult years, though had no known family. Finding no clues there, I went out to search wherever I was led to.
I walked around The Moor, outside the Moor, to the grave, and to the brewery to try the new October Ale. Though off subject, it was well worth the frothy, cool cup of...err, I guess I should continue with the story. I suddenly remembered that the body came from near the east entrance to the kitchen. There I would check!
I found nothing strange, though the strawberries tasted a little funny until I found out they were from last season. I asked Cunori if he'd seen anyone, but he had gone along his daily life. I left, feeling down and discouraged.
I went home after a small dinner due to Congrat and most other hares eating all in sight. I swear, one day they all will choke on their portions. But until then I will suffer with small meals. I then turned in for the night.
I was having one of the strange dreams the heroes of Redwall have, with Martin the Warrior coming into plan view with his great sword, almost staring down at you. "Philomel," Martin said, "wake from this dream. If you do not, all may be lost." I wrenched myself from bed to see a strange sight. A stoat of unknown name was sneaking in. I pulled my mace of destruction and readied.
This stoat came in with a broad sword, but left without a head. I merely "tapped" him in the head with my mace and his head flew. Thankfully, I woke now one, so I cleaned this mess and in the morning showed Iggarsen. "He was surprised with both dream and stoat. "Strange your dream had Martin," he said, "when we have our own warrior." I asked, "Iggar, who is our warrior?"
He answered, as if to hide the answer, "In good time you will know Phil. Now go to breakfast."
I went there, but took a stop in the kitchen to get samples first. I found there was one animal there, I found it was a stoat who sliced up food with his broadsword. I refused for my mind to believe it so instead I asked, "Did you check this ones living quarters." "Aye sir," was the reply, "we searched, yet found nothing."
I went to breakfast with a fear, uncertain what would happen next. The hares still hogged the food, though I ate little. Then, one of the strangest thing ever happened. Everyone went quiet, and some fainted. Others went green in the face, and the hares had it worst of all, fainting with green expressions on their faces, almost puking. I acted along to see what would occur.
All of a sudden Cunori and the whole kitchen crew came out, cackling as evil as can be. They strode through, and when they were about to kill the fainted Iggar, I ran up, stole their weapons, and killed them for attempted murder. There were five staff and Cunori himself, now there were two staff Cunori. Cunori standing in the middle and the staff on either side, they charged toward me. I swung in front of myself to stop their charging. The staff continued, though Cunori jumped back in time for his head not to become disconnected.
All that was left was Cunori. Suddenly a glint caught my eye. In the corner of my vision I saw the Ambrus. "I hid the Ambrus," laughed Cunori, "from all view. Now, you shall die like you should of long ago!" He swung, I blocked wrapping my mace around the axe and pulled him back. An inner strength inside of me suddenly turned on and I sent him flying. He smashed into a wall, and was stunned for the few seconds I needed to defeat him. Suddenly, almost zoning out, I heard Martin and my father yell, spare him. I couldn't help it and let down my weapon. I was just then asked the hardest question I've ever been asked by Cunori. It was, "Why did you spare me?" I couldn't answer that question, but luckily that was when Iggar and most others besides hares came to. The burliest creatures there came up and seized Cunori, sending him to the prison, though first we got the antidote to this poison.
In later time, all was well, though those hares ate so much they were in bed for weeks in the infirmary, constantly complaining about the taste of the antidote, the poor living quarters, or even once that the sheets weren't the right color. Afterwards they were all assigned to help in the infirmary to learn their lesson. I was given much praise by all and Iggar promoted me to the Warlord rank (wishful thinking).
Cunori was doing well, learning from all that entered, though he might never be allowed to leave the prison, or even a confined area. I wish him the best of work, though I'm unsure if it matters. I end telling my tale mainly because it's lunch, and I'm famished. I've learned from hares, eat what's in range, though I do confine myself to eating only one stomachfuls amount.
Until another tale occurs, keep safe so I can get more recognition, err...so there are more to hear my tale. So until I save The moor, or another hare faints or chokes on their amount, keep safe!
Most hearing my tale probably know me, I am Philomel, son of more valiant fighters and brave warriors then there is a food in the legendary Redwall Abbey. It had been nearly a full season since my last adventure where I avenged a dead bald eagle and saved countless more lives.
In the kitchens worked a new chef, most know him as Cunori. He was the one I thought and almost killed in the doomed town of Alcestis. His broken limbs had only minerely been fractured and healed faster then I expected. He ordered others, he tasted, he even cooked some of our best meals, like the upcoming one.
It was the night itself, and the prayer had been said. We were well into the feast when I went off to take up guard duty. I suddenly heard a choking noise. I turned to see a weasel fall to the ground. Iggar came over to see what the noise was.
He saw the weasel and a minor wound below the neck. "He's been poisoned!" Iggar said. No beast was told of this. The night came and went, and was given a private beryl.
I had to find who would and could do such a thing. I started out in the living quarters to find a hint to the beast death. There I say a better picture of this furre. The weasel was a thin creature and muscularly built. It had tan fur and looked very athletic. I also found on the back of the picture that his name was Howell. He was in his early adult years, though had no known family. Finding no clues there, I went out to search wherever I was led to.
I walked around The Moor, outside the Moor, to the grave, and to the brewery to try the new October Ale. Though off subject, it was well worth the frothy, cool cup of...err, I guess I should continue with the story. I suddenly remembered that the body came from near the east entrance to the kitchen. There I would check!
I found nothing strange, though the strawberries tasted a little funny until I found out they were from last season. I asked Cunori if he'd seen anyone, but he had gone along his daily life. I left, feeling down and discouraged.
I went home after a small dinner due to Congrat and most other hares eating all in sight. I swear, one day they all will choke on their portions. But until then I will suffer with small meals. I then turned in for the night.
I was having one of the strange dreams the heroes of Redwall have, with Martin the Warrior coming into plan view with his great sword, almost staring down at you. "Philomel," Martin said, "wake from this dream. If you do not, all may be lost." I wrenched myself from bed to see a strange sight. A stoat of unknown name was sneaking in. I pulled my mace of destruction and readied.
This stoat came in with a broad sword, but left without a head. I merely "tapped" him in the head with my mace and his head flew. Thankfully, I woke now one, so I cleaned this mess and in the morning showed Iggarsen. "He was surprised with both dream and stoat. "Strange your dream had Martin," he said, "when we have our own warrior." I asked, "Iggar, who is our warrior?"
He answered, as if to hide the answer, "In good time you will know Phil. Now go to breakfast."
I went there, but took a stop in the kitchen to get samples first. I found there was one animal there, I found it was a stoat who sliced up food with his broadsword. I refused for my mind to believe it so instead I asked, "Did you check this ones living quarters." "Aye sir," was the reply, "we searched, yet found nothing."
I went to breakfast with a fear, uncertain what would happen next. The hares still hogged the food, though I ate little. Then, one of the strangest thing ever happened. Everyone went quiet, and some fainted. Others went green in the face, and the hares had it worst of all, fainting with green expressions on their faces, almost puking. I acted along to see what would occur.
All of a sudden Cunori and the whole kitchen crew came out, cackling as evil as can be. They strode through, and when they were about to kill the fainted Iggar, I ran up, stole their weapons, and killed them for attempted murder. There were five staff and Cunori himself, now there were two staff Cunori. Cunori standing in the middle and the staff on either side, they charged toward me. I swung in front of myself to stop their charging. The staff continued, though Cunori jumped back in time for his head not to become disconnected.
All that was left was Cunori. Suddenly a glint caught my eye. In the corner of my vision I saw the Ambrus. "I hid the Ambrus," laughed Cunori, "from all view. Now, you shall die like you should of long ago!" He swung, I blocked wrapping my mace around the axe and pulled him back. An inner strength inside of me suddenly turned on and I sent him flying. He smashed into a wall, and was stunned for the few seconds I needed to defeat him. Suddenly, almost zoning out, I heard Martin and my father yell, spare him. I couldn't help it and let down my weapon. I was just then asked the hardest question I've ever been asked by Cunori. It was, "Why did you spare me?" I couldn't answer that question, but luckily that was when Iggar and most others besides hares came to. The burliest creatures there came up and seized Cunori, sending him to the prison, though first we got the antidote to this poison.
In later time, all was well, though those hares ate so much they were in bed for weeks in the infirmary, constantly complaining about the taste of the antidote, the poor living quarters, or even once that the sheets weren't the right color. Afterwards they were all assigned to help in the infirmary to learn their lesson. I was given much praise by all and Iggar promoted me to the Warlord rank (wishful thinking).
Cunori was doing well, learning from all that entered, though he might never be allowed to leave the prison, or even a confined area. I wish him the best of work, though I'm unsure if it matters. I end telling my tale mainly because it's lunch, and I'm famished. I've learned from hares, eat what's in range, though I do confine myself to eating only one stomachfuls amount.
Until another tale occurs, keep safe so I can get more recognition, err...so there are more to hear my tale. So until I save The moor, or another hare faints or chokes on their amount, keep safe!