Macrodin had changed his plans. Instead of venturing deeper into Mossflower, he had decided to turn west toward the mountain he had seen in the distance. "But chief,that mountin is ruled by this big badger called Rawnblade, who has this big army of rabbits th-aaargh!" The ferret Ditchback, who had made this complaint, had time for only one short scream as Macrodin ran him through. Beheading the dead weasel, he then added the eyes to the other four eyes on the gory necklace. Macrodin glanced impassively at Ditchback's carcass before saying, "Any other cowards can join Ditchback. Set up camp, we march to the mountain at dawn!"
The dibbun badger Bawson Brock was off to find his father. Tired of his mother's rules about what he should and shoul…Read more >
Dandin the Swordcarrier and Mariel Gullwhacker gazed lovingly at the newborn mouselet that Mariel had given birth early in the morning. Joseph the Bellmaker chuckled as the mousebabe gurgled, tugging his beard.Just then, a crowd of Dibbuns busted open the door and rushed in, crying, "We wanta play with the babbie, please, Miriel!" Dandin chuckled. "He isn't old enough to play with you yet, but maybe in a few seasons."Dandin drew his dagger from his belt, and tickled his son with it. The mousebabe growled and tugged the handle weakly. Dandin was about to let the weapon go when Mariel snatched it from him, crying, "He's not old enough for that! Do you know what could happen to him, he could-" The voice of Abbot Saxtus interrupted her. "Marie…Read more >
Log-a-log of all the Gousim woke up to a dagger at his throat. "Be still or die!" A weasely voice snarled menacingly. The shrew leader risked a quick sidelong glance, and saw that his comrades were in similar situations. Log-alog turned his face upward to see a creature that looked neither like a ferret or a polecat. "What d'ye want, ferret?" He growled, showing that he was a no-nonsense shrew. "Ah, shut up, fool. D'ye know you're in the presence of the minklord of the Skullcarvers! I've the power to slay ye-or keep ye alive!" Log-a-log snorted. "Then kill me, ferret!" Mustclaw chuckled, as if Log-alog had said something funny. "Oh, I won't kill you, rivermouse. But my son will!" He turned away, briefly nodding to his son Macrodin…
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Book 1:The Warlord Emerges
Mustclaw the minklord finished devouring a leisurely meal of smoked herrings with new damson wine to drink. He signaled his henchstoat Ironfang to his side. "Hey, Ironfang, get my horde up and runnin! They're getting too lazy lying around these caves. Wake up that dozy mink who calls himself my son. You heard me! Get movin'!" After Ironfang left, he leaned back in a makeshift throne and smirked. Only the day before, his scouts had reported that there was a tribe of shrews that had an ample supply of longboats and young offspring that could do as rowers. Mustclaw cackled. "Hahaha!Guerilla Union of Shrews in Mossflower,hahaha!"Read more >
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An old mouse looked around at the expectant faces of his great-grand children, great-grand nephews and neices, and the other Dibbuns of Redwall. He chuckled, saying, "my daughter said that you wanted a story, eh? Well, settle down close to the fire we have at Cavern Hole, and I'll tell you a story about my 50th great grandfather and his relatives. His name was Dariel the Arrow, and he was the son of two warriors named Dandin and Mariel Gullwhacker. A plump little mouse named Samulo piped up, "Urry up witha storie, granpa Bisky!" Bisky chuckled. "Ok, young mouse, I'll get on with the story. It all started like this..."