Mission:
The sun arose slowly, spreading it's golden legs across the sky like an approaching golden widow spider. The now lightening dark green sea sending salty sprays in wisps as it gently licks the shores of Samptera, the breeze promising that this was going to be a calm, quiet day on the island.

The Marlfox had traveled long from Deathbreeze Isle to check out the area, thats when she heard of the mission to Redwall Abbey to capture the land for Lord Ublaz, Anthrax couldn't help but to try and pull a few strings to get permission to lead the mission, luckily for her it worked.

Friar Fiddlewood was scurrying willy-nilly about the kitchen, "Dumpin leave those po' Dimli..er... Dimpkin leave dose dumplis alone! Berrypaw, little mo' sugar for tha sweet cakes!" Dimpken snickered at the poor friar, "If 'e runs bout mo' 'e gunna go and tie his tail in knoters!" The Friar was more keen then that and bopped the little squirrel square between the ears, "Go clean if yea can't help with anythin in the kitchen right!" With that the squirrel ran outside expecting to be able to go play, of course thats not what the father abbot had in mind.

Abbot Agustus had that squirrel dibbun dashing about within minuets gathering this and decorating that along with the other dibbuns whom he'd commandeered for the chores. He smiled seeing his old friend setting the table, "Oh, sister Buttonflower, your doin' a splendid job at that, your one of the best feast decorators in the abbey!" With that Willowflower blushed and smiled, wrinkling her homely face, "Tharnkee fava hobbet, oi jus'a tryins taw dew guud, burr aye!" The molemaid trundled on off, smiling widely.

The marlfox vixen Anthrax spent much time persuading 5 score hordebeasts to join her on the mission, including several team leaders. Her top creatures whom'd help her take over the abbey were Vrutus the wolf, Blackears the stoat corsair, Busheye and Bushpaw the weasels, Swiffur the fox runner, and Deadeye the ferret archer. They loaded up a large, swift ship with vittles, supplies, and other items Anthrax had specifically asked for.

They set out before the sun breached the horizon, sails unfurled and bellowed out with the help of a mighty strong breeze. The voyage wouldn't take too long with the help of the well acclaimed sailor Ridgeback whom was quite a large dirty brown searat.

The Friar was running faster then clockwork that morning getting things started in the kitchen that had to be served fresh at the feast that night, he had gone as far as waking Dimpkin, Roseleaf, Fruffle, and other of the older dibbuns to help set-up. Of course, the dibbuns were somehow moving about, slowly granted, but moving about with their eyes mostly closed and constantly complaining. The whole scene of the dibbuns moving about like they were in a trance with Friar Fiddlewood dashing about getting one thing started then another set out to cool was more then the Father Abbot could take, he burst into a fit of laughter.

Friar Fiddlewood didn't see what was so funny, "Hurmpf! What are yea lauffin at? Con't you see we gotta hurry and get ready? Oh! Oh! Oh! My custard!" And with that the Friar would run off to the kitchens in a tizzy. Mura, a small mole infant wrinkled her pink button-snout at the Abbot, "Favva 'habbet, vhy is fier Fibidiblefood so fattens ifs 'e runers 'boot likers zat alla toime, burr aye?" The Abbot was enjoying the little mole infant as she leaned, curled, and curled up on the abbot's robe. Father Agustus carried the mole infant back to the dorms, holding his merriment in his smile.

Anthrax and the hordebeasts made their way to the mouth of River Moss, this is where they set somebeasts to drag the ship up stream as the others tied the sails down tight, they needed to hide the ship well to keep it from being 'borrowed' while they were gone.

Anthrax shouted down her tidbits of encouragement to the creatures pulling the ship upstream, "Common lazybones! Puts yer backers inta it slopsnout! Aw muckers, I dun seen ol' mousewenches do betta den dat!" Quite a few hordebeasts were having a good time helping the oddly funny sounding whelp of a vixen, "Common yeah lan'lubbin lil' sackers o' seascum!" They got well up the river and some, until it wasn't possible to go up anymore, that is when they packed up their vittles and supplies and set off upstream.

They marched at a grooling pace upstream, weaving in a single-file line like a venomous snake through the foliage. More so, they were much like a rattlesnake, the laggers at the end of the line chittering and chattering as they panted along, painting colorful phrases about Anthrax and any whom thought her fit to lead a team against Redwall Abbey.

"Top hole ol' Sappy me ear! Jolly good idea ta drop in on the good ol' abbey creatures wot!" A lean, young hare jibed at the trio's senior hare, Sappear. Sappear just laughed and ruffled up the younger one's ears, "You just want ta drop in cause o' the bally feast t'night bucky-lad!" With that the three would laugh, save but the younger one whom attempted to look hurt. They were well ahead of the hordebeasts, already on the lower path headed North towards the abbey, poking jokes and making jollies as they moved along at a nice fast pace, all three were looking forward to the Abbeybeast's feast that night.

The hordebeasts hit the main pathway at the bridge and turned, headed North following directions they had tormented out of a bankvole, sadly the poor bankvole died soon after of an unexplained dagger in his neck. They organized quickly, moving the creatures with the more important specialized supplies up towards the front, the rest of the creatures were placed to the back to await orders to attack.

"So, foxpup, whad's da ordas gunna be when we geet dar?" A rather unfriendly ferret sneered. Anthrax would have raised her hackles but for the fact she didn't really have enough fur left on her scar-patched back. She turn ed and sneered back at the ferret "Vell bucko, de orda is ta ferst, kill offer de gumflappers, suchas yershelf," She sneered, echoed by the snickering of surrounding beasts, "Den ve vait fer vhut comes 'bout ta take ova redvall." The ferret tried to keep what aire of strength that he could and sank back a few creatures in line, sulking.

The sun was setting slowly, Friar Fiddlewood was in his countdown rush trying to get every single little detail done all at once and some, this is the time every abbeybeast learns to get out of the way of the rampaging Friar. Scones, summer salads, sweet breads, nut cakes, custards, and puddings mixed their aromas with many others wafted through the air as they were transported from kitchen to table. The Friar even just about scolded Abbot Agustus for sneaking a nibble of some summer salad.

"Caw! Yer almost as bad as a dibbun!" Friar Fiddlewood would protest, with quite the bit of laughing and joking from the jolly Abbot, "Awww, pweese?" Even the Friar would not help but laugh at the Abbot's jibe. "Fatha Abbot! Fatha Abbot!" The young squirrel Dimpkin dashed up, "Ders some reallly big rabbits outside sayin der from salads an' manderstrongs!" The Abbot smiled, "Dimpkin, those are probably hares from Salamandastron, lead them on in, they're great friends of tha abbey!" With that Dimpkin spun about to go and get the hares, but, as luck would have it the hares were right there in the doorway, young Mura had let them in. "Big rabbits, I say jolly funny lady-buck! But what-ho, I could go for some of that bally salad an' mandastrongs, wot?" Sappear chuckles, patting the young and very impressed squirrel on the head.

Father Agustus smiled, "Well, lets get everybeast in here and get this feast started!" Everyone agreed eagerly, setting about getting every creature within the Abbey grounds into the great hall, preparing for the father abbot's speech.

Anthrax and the other hordebeasts neared the abbey, crossing over and hiding in the ditch as they moved on, just in case. They positioned themselves across from the abbey, waiting a good while to make sure theres no guards on the watch, what a foolish group they are to have not had a guard.

Anthrax moved the orders down the line, all the creatures whom were laden with the lamp oil were to get it out and follow her, the rest were to go find a heavy fallen log and convert it into a battling ram. They set off to do their tasks, Anthrax lead the creatures to the main gate, standing back at a safe distance they threw the hefty bottles of lamp oil dousing most the gate top to bottom. Quickly they dashed back into the ditch, watching for any signs of guards, nothing.

The large team sent out to look for a good ram found a nice large fallen tree, which they stripped and prepared to be used in just over an hours time, giving the wooden gates plenty of time to soak up the lamp oils.

The abbeybeasts had started in on their feast, Dimpkin was dumbfounded by the hare's scoffing abilities, they became his new idols and even went as far as to try and scoff as well as them. "Looket that blinkin brushbottom Sappy me ears! Hes scoffin jolly well nicely for a squrrel wot!" Sappear just laughed and jabbed Dimpkin in the ribs, "Wanna have a jolly scoffin race bucky-lad?" Unfortunately Dimpkin wasn't feeling up to it, "I tink I'd have me belly 'splode if I tryed ta match you mister rabbit sur!" All three hares broke out laughing at that, their ears bouncing about, "Jolly rabbit! Good show! Haheehee!"

The main gates were lit whilst the ram was being drug along by the battling ram team, still Anthrax and the other hordebeasts waited for an immediate response from some guardbeasts, still nothing but the crackle and splintering of the burning gates. The battling ram soon arrived, the otherbeasts of the horde swarmed to help with the battling ram, heaving to get it over the wide ditch.

"I say, ya gots something on the jolly ol' grill chappers? Somethin smells like its burnin!" The normally quiet hare, Leafpaw, wrinkled his nose as he spoke, this was not the thing to do within earshot of Friar Fiddlewood. "I shold say not, nothing is burnin longears, but I say, hummm," He sniffed the air, "It smells like the time Dimpkin set a chair on fire in the kitchens." With that realization the Friar looked at Dimpkin, "Did you do anythin we shuld know about youngun?" Dimpkin just flailed his handpaws, "No no! I didn't do anythin' this time!"

Father Abbot Agustus whispered to a pair of mice beside him, sending them out to go and check on what it might be that smells like burning chairs.

The mice were startled with what they saw, the main gates were blackened badly, the light and smell of a fire very noticeable. "Thistleburry, go tell the Father abbot, get everybeast out here, I'm going to go check the damages!" Cottonpaw shouted urgently as he dashed for the battlement stairs, Thistleburry turned on his tail and dashed into the great hall.

Cottonpaw peered over the wall, spotting the horde getting ready to start ramming the main gates, unfortunately his viewing wasn't unnoticed.

Deadeye the fox spotted the mouse and smiled inwardly, knocking arrow to bow he took aim, firing at the mouse as it turned. Cottonpaw didn't know what hit him, his body fell from the battlements with an arrow cleaved through his skull, hitting the ground with a dulled thud much to the horror of the Abbeybeasts exiting the great hall.

The unmistakable sound of the battering ram thrashing the tired embered gates rang out like the sharp crack of a whip. The shouting and heave-hoing of the hordebeasts outside rang all too clear, and familiar to the hare's ears.

"I say! Wot rotten luck, we shoed up just in time for the bally war!" The hares readied themselves, letting the abbeybeasts herd the dibbuns into hiding in the cellars.

"Put yer lan'lubbin backers inta et buckos!" Anthrax howled out at the rambeasts, the gate was cracking and cracking fast with how unbelievably well it burnt with all the lamp oil. One more heave and the loud crack rang out, the great main gates buckled, creaked, and fell inward, the war was on.

The hordebeasts swarmed in like masses of large angry wasps, clashing with the mainly unarmed abbeybeasts and those hares. Any resistance and the hordebeasts killed, if they gave up they cracked them over the head heavily, if they survived the blow and woke up after the battle, then they will live. The hares on the other hand were something for the hordebeasts to reckon with. The hares laid several hordebeasts low with pikes and their paw-to-paw fighting abilities, especially that Sappear. Anthrax hauled herself through the melee, cracking an abbeybeast here and there, putting resistance to rest before noticing Sappear. Through the mess of falling abbeybeasts she fought clashing cutlass against pike with the hare, a quick shove form both sides they stepped back, sizing each other up like titans in a storm. Again their weapons meet, but this time Anthrax shoved the hare to leaning back just enough for her to parry and shove the blade of her cutlass down gashing the hare just above the knee cap lacerating it to the bone. "Aieee! I ss....say! Jolly bad form whelp!" Sappear stammered backwards, putting pressure upon his leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Again, the marlfox lashed her cutlass downward, being stopped by the shaft of the hare's pike, "I say, clear out wot!" The marlvixen continued lashing downward and from the sides finally bringing a fatal blow, cleaving the hare's head in two, basically removing the top part of his skull and splicing the eyes in half.

The fight was soon over, the hordebeasts of Sampetra were victorious, save for loosing a score and a half of their own creatures they at least gained 4 score new slavebeasts, perfect for re-building the Fort Sampetra and going back to work on the island itself.

Anthrax, 2 score hordebeasts and 2 score slavebeasts headed off back to the island, leaving the rest to take-over and solidify the new Fort, recruiting new hordebeasts from the surrounding woodlands.