HI OH!! This is the second installment in The Standard of Death. Most of the characters are
not mine. The plot however is mine. ummmm... plz r&r.
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"What's with that bally drummin? With this honorable war wound I need rest, wot wot!"
"Oh sister I've got this here honorable pounding in this head of mine."
"Now that's not in your head, I hear it to."
Somewhat muffled by the endless snow, Whitekill's war drums were pounding endlessly.
Matthias sighed. "Defenders up!" Instantly the wall defendors jumped on to the wall to be
ready to fight...and met a hail of poisoned shafts.
Matthias new he was fighting an experienced warlord.
Shouting over the wall he yelled "State your name and bisness but be warned you will pay for that."
"you have no need to fear that was a warning. those who were hit will not survive
though, so don't bother trying to save them. I am Captain Frowe, and I represent the horde
of the Standard of Death. Lord Whitekill the Fierce demands your complete and unchallenged
surrender. If you do not...none shall survive.
Matthias stood up along with Constance, Basil and Winifred. He could not help shaking when seeing a white ferret riding a silver wolf. "We are the Warriors of Redwall. I am Matthias. Under normal conditions you would be allowed to reconsider. but that attack has sealed your fate.
Whitekill smiled. "Read them the prophecy."
Orca the stoat was a fearsome figure. with a clock of a badger and a staff with a adder
skull, she was as shocking as Whitekill.
When the Scourge fails,
The Fierce shall triumph,
The white shall destroy the red,
When winter refuses to die.
"I am Whitekill the Fierce, Trainer of Cluny the Scourge. I am an assassin, and I
intend to kill you all in the worst way possible!"
The horde shuddered visibly.
"May the Devil show mercy to them."
"Glad I'm in this side."
"This is going to get ugly."
"You, Badger, I challenge you," shouted Whitekill drawing two Katars*.
"There is no reason. I would kill you faster than a brick falling out of a tree."
there was much snickering in the horde. Whitekill smiled. With lightning fast speed
Whitekill threw two knives, impaling Constance in both arms.
"Try fighting now. I'll be back in three days."
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Three otters, four mice, two moles, three squirrels were hit with the deadly volley. Jess was scraped with one of the arrows, but it did not kill her. It gave her a fever though. It was hectic. With so many grieving families Sister Mallory (the infirmary sister) asked to move the family's to the great hall. No-longer silent Sam was shaking with rage as he dampened his mother's brow.
Father Alf shook his head. "How could any creature do such a thing? It seems just to
violent to be real."
"They will pay...on my sword ratdeath..they will pay."
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Is that good? bad? tell me!!!! i'll try to do a new chapter a day.
not mine. The plot however is mine. ummmm... plz r&r.
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"What's with that bally drummin? With this honorable war wound I need rest, wot wot!"
"Oh sister I've got this here honorable pounding in this head of mine."
"Now that's not in your head, I hear it to."
Somewhat muffled by the endless snow, Whitekill's war drums were pounding endlessly.
Matthias sighed. "Defenders up!" Instantly the wall defendors jumped on to the wall to be
ready to fight...and met a hail of poisoned shafts.
Matthias new he was fighting an experienced warlord.
Shouting over the wall he yelled "State your name and bisness but be warned you will pay for that."
"you have no need to fear that was a warning. those who were hit will not survive
though, so don't bother trying to save them. I am Captain Frowe, and I represent the horde
of the Standard of Death. Lord Whitekill the Fierce demands your complete and unchallenged
surrender. If you do not...none shall survive.
Matthias stood up along with Constance, Basil and Winifred. He could not help shaking when seeing a white ferret riding a silver wolf. "We are the Warriors of Redwall. I am Matthias. Under normal conditions you would be allowed to reconsider. but that attack has sealed your fate.
Whitekill smiled. "Read them the prophecy."
Orca the stoat was a fearsome figure. with a clock of a badger and a staff with a adder
skull, she was as shocking as Whitekill.
When the Scourge fails,
The Fierce shall triumph,
The white shall destroy the red,
When winter refuses to die.
"I am Whitekill the Fierce, Trainer of Cluny the Scourge. I am an assassin, and I
intend to kill you all in the worst way possible!"
The horde shuddered visibly.
"May the Devil show mercy to them."
"Glad I'm in this side."
"This is going to get ugly."
"You, Badger, I challenge you," shouted Whitekill drawing two Katars*.
"There is no reason. I would kill you faster than a brick falling out of a tree."
there was much snickering in the horde. Whitekill smiled. With lightning fast speed
Whitekill threw two knives, impaling Constance in both arms.
"Try fighting now. I'll be back in three days."
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Three otters, four mice, two moles, three squirrels were hit with the deadly volley. Jess was scraped with one of the arrows, but it did not kill her. It gave her a fever though. It was hectic. With so many grieving families Sister Mallory (the infirmary sister) asked to move the family's to the great hall. No-longer silent Sam was shaking with rage as he dampened his mother's brow.
Father Alf shook his head. "How could any creature do such a thing? It seems just to
violent to be real."
"They will pay...on my sword ratdeath..they will pay."
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Is that good? bad? tell me!!!! i'll try to do a new chapter a day.