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Mission #1
The minute I recieved this mission assignment, I grabbed my dirk and sling and headed up the beach.  I camped among the dunes so I would be harder to see, and I gathered seafood from the shore.  After several days, I finally sighted the campfires of the small Marlfox army.  I ran silently closer, ducking and weaving between dunes and brush.  I hid behind a bush right by the camp.  I could see the water-rats drinking and laughing, and a pair of marlfoxes standing guard.  I lay low, and notched a stone to my sling.  I fired several times, then ran to a different position and fired again.  The chaos was amazing!  The rats were running about shouting that they were being attacked by armies while the marlfoxes tried to calm them down.  I laid one of the malfoxes low with a well placed stone.  The other one saw where it came from and charged!  As it was lifting it's axe to kill me, I got him in the belly with my dirk.  It was not a scene I want to remember.  The rats began to run.  Not really caring, they were running south.  Towards the mountain.  I ran after them, trying to get them with my sling, when I saw a force from Salamandastron, lead by Irongrip the badger meet them on the hill.  The rats that were not slain fled west, towards mossflower woods.  Mission accomplished.
------Written by Tammo
Mission #2
As I, Rockjaw Grang, prepare my team for the upcoming skirmish, I think about the odds. They aren't good.  A young hare, can't remember 'is bloomin' name, in my team starts to shiver and shake all over.  This will be his first battle. "I say, young whatsyourname why are you shakin' like a jolly ole plate of meadowcream?" asks a veteran hare named Lupin. Before the young soldier can answer my friends Tammo and Irongrip enter the room.  "Is your team ready, Rockjaw?" Asks Tammo.  "Yes sah, ready an' willin' to knock some vermin around, wot." "Just be careful," warns Irongrip.  An hour later my patrol and I are out tracking the Rapscallions.  All of us are taking huge pains not to be spotted by vermin scouts.  Speaking of vermin scouts, there's a group now!  I signal my patrol to ready slings and javelins.  At my fire sign twenty missiles zoom in to decimate the vermin ranks.  As far as I can tell they're all dead.  No, wait, a ferret's movin'!  I quickly knock him out with the butt of my spear.  When he comes aroung he provides us with a lot of valuable information.  I find that the Rapscallion leader, or Firstblade, a rat named Blackflash, commands 500 beasts (well, actually 480 due to our attack).  My patrol of twenty hares can't take care of them all by ourselves.  We'll all have to use hit an' run tactics.  I hate hit and runs, prefer a straight fight any day.  However, that's how the acorn falls.  So I gather my patrol and explain the plan.  We make camp, no cooking fires of course, in the hills.  At dawn we are marching.  Our Galloper spots the Rapscallion camp up ahead.  My patrol fans out so it seems that we have a larger army than just twenty.  As the last hare reaches his place I fire the initial javelin, causing twenty other missiles to zip down upon the enemy.  Soon the Rapscallion camp is in total confusion, every beast fighting each other.  Blackflash races around trying to regain order.  His dashing brings him close to a hare. ZIP!  A javelin ends his racing permanently.  Seeing their firstblade killed the Rapscallions flee.  We take care of any heading the wrong direction.  "Who pinned Blackguts or whatever his name was?" I ask.  "I did sah," said the young hare who's first battle this had been.  "What's your name?" Starflight, sah," "Well shot, Starflight.  Now let's go HOME!"  We all dashed off, hoping that some supper was still left back at Salamandastron.
------Written by Rockjaw Grang
Mission #3
   I knew the two who died. Two young rabbits, they were. Both brothers, their mother died giving birth to them. One was a great warrior, Starflight was his name. Hurled javelins like you have never seen before. Was missing a paw, it must have been chopped clean off, when we found him in the cellers. Poisoned knife in his back. The other was Ceder. Good worker, he was, and helped build the addition to the cellers on Salamandastron. He didn't know that that very pit would be lurking the foe who brought him to death. Poisoned, he was, eating and drinking. My good leader, Tammo, had some leads though. Other goodbeasts had been seeing black figures lurking the the cellers, "Ghosts" they called 'em. But with his own eyes Tammo reported seeing a black fox and ferret. They could be the ones poisoning. Tammo assigned me to clear out the place of whatever foe was lurking it those dark depths. I agreed, but fear was in my heart. Badgers can endure knife blows, but have no immunity to poison. I carefully crept down into the dark celler, the first half. The 2nd half, where Starflight's body was found, was lower, down a few flights of stairs into the very heart of our mountain. Did my paw tremble as I decended those steps into the torch flickering celler, with ale barrels sending dark shadow over the ceiling and walls? No, just an itch. Just an itch. I drew my sword and looked around. All I saw was large barrels full of food and drink, but no sign of any foebeasts. Wait...something moved! No, no just a shadow. But a shadow with fur? My grip tightened. All to suddenly a knife flew out of a crevice and hit me in the right shoulder. I winced with pain and turned to see a black fox, clad in a grey-black cloak, smiling. I grunted and said, "You scum! You are invading the great mountain of Salamandastron! Was it you who..." Still smiling but with the slightest of movement he removed a small bundle from his cloak pocket. He unwrapped it and held it in the light. Starflight's paw. The rest I remember very poorly, for all I could see was red as the bloodwrath came over me. I screamed the ancient badger war-cry, "EEEEEUUUUULLLLIIIIIAAAAA!! EEEUUULLLIIIAAA!" Red cloaked my vision as I ran towards the black fox, swinging my sword. Another knife entered me, and the pain of poision entered my veins. And another, and another. Blood streamed down my white and grey fur, but I went on. The fox realized taht he couldn't stop me too late, as I grabbed his neck. I should have thought...he would have been good for interrogation, but I couldn't stop myself. I took care of him quickly, a stab through the chest ran him through. Another twing, a bow. Before it even hit me, I swang my massive badger-sword and cut it out of the air. A black ferret was standing there, now full of fear, holding a bow still quivering. I lunged as he picked up a barrel of ale, preparing to throw. I hurled my sword and it met its mark well, the ferret fell dead to the ground, his blood mixing with the ale. Was some of that blood mine? My vision became cloudy, and I realized that the poison had taken its toll. All then fell into blackness... I awoke with the Salamandastron healers hovering over me. I opened my eyes wider and saw Tammo, smiling. "Good job, Irongrip. I knew you could do it. You will recover, but for now, Mission Accomplished!
----Written by Irongrip