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Hey, this grubswiper again. Coming to you from the computer in my house. This will another chapter for 'An ottermaid's tale'

I want start this chapter so this wont be long....

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The next day there was another council of all the creatures that had escaped from the foul cluches of Darkhide.

"I say we go to the north," voted one particular mouse. "I'm sure we can find some kind of group in the mountains."

"Nay, it is torn by battles," others said. "'Tis too harsh up there and to many vermin that would trouble us."

"Well than what about the south?" Halden piped up.

There was a silence; every beast had forgotten about the south. There had been no wars there for many a season.

"Well I guess so." said Quicktail, who had acted as leader of the twenty remaining creatures, since the dear old parchrich had been ruthlessly murdered in the massacre.

"But suppose if there are no fighting beast in the vast south. A warriors spirit is very restless, mind you."

"Better than trying the north." Ansered halden.

"Would you like to look there?" halden questioned.

"No thank you!"

"Well then I suggest some groups of creatures head south."

"Fine. Here is what I propose we do...."

Every creature present grouped together tightly around quiqly, as If a dibbon sharing secrets to his friends. As quicktail spoke he would grow steadily louder.

"I propose were send out a group of three to go out into the south, there they will recruit any fighter that is willing to fight and bring them back to help us take back our beloved village.

"the creatures that stay here will recruit in these mossflower woods. I remember seeing a couple otter crews a seasons back. Maby there wll be some squirrels too. What say you?"

The remaining beast roared so loud it could haved betrayed their position if they werent so far away. Soon the three creatures chosen for goin south was a mole named Earthpaw, a young shrew called Curry, and Halden who was most anxious to go. He packed with his companions, they were already close freinds.

"Might as well get going sooner before later." They had said together.

(Darkhide)

It had been cruel, that first day of slavory. Darkhide's taskmasters had driven the slaves hard.

"C'mon ye sloppy lot, or Ill have yer guts fer garters when Im done wid yous."

The various headgehos, otters, mice, and other creatures groaned in pain as a fat weasle whiped them relentlessly.

That day the prisoners had been toiling all day on Darkhides chambers. The warlord wAs sitting on the partriches wooden chair, eating a roasted woodpigion. He was listening intently on a ferrets report about the settlement.

"Chief, this is a sweet spot ye got here. There a many longhouses we can use as barracked for your army. Soon we will be able to make a new wall and set up battlements for you. Right now your slaves are making there own cells, huhuhu!"

The warlord got off his throne.

"Good. Soon my domain will worthy of a warlord and I will rule! Now, Blackguts, how many workers do I have."

Blackguts paused for a moment, trying to remember.

"Er,er o yea! It was forty three! Yea, forty three prisoners!"

The weasel warlord paced around his splendid room. There were decorative wall hangings and tapestries, lighted up by the every lit torches he now had installed in his room. His room had also had a rowan wood desk, scrolls and parchments, for Darkhide had a keen interest on knowledge, making him a smart and crafty ruler. He stopped near his desk, putting a paw on it.

"In the invasion, how many soldiers did we lose?"

"Not one."

"None?"

"Tis true sire, it was a perfect attack, no screw ups."

The weasel walked toward his door saying, "Get the army an run them some drills, dont let them get fat and lazy. I'm goin to take a look at this my self!"

Blackguts bowed in respect.

"It shall be done mightiness!"

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