1 Dial Seven Constellations for Redwall
Chapter 5
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Woods East of Salamandastron
Slightly noonish, wot wot.
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"Would ye look at that? Oh Whatsisclaw is back for another beating."
"Shut up, we're Long Patrol Spies remember. I thought you were a stealth expert."
"I jolly well am. I was merely stating that the blinkin' blackguard is headin' toward Salamandastron. Humph, imagine me blowin' our bally cover."
"You're gonna if ye keep that up, Woodsorrel." A female hare said, shifting her longbow to the other shoulder. Her companion seemed to talk more when he was told not to, which was frequently. "We should report back to Salamandastron an' tell Lord Broadflash."
"Alright, Sandy." Private Woodsorrel said, knowing his superior officer hated her shortened name.
"How many times have I told you to call me by my rank: Captain Sandscut Fleetpaw!" She yelled and realized her mistake before the vermin surrounded them. "This is why you don't call your superior officer what she hates!" She hissed through clenched teeth.
Warfang Jadeclaw was a creature that struck fear in the hearts of even the great Badger Lords of Salamandastron, and he had outlived four. His hoard feared him more than any other thing, including death. He smiled a fiendish smile that would have made the trees of Mossflower shrivel, as two Long Patrol hares were brought before him. He wore no jewelry, aside from a small gold glove that only covered the pad of his paw.
"Ah, I see we have some visitors from the Fire Mountain. What will you tell us about this?" His voice was loud but hollow and deep, much like a growl. One of the hares seemed to be frightened, but the other spat in Warfang's face.
"I will never tell anybeast as vile as you anything! Free my paws and I could beat you single pawed!" She yelled.
This seemed to be humorous so Warfang.
"Fool, I have outlived four of your mighty Badger Lords. You could not beat me with the whole of Salamandastron!" He raised the paw with the strange glove towards Woodsorrel, who was cowering to the side. At the same time he was lifted off the ground and started screaming in pain. "I see that this bothers you, I will stop if you tell me what I want to know. If not, I will continue until he dies in agony. Either way, I will be happy." Warfang said, a smirk forming on his features.
Captain Sandscut Fleetpaw looked at the hare that just an hour ago had been annoying her, and know his life was in her paws. Her ears drooped, a sign of defeat. "Stop! I'll tell you what you want to know, just let him go."
Ooh, what a cliffhanger. Review and I'll write more.
Chapter 5
(Imagine this text as scrolling green text at the bottom of the scene)
Woods East of Salamandastron
Slightly noonish, wot wot.
(End scrolling text)
"Would ye look at that? Oh Whatsisclaw is back for another beating."
"Shut up, we're Long Patrol Spies remember. I thought you were a stealth expert."
"I jolly well am. I was merely stating that the blinkin' blackguard is headin' toward Salamandastron. Humph, imagine me blowin' our bally cover."
"You're gonna if ye keep that up, Woodsorrel." A female hare said, shifting her longbow to the other shoulder. Her companion seemed to talk more when he was told not to, which was frequently. "We should report back to Salamandastron an' tell Lord Broadflash."
"Alright, Sandy." Private Woodsorrel said, knowing his superior officer hated her shortened name.
"How many times have I told you to call me by my rank: Captain Sandscut Fleetpaw!" She yelled and realized her mistake before the vermin surrounded them. "This is why you don't call your superior officer what she hates!" She hissed through clenched teeth.
Warfang Jadeclaw was a creature that struck fear in the hearts of even the great Badger Lords of Salamandastron, and he had outlived four. His hoard feared him more than any other thing, including death. He smiled a fiendish smile that would have made the trees of Mossflower shrivel, as two Long Patrol hares were brought before him. He wore no jewelry, aside from a small gold glove that only covered the pad of his paw.
"Ah, I see we have some visitors from the Fire Mountain. What will you tell us about this?" His voice was loud but hollow and deep, much like a growl. One of the hares seemed to be frightened, but the other spat in Warfang's face.
"I will never tell anybeast as vile as you anything! Free my paws and I could beat you single pawed!" She yelled.
This seemed to be humorous so Warfang.
"Fool, I have outlived four of your mighty Badger Lords. You could not beat me with the whole of Salamandastron!" He raised the paw with the strange glove towards Woodsorrel, who was cowering to the side. At the same time he was lifted off the ground and started screaming in pain. "I see that this bothers you, I will stop if you tell me what I want to know. If not, I will continue until he dies in agony. Either way, I will be happy." Warfang said, a smirk forming on his features.
Captain Sandscut Fleetpaw looked at the hare that just an hour ago had been annoying her, and know his life was in her paws. Her ears drooped, a sign of defeat. "Stop! I'll tell you what you want to know, just let him go."
Ooh, what a cliffhanger. Review and I'll write more.