By The Paladin of Truth

Introduction; part one

"Fírinne! Don't forget the wood!" my mother calls as I head out to the woods. Our house near the southern shore, though the island we live on, the Land of Ice and Snow, is actually a peaceful place. Me, my brother, mother, and father, all have lived here for at least 27 years, my older brother, Farwin, is six years older than me, I'm nineteen. For a long while now he has been acting... strange. "I will, Mom!" I reply, resting the ax on my shoulder, after Father trained me in the ways of the sword, shield, and the true ways of the warrior, Farwin has been looking at me strangely, I can't put my finger on it. Oh well, that fire ain't gonna start without wood.

Introduction; part two

Why? That's all I …

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This is my first ever art contest. I want this to be a clean and fun competition for all who decide to enter.

The theme of this contest is to draw a book cover for The Captain's Daughter. You may use any of the characters in the story so far. The same with settings. Be creative with this contest. I don't have a specific image in mind so feel free to be abstract as long as you follow the rules. If you have any questions just message me and I will answer the best I can. Please submit art to this page under "Gallery". Thanks!

• The art must be submitted by May 31, 2012.

• No gory or innapropriate scenes. Keep it clean.

• Have fun!

Rosemarie Danisham-Daughter of Captain Nathaniel. Brown furred, Brown eyed, Sea/river otter. Wears (any color) dress.

Clarice…

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Rules: Draw one of my characters and one of your characters as Dibbuns.

End Date: May 28

Contestants: Scotty Bluefleck, Sandy, Starpetal, Vilaya, Wolf985

Grand prize: 4 digital pics, 2 regular pics, and 2 sketches.

Second place prize: 2 digital pics, 1 regular pic, and 1 sketch.

Third place prize: 1 digital pic, 1 regular pic, and 1 sketch.

All others: 4 sketches.

Remember to select "This is my fan art" in the Licensing section or LordTBT will eventually delete it for guideline violations!

• 1 Disclaimer
• 2 First Page of Scotty's Journal
• 3 The Phantoms
  • 3.1 Chapter 1
  • 3.2 Chapter 2
  • 3.3 Chapter 3

Hello Everyone!

I decided it was high time I wrote a story about my main Avatar, Scotty. This is one of the tales from her mult-volume journal, where she writes books and stories. Please comment, and tell me how you like it so far! The accent with which Hook and Scotty both speak is supposed to be closer to Northern British than Scotch Brogue.

--Scotty Bluefleck O Sword of Truth! Fly swift and sure, that Evil die and Good endure! 19:11, April 15, 2012 (UTC)

The following consists of accounts written by a resident of Bowlaynee Castle, chronicling some of the more interesting events that have occured there during her lifetime. Some are lighthearted, and s…

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CHAPTER LIST

Cover art by ForrestFighter

Dragged unmercifully over the stony ground by his scaly captors, his paws and torso gripped tight by the coils of several serpents, a terrified Rugg Tornpaw struggled wildly to get free. Any common sense the old searat might have posessed was thrown to the winds; heedless of the fact that to stay calm and quiet in the presence of so many adders was the safest bet, he scrabbled, screamed and wailed unmercifully, spurred in his efforts by the all-consuming force of sheer panic. At first, his captors had not minded, laughing and jeering at him as they marched back to camp. However, as the hours crawled on, it was plain the constant stream of shreiks was grating on everybeast's nerves.

"Whooooooooaaaaaaaar…

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• 1 Kyrin: Son of a Warrior
• 2 Prologue
• 3 Chapter 1
• 4 Chapter 2
• 5 Chapter 3
• 6 Chapter 4
• 7 Chapter 5
• 8 Chapter 6
• 9 Chapter 7

Hey guys! My first FF on the Redwall Wiki! Go easy haha I came up with this book years ago in 5th grade. Anyway, if you want, tell me what you think! Feedback is always welcome! And check out my Fanfiction and FictionPress accounts under the same name! This is my take on the sequel to Rakkety Tam.

A/N I do not own Redwall. Brian Jacques does. RIP

This book is split into three parts:

Book 1 – The Outcast

Book 2 – The Quest

Book 3 – The Warrior

In times of dark, in times of light

Paths will cross when the time is right

A warlord of the Ice and Snow;

A warrior born but not realized,

Till the day of reckoning makes him so

So fly, my child, seek out the …

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So, here follows my first new Redwall fanfic in a while. It will almost certainly be finished. I am only a few chapters into it, but I thought I'd post a teaser. Thanks to Salem for letting me bounce ideas off her. I will update you if asked, and concrit is much appreciated!

Spoilers follow for Legend of Luke and Martin the Warrior

Many contradictory accounts exist of the records you are about to read. Some claim that this story be only half true, that the Northlands never came to play in this tragic tale. Others that it is invented entirely.

But there remain those in the North who claim to have seen the crazed beast with their own eyes, blood dripping from his snout and his ruined laugh echoing across the rocks. Others recall him lying close…

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PROLOGUE

As dawn broke, the sun shined down upon the inhabitants of this peaceful and kind kingdom. The Farmers were already up and tending to their crops.

"Morning Haybor."

"Morning Tertric."

"How's the King and Queen?"

"Doing fine I bet, my little brother's been sending me messages and invitations to come and visit. He is a father now and Rosaline is a mother."

"That's very nice. That makes you an Uncle now too!"

"Aye that it does."

"Why don't you accept the invitations?"

"Are you kidding me? I can't just go off and leave my crops untended."

"Why don't you leave it to me and go see your new little nephew?"

"No I'm sorry I just can't bother you with that."

"Oh It's no problem at all. I can handle it, I have way too much time on my paws."

"Alright, co…

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CHAPTER LIST

Cover art by ForrestFighter

From her vantage point high in a fungi-crusted elm, a stout young squirrelmaiden scanned the muddy woodland floor about for signs of life. Her position matained a stillness and rigidity that made her nearly impossible to spot; her keen eyes missed absolutely nothing that went on beneath her. She was highly trained in the skills of steath and observation, and would probably have noticed had a single leaf on a bush been awry; such was the code of the Branchbounders, who believed in always preparing for the worst.

From a small platform set up in the branches some distance below, an impatient voice demanded, "Well? Any sign of them, Kelah?"

Kelah's bushy grey tail flicked angrily as she hissed down at the s…

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The Greenstone

==Chapter 1: It Happens Again==

 Nobody knew when or by whom the large stone castle was built, but none really cared. The important thing was that it was a remarkable fortification, and any creature would be lucky to live in it. The woodlanders saw it as a peaceful home, where they would be free of any dangers that they might encounter in the forest of Goldtree. The less peaceful inhabitants of the forest saw it as a fortress, where an army could rule over the entire land with ease and efficiency, conquering and pillaging their surroundings. The castle soon became inhabited by a small number of woodlanders. Mice, squirrels, moles and the like. They lived tranquilly for only a short time before their existence at the castle was…

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• 1 Prolouge: The Slaughtering
• 2 Chapter One: The Discovery
• 3 Chapter Two: Soldiers
• 4 Chapter Three: Shadows
• 5 Chapter Four: The Gathering

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Six dark figures marched down the forest path in silence. They marched in twos. Each wore a black cloak

that seemed to distort the space around them, as if they were absorbing the light itself. They made no

sound. Every step they took was pure silence. Suddenly, they all stopped. Every single one of them at the

same time. They felt the precence of other beasts. Ten cloaked figures swung from the trees. All of them

wore swords. But none of them were drawn. "Surrender, and maybe we'll let you live," one of them snarled.

None of the six moved. The cloaked beast motioned, and the ten drew their swords. The same thought

fl…

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This story is being moved from my account on Redwall Wars Wiki to here. This will be my first ever fan fic about my avatar character, Alina Foeslayer.

An aging wolf sat in Cavern Hole with a large audience around her. All of Redwall Abbey yearned to hear her story. Where had she come from? What happened on her adventures? Why did she come to the Abbey so long ago? These were only a few of the questions floating through the creature's minds. At last she spoke, "The story you are about to hear is full of sadness and heartache, but it also has it's share of adventure and an unforgettable romance. If you are one who hates to cry I suggest that you leave now."

No creature moved. The wolf cleared her throat and began her tale...

The sond of drums f…

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The price of the album is £7 GBP, or $11.10 USD.

• 1 Chapter 1
• 2 Chapter 2
• 3 Chapter 3
• 4 Chapter 4

On a sloping riverbank in the dimmed Mossflower woods and fading light, it was next to impossible to perceive that a raid was occurring if you couldn’t hear the distant shouts and smell the faint whiff of smoke.

Up the murky and no longer tranquil river, burning debris thudded and splashed into the water. Wood and household items sizzled and hissed before smoldering out and bobbing down the current. Bodies were not so fortunate, some of them drifting down in prone positions with fur and clothes still alight, weapons slipping from their paws.

Screams and bellows of vermin and otters and shrews filled the air, slings unleashing their heavy loads and thudding against trees and howling bodies. The sounds o…

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• 1 Intro
• 2 Book 1: The Curse of The Sea
• 3 Prologue
• 4 Chapter 1
• 5 Chapter 2
• 6 Chapter 3

Hello. As of 3/18/12 I have put my story, Sisters but they aren't on indefinite hold because of aggravating discrepancies. I have since decided to adopt this story; the Curse of the Bloody Waves and continue it as my own. (Not sure if anyone on here now remembers this story; I only recently discovered it myself) It was first written by: Thaila Juskarath Taggerung Well; I hope everyone likes the continued version of the Curse of the Bloody waves, even if you've never read it. :)

-SalemtheCruel

A otter and his younger sister sat chained on a ship deck owned by vermin. Both were beaten, starved , and treated like nothing. The female sat a sleep of fatigue. But the male …

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Diego

Species: Fox

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): two short swords

Brief History: Was a page in the

Dark Realm before he was discharged

for supposedly killing a Dark Knight.

Jon

Species: Mouse

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): double sword

Brief History: Has no family left.

Was taught to be an assassin from

his friend Finch(deceased).

Joseph

Species:Squirrel

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): metal-tipped staff

Brief History: Was found wandering in

the forest. Origins unknown.

William

Species: Mouse

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): sword

Brief History: More of a fighter than

an assassin, William was found nearly

dead hanging by his paws from a tree

branch.

Chareh

Species: Black Fox

Gender: Male

Weapon(s): sword, daggers, poisoned pin, push-blade

Brief History: Was a Realm fox before bieng kidnapped

for the m…

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Nothing disturbed the warm, spring day except for the chirping and squawking of birds. The sea was shining brightly with the sun's giant reflection. Above the tideline stood the camp of Klitch the Assassin. Klitch was the son of Feragho the Assassin and father of Gruba. Gruba walked over to Klitch. “So, what are you doing now?” Klitch tilted his head to one side as he spoke “I'm planning an attack on Salamandastron to avenge the death of my father.”

Prolouge to: Farran the poisoner's life story.

Raptail's body shivered nervously as he stood staring into the pale, amber, eyes of Farran. Nobeast ever heard the Poisoner speak. The sunlight did not glint off of Farran's fur; it was soot-black with no luster whatsoever. The pale eyes stared hypnotically at Raptail from a face as dark as the depths of midnight. All the whispered tales he had heard of Farran loomed large. Was is true that he could kill with a long stare? Raptail fervently believed it was as he stood transfixed by the fox's gaze.   W-w-will you attend, sir? F-F-Feragho wishes to know.” Unblinking, Farran stared at him a moment longer then nodded once. That was enough.

To be continued...

It was a sunny day wen the redwallers had their feast. Fourmole Grubble made his pies and very one liked them. All of a sudden, a villain snuk up on the Abbot Scaville and trapped him and said If youse dont give me treasure in too days ill kill your abbot.

The war had begun. The champyon of redwall had to do something.

The only disturbances of a warm, spring day, were birds chirping and seagulls squaking. The bright and salty sea was gleaming from the sun's reflection.

The Redwall Abbey stood high and beautiful over Mossflower Woods as the rushing of the river could be heard faintly. Martin stood before the newly built Abbey.

Prologue

It was a misty, spring day outside at the fort of Lumetriss. The weasel captain took out his bow n' arrows. Swoosh! The arrow slew the two unfortunate rats imediately. "This will happin if'n you ever disoby me." 700 stoats, weasels, ferrets, foxes, rats, and other vermin nodded to their fearless captain. The two rats lay dead on the ground.

Chapter 1

Harvey the Squirrel Warrior and Skipper of Otters were outside playing with the Dibbuns as the giant sun set almost marking the end of another hot day. "Hold on a second Skipper" Laura, the new Abbess of Redwall, called for Harvey. "It's getting dark, it's almost time for the feast. Tell Skipper to bring the Dibbuns in." He winked at the Abbess. "Ok,here I go!"

As Harvey was walking towa…

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This is the preview to my new fan fiction Lies Are Valued by the Fools Alone I will be posting in the future. This is only a preview and does not mean that the actual fan fiction will be coming out any time soon. ;P

Comments and critique's are much appreciated!

The rain came down steadily - not quite a downpour, but not a mild rainstorm either. Lightening swept almost lazily across the bellies of the clouds and was soon followed by it's invisible companion which sounded off it's call from a distance. The rain continued to beat out a sad song after the thunder had subsided; clipping and clopping through the foliage of the overhanging trees and ending their long dreary fall into a puddle somewhere along the line...

There was naught to be seen nor…

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Note: This is a story collab by me (Abbot-Bernard) and Salem the Cruel.

The Abbot's anniversary, or as Basil Stag Hare put it, a Regimental Reunion Dinner, was well under way. The crisp autumn wind whispered outside as all the Redwallers and Mossflower creature were snuggled deep inside Great Hall. The festivities had already begun.

Basil Stag Hare, in his usual gluttonous manner, was "scoffing", as he put it, bilberry tarts down his throat. The hare was seated next to Captain Snow, a towering owl from the fringes of Mossflower Woods.

"How... mmhff... you doin'... hhmmf... Cap'n. Wot... mmmhff... wot!" Basil called through his always crowded mouth.

"Very well, thank you... mmmm! This pie is superb! What do you call it again?" Captain Snow …

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I am personally a HUGE fan of LOTR, and love the Redwall series. so I thought it would be cool if I did this blog. Having read these books, I have begun to notice several coincidences(if they can be called that)

One of the major coincidences I noticed is the naming of Boar the Fighter. In The Two Towers, Treebeard the ent recites a poem to the hobbits (Merry and Pippin)."Beaver the builder, buck the leaper,Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter...." And remember, Treebeard is a living tree, and Boar is named with the coinceidence of his name having the fist letter of several different types of leaves. Coincidence? I think not.

Another, would be the similarites between Martin the Warrior and Aragorn, both in character and backround. Both have rec…

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Many a warlord has tried to conquer Mossflower. But all of them failed, all but one. This story is about it and it is based six generations after Razzid Wearat, the one that ended up with a cracked skull and a sword through the stomach. This Warlord was called Duskeyes, or more commonly, Dusk. He had already had control over all the Juska clans, but he still wasn’t pleased. He has set off to Redwall, but, will he succeed?

Green patches of light cover the twig littered floor of Mossflower woods, but the beauty was outweighed by the ugly evilness of Duskeyes and his horde. Some say Duskeyes came from the far north, but survivors that have heard him talk (more likely yelling) say that he doesn’t have an accent. One thing for sure though is tha…

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"In a universe that exists alongside us, yet is just always unattainable, there is a different Redwall world...what is the real universe?"

• 1 Chapter One
• 2 Chapter 2
• 3 Chapter 3
• 4 Chapter 4
• 5 Chapter 5
• 6 Chapter 6
• 7 Chapter 7

"Three gold pieces." For a weasel in poverty, the words were music to his ears. Ever since his tribe had been murdered by Guosim shrews, he worked on a farm for hours, to earn a meager salary.

In his tent, he stored away his weekly salary. What an insignificant weasel, the Guosim barely remembered his tribe, much less its sole survivor. But today was different. Today was the day he would make his mark as a raider. Not Blackbane, as he was once called, but Malurax! No need for a title, the only title he would need would be the trail of…

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CHAPTER LIST

Cover art by ForrestFighter

Earlier that morning, the sun shone brightly down upon the River Moss, causing dancing flashes of silver and white upon the surface as it flowed placidly along a heavily-reeded bank. From various nests in the small willows about, several kingfishers darted to and fro, catching small minnows and watershrimp to feed their young; other birds, perhaps charmed by the afternoon's idyllic beauty, set up cheery songs and warbles in time with the babbling river.

The peace of the riverbank was not to last; a rustling crunch and a thud heralded Dippertail making an ungainly crash-landing among the reeds, dislodging an abandoned duck's nest there. The wounded falcon felt he could travel no further; the pain in his…

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The wolverine was a savage looking beast, black furred with blonde stripes running down his back and his eyes red with Bloodwrath and foam building up at his mouth. He sat in his tent, glaring at a small wimpy looking stoat that sat before him. The weasel quaked under the wolverine's stare.

"Where are my troops?", the wolverine growled, his voice a rumble like mighty thunder. "They should've been back by now. Speak!"

The stoat, who was named Yaky, tried hard to look into his master's insane glare. He gulped and said in a thin voice, "Master, they said it would take them time to find the Mountain ye spoke of. There is nought I can do, Radfra, but wait for them to return with news of the Mountain."

Radfra grabbed Yaky by his skinny neck. The st…

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Voluer, angered, threw the ball of wet clay against the wall. He imagined the numbat elder's face upon it, and t, only ro rew it once more, this time a lot hardern SMAASH! The ball has splattered. '"'Hah,'"' the young racoon thought, "That's what you get for annoying me." He had been sent to his room without supper for looking at a rock in the elder's room. "Well," he said to himself, "tonight, I'm going to steal it, just because I hate him." Tonight came slower than expected. He ran across his room, practicing stealthiness, only to find he made thumping sounds when he stomped.

"Cluny looked at the prone form of Matthias on the ground. "Ye hear that, mouse! This is Cluny's castle now!" All of a sudden, possessed by some unknown strength and rage, Matthias leaped up and plunged his sword into the still laughing Cluny. With a shocked expression on his face, Cluny gagged once, then fell back, dead. Redwall was safe now; the defenders let loose a war cry: "REDWALL!""

I have noticed that many fans hate Cluny's death. In this essay, I want to justify it. That alternate ending above might be cool movie material, but it would be cliche. Besides, Cluny was a better fighter in every way, and that alternate ending up there makes no sense. Matthias needed to think outside of the box to kill Cluny. In a book like Redwall, that…

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This essay is written to comment on some villain deaths that were the result of luck, and why the villain should have won.

In the final battle, Tsarmina is shown to be a proficient fighter, as she struck Martin down twice. With near-fatal injuries, the severity of which should have prevented him from fighting, even with the aid of Bloodwrath, he forced Tsarmina into the deep end of the lake, where the wildcat queen was finished.Given the flow of this battle, it makes it obvious that Tsarmina should have won. The twist ending to the battle and the classic "hero-was-dead-but-got-revived-and-killed-the-baddie" act makes this ending grossly cliché.

Gabool the Wild was renowned as a proficient fighter, as well as Rawnblade Widestripe, so the outc…

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Acknowledgements: ~To Brian Jacques, Who inspired so many stories within me. I wish I could have met him. May he have known the Lord, and may he rest in Heaven. To my forrest friends: the groundhog, the skunk, the sapsucker, the deer, the squirrels, the mice, and the birds. For making my time at the stable (waiting), so humorous and interesting. To my dearest friend, my horse, Belle, for being a sweetheart and my comfort during the time of troubles. To all my animal and human friends, to numerous to count. And last, but NOT least, to my Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, for His blessings and for taking my sins upon the cross when he was innocent; dying; and rising again on the third day.~

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Spin among the treetops,

Dash among the glade,

Swords swing, arrows fly,

Blood splatters, beasts cry,

As I sing this lullaby.

I’ll tell you of the fox dance,

Where one makes two and three,

Where green turns to red upon twice a turn,

A wing’s length away.

Listen well at night,

To the hawk’s cry in the glade,

When wars are wars,

And beasts are beasts,

Of warriors and moonlit blades, both mighty and true.

Spin among the treetops,

Dash among the glades,

Hold thy breathe and watch the night,

As beasts of black do wing

Across a moonless sky.

Now come a little closer,

Hold your paw against my heart,

And watch in wonder

As my soul and body do part.

~Shiphra the seer

The young Dibbun mouse sat down alongside the ancient badger, Bella of Brockhall, and gazed into the fire.

"Tell, me a story," the little mouse asked the ancient badger.

"Okay, little one, I'll tell the story of my original home." the badger answered.

The Dibbun looked around at the newly put up walls of the would-be Abbey, "You mean that you have lived in Mossflow'r for your whole life."

To be continued...

This is a collab between Cornflower of Redwall and SalemtheCruel. I write the first chapter, Salem writes the next chapter, repeating throughout the story. This occurs before my story Sampetra. Enjoy.

Razzin Streameye and Ublaz Mad Eyes were happily married. It was perfect. No secrets, no arguments. The two were conversing about leaving Sampetra one day.

"Come on, Ublaz, I want to leave and go somewhere. Let's go to Redwall, we can conquer them, I know it!" Razzin whined.

"No, that's absurd. Me, a corsair, landlocked in Redwall? Besides, I have command of hundreds of rats and monitor lizards. Who will lead them if I were to leave?" Ublaz countered.

Razzin knew he had a point there. But she desperately wanted to move. Meanwhile, Ublaz was watch…

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"Hahaha!" The entire crew of the ship laughed. Sarko had just made up a poem battle, and Felazar came up with a quite humorous one.

"Ye call that a poem? I got one for ye." Sarko said to Felazar.

"A sword is such a beautiful tool

Though once it was wielded by a fool

Who chose power over sense

and thinks himself great, hence,

he charges into battle, poised for death

the axe cuts off his source of breath

fool lays on the ground dying here

wishing he had used a spear!"

The entire crew laughed louder than ever at Sarko's poem. Felazar looked enraged, as he knew the fool in the poem was him.

"Here's a poem for you!" shouted Felazar.

"A spear is such a beautiful tool

Though once it was wielded by a fool

Who chose power over sense

and thinks himself great, henc…

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Redwall series. All familiar characters you see are owned by Brian Jacques; some characters may share a name from one of Mr. Jacques' characters.

All characters unrecognizable are owned by yours truly.

Dear Redwallers,

I never thought that I would spend my day lying about the dormitories, thinking of ways to say this. Though I have never planned this until now, it all became quite easy to jot down onto this parchment, that you were so lucky to find on this summer day.

I was born in the infirmary to my caring mother and father, who raised me to be the mousemaid of Redwall Abbey, who helped to care for our Abbot. And who also aided Mother Turin in any manner. Becoming the official Bellringer became an important role …

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This is a fan fiction story by User:Astar Goldenwing. It is not considered canon, nor is it a policy or guideline.

Spoiler Warning! This story contains spoilers for “Triss” and “Mariel of Redwall”. If you have not read those books, do not read this story yet. Thanks!

NOTE: I began to write this story after I read Russian edition of “Triss”, where Freedom’s gender was changed into female. I learnt that Freedom originally is male only when I came to this Wiki, but to that moment, I just couldn’t imagine my character being male. So that’s why Freedom is female in this fan fiction.

In this story, one season equals one year.

Feel free to comment at the end and correct my mistakes if you want.

• 1 Prologue
• 2 BOOK ONE: SLAVERY
• 3 Chapter 1
• 4 Chapter 2
• 5 Chapter 3
• 6…

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I apologize that this news is a bit dated, however I was hoping for some more information to come to light. If you have more information, including images, please contact us.

Last month, Redwallabbey.com reported that Brian Jacques has been honored by the Lancashire County Council, an organization who hosts a 25-year-old United Kingdom "Book of the Year" award.

In the past, Brian has received the award for Redwall, Mattimeo, and Salamandastron, and is the only author to be recognized three times.

The council is releasing a book celebrating the award over the years, and Brian Jacques will be mentioned in this book. To what extent, is unknown.

The book is believed to be distributed at Lancashire high school libraries. If you live in this region, we…

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This is a Fan-Fiction by Me and is in NO way canon.

• 1 Acknowledgements
• 2 Prologue
• 3 Volume 1: He came from the North
• 4 Chapter 1
• 5 Chapter 2
• 6 Chapter 3
• 7 Chapter 4
• 8 Chapter 5
• 9 Chapter 6
• 10 Chapter 7
• 11 Chapter 8
• 12 I WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATING THIS, IT'S BEEN PUT ON INDEFINITE HOLD

Well all I want to do is thank the people whose tales inspired me to right this one they are: 1: Gandr Adderbane, with his Two Swords series 2: Skipper Rorc, with The Runway, and The Rise of Freedom 3: Laria Wavedeep, with Redwalls Taggerung and Laria Wavedeep 4: Bluestripe the Wild, with Bluestripe, a name remembered

those are the people who most inspired me to write this tale and share it with you all so if you congratulate me, don't, go congratulate them for their work. Now on with…

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This a fanfiction written by me and Bluestripe the wild. it is not canon or policy guideline. thank you.

• 1 Prologue
• 2 Enter: Destiny Carressand
• 3 Enter: Black Skarrk Kidd
• 4 Enter: Gard

Blue

The night was pierced by the screams of creatures locked in combat. Death cries were heard over and over until it seemed that they were nothing but echoes that would never cease to repeat. The sound of steel against steel rang out as many creatures engaged one another in battle. Hares and sea otters fought against searats and fox, weasel, stoat, and ferret corsairs. Nearly a score of ships containing woodlanders and vermin alike were clustered together as each creature fought to board another ship. A few ships in particular had been victims of fire arrows, timber…

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I wrote this story to connect the Galedeeps from High Rhulain to Finbarr Galedeep.

• 1 The Short Tale of Varza Galedeep, Son of Finbarr Galedeep
  • 1.1 Chapter One: A Destiny Forged
  • 1.2 Chapter Two: A Friendship Created
  • 1.3 Chapter 3: Action, Conflict, and Shock
• 2 Update List

Varza Galedeep was lucky that the ship had been stolen in the shallows, for that was where he lay now. A massive chest wound had forced him to lose consciousness, but everyone else took him for dead.

"Arr, sea dog's got a mighty death grip on this here sword, by the Maelstrom!" exclaimed Slipp, who so dearly wanted to plunder the sharp, refined, well-made cutlass that the young otter possessed.

"Aye, the pore thing, Ah feel sorry fer the other sea dogs we slain," lamented the boatswain, …

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PROLUGE

Airia whirled around, practicing her swordplay. Her knapsack lay unguarded by the fire. She sliced the leaves off of a lowhanging branch and stopped. Someone was coming through the forest, overhead, probably. She didn't bother to douse the fire on her way to the stream. Strapping on her knives, she grabbed her knapsack and jumped into the stream. Her strong strokes pulled her to the other bank, where she clambered up, cold and soaked to the bone. She turned around, just in time to see a figure come strolling along, picking leaves out of it's tail. It was a squirrel, and from here she could tell it was lithe and strong. It paused, and stooped over the fire, then turned and stared straight at Airia. She didn't blink, she didn't even t…

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Synopsis: (People can change this as they go...)

It's been a few seasons after the defeat of Tsarmina, Queen of the Thousand Eyes, and there has been an era of peace in Mossflower Country. However, a dark shadow has emerged from the east. The wayward son of Gingivere, Kidos Chur, has decided to embrace his family's conquering ambitions and cruelty. For the creatures in Mossflower, this could not come at a worse time. The construction of Redwall is still underway, and there are few who can be counted on to fight. Yet, in this time of great need, a hero will rise in the unlikeliest of creatures: Duerthy Mole, the youngest daughter of Foremole. Can she stop this new tyrant? Or will Mossflower Country fall to Kidos the Conqueror?

Wiser th…

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Many know the story of Redtooth, Cluny the Scourge's second in command. However, few know the background and future of this perplexing rat. Of course, such stories must begin somewhere, and there is no better place to begin than with his home.

Redtooth was born in a jungle, far away from Mossflower. In fact, virtually nobeast knew of the existence of this jungle, save for its inhabitants, and a pawful of corsairs as well. This was also where Cluny was born. The jungle provided a struggle for existence, with creatures that the mice of Mossflower never even dreamt of: jaguars. These savage felines were menacing, and rats were on their menu. Most rats lived underground; the foolish ones who went above ground were killed within a few hours. And…

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PLEASE NOTE: I've set this poll up to gather community input in preparation for an essay on the subject I'm planning to write. Debate on Veil often gets rather heated, but I feel it's best to let people explain themselves, so I've left commenting open. This said, please try and avoid excessive bickering. :p

This is a bit of a pass-a-long. The hero is Martin II. The villian is a wolf named Cedric the Evil.

• 1 Book One: Of Wishes and Wonders
  • 1.1 Prologue
  • 1.2 Chapter One
  • 1.3 Chapter Two
  • 1.4 Chapter Three
  • 1.5 Chapter Four
  • 1.6 Chapter Five

Deep within the jungles of the far west, Sarlatan, a young fox wandered freely. Without a care in world, he stopped to pick up a flower, it was a little rose.

"Wow," he said to himself calmly, "I've ne'er seen a rose b'fore, there suppos'd t' be very rare..."
Sarlatan, by Scotty

About half a season ago, Sarlatan had gone down to the coast and sighted a ship. Sarlatan had sneaked up by it and had heard that rose's were very rare.

"...an' valuable." came a slightly hoarse voice from a nearby banyan tree.

Sarlatan whirled around, and what he saw stunned him. It was a incredibly hideous rat, tall too. He wore hardly any clothin…

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Cluny: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE OUCHHHHHHHH!

Tsarmina: "Oh dear! OH DEAR!! NOOOO!" Random otter: "Lucky..."

Slagar: "Ground, mouse, or badger, which one-" Thud!

Gabool: No Fair! That's MY killing machine!

Ferahgo: I knew I should have used long range weapons...

Urgan Nagru: Silvamord got killed by an otter, I got killed by an otter... Are foxes prone to bad luck?

Swart Sixclaw: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!... OKAY, WHEN DO I HIT THE GROUND?

Ublaz: At least the mouse didn't chop me up with that awesome looking sword.

Damug Warfang: Is there a badger vaccine available?

Ungatt Trunn: "These are the days of Ung-" (Brocktree punches him) Ungatt Trunn: "These are the days of Lord Brocktree, son of Lord Stone-" (Brocktree punches him again) "Thi…

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Some characters aren't in Rackatung yet, so I'll put them in all caps. As of CH6

• Abbot Sazas- A young squirrel with bright red fur and blue eyes. Wears a brown habit with a maroon waist-cord, and a gold tail-ring. He makes many new methods of things, including having squirrels harvest fruit from the orchard. He is very energetic.

• Badgermum Caroline- A middle-aged (by non-badger terms) female badger with light brown eyes and a thin scar on her left footpaw. She received the scar from a vermin spear when she was a roamer. She now wears a long, blue robe with green trimmings or a green habit. Mirkgum thinks she would make,"A bally good Lady of Salamandastron." She also has a very slight bloodwrath.

• Friar Bural- A middle-aged mole with lig…

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