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Mission 7: Fugitive Fox
By Lacroon the Gallant

Lord Tammo shouted, "Seal off all exits! We can't let that prisoner fox h'escape! Two h'animals ta' each exit! Right, move, sahs an' marms, stations everybeast!" Hares and all manner of other goodbeasts hurried for weapons and then to their assigned guarding stations. "Lacroon! You and that young 'un, Swifty, an' you, Rosie--find that fox!" continued the distraught leader. Lacroon saluted gallantly, saying "Aye, aye, old chap, wot! Off on an' jolly ol' tiz-woz, wot wot! It reminds me of once, when I was nothin' more than a leveret when--" before Hon Rosie grabbed him unceremoniously by the collar and dragged him off downstairs. "No need fer that, ahem, marm. Just doin' me soldierly duty, doncha know. Right, now, if I were an h'escaped fox, where would I go?" "Probably not to a main exit, the fiend's a little too crafty for that, eh?" thought Rosie aloud. "I know," broke in the young recruit, Swifty, "he's prob'ly down in the larders! He'll wait for the activity t' die down, then make a break for it later! Which reminds me, I'm jolly well famished." "Good thinking, youngster, any ideas, Rosie?" "That's General Rosie t' you, Ensign! And no, I think Swifty's idea is a good 'un. We'll have a jolly spiffin' wheeze when we meet th' escaper, wot!" The three hurried down side passages and little-used hallways towards the food cellars. At the door, Lacroon held a paw to his lips for silence, then tip-pawed in slowly. He was soon rewarded by the faint sound of chewing and occasional gulp of some drink. Pointing to a good-sized barrel of flour, Lacroon motioned Hon Rosie towards the exit, in case the red fugitive tried to run for it. He then quickly pushed over the barrel, revealing a startled, dining fox sitting with his back against the wall, a sweet roll half way to his lips. Springing into action, Lacroon threw a net over his head and pulled the corners together, trapping the fox inside. The beast was fighting madly to escape, but only becoming more tangled by the second. "Gen'ral Rosie, dear, be a good gel and give me a hand here with the jolly
ol' vermin, wot? Quite the obstinate prisoner, wot? Swifty, go an' tell Lord Tammo and the rest of the mountain beasts that we've got ourselves a
fox, will you? There's a good chap." With the two Long Patrollers restraining the fugitive fox, Swifty dashed through the mountain with the news. Soon a large procession of hares, along
with Lord Tammo were grimly escorting the guest back to his apartments. Later Tammo caught up with Lacroon. "I wanted to tell you, Lacroon, you did a very good job of recapturin' the fox. There could even be a promotion in it." "Really, sah, y'mean like Captain Lacroon, the Gallant Hare of Salamandastron?" "No, actually I was thinking more along the lines of Lieutenant. But, it's a start." Chock up another one for the jolly ol' Salamandastron Hares, (an' other
creatures) wot!
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Mission #8: The Battle at the Tideline
By Lacroon the Gallant

"...Rockjaw Grange, Hon Rosie, Perigord, Swifty, an' you, Jumin is it?
Yes, that's it--all of you, suit up and get some provisions, chaps, Lord Tammo is sendin' the lot of us on a jolly ol' vermin fest, wot." After Lacroon had his squad of assassins assembled, the group waited till dark, then crept out of Salamandastron from a hidden back exit.Before them, on the beach lay a huge horde of searats, camped for the night. A few lone campfires blazed, but only the few sentries were awake."Pair up, everyone," Lacroon quietly ordered. "Each take a different corner of the ol' vermin horde, wot? I'm goin' out alone, pers'nally, doncha know. Have a little fun with the blighters, wot, but keep it all quiet, if the leadin' fellow catches on, we're in trouble. If you have to make a run for it, head for the edge of the forest, eastwards. We'll meet up there later, and sneak back to Salamandathingy. Any last questions? Then 'ave a jolly spiffin' wheeze, chaps and chapesses!" Each group split up, intent on wreaking havoc in the ranks. Lacroon came up to a tent nearby and listened to make sure everyone inside was asleep. He then undid the pegs and collapsed the tent over two astounded searats. Clawing and tearing at the fabric, they escaped, looked around, and spotted a sentry walking away from them. "Hey, Whilport, widjer do that fer?" demanded the larger of the pair, seizing the sentry rat . "I didn't do a'nothin, leggo o' me, Howza, or I'll report yer!""You know exactly whatcher did, an'..." Nearby vermin were beginning to wake and demanded to know what was going on. Lacroon crept further among the horde during the confusion. A rat caught sight of him once, but Lacroon ran him through quickly and donned the dead hordebeast's garb. It would now be easier to move among the enemies, he thought.Sneaking up behind three watchrats, Lacroon pulled out a pebble and hit the nearest one behind the ears with it. "Owch! Summat hit me on the back o' me head! Plewret, didjer do that?" asked the vermin victim."What are ye talkin' about, it was Yellertail o'er here..."Lacroon, still hidden put on a passable vermin voice and yelled loudly enough to wake nearby sleepers, "Don't lissen to 'em mate, Plewret did it, I's seen it!" Upon hearing this, the rats broke into an all-out brawl, whacking away at each other. Lacroon then called out, "I'm with Yellowtail, c'mon mates, let's get 'em!" This sent about a score of assorted vermin from their tents into the fray. Seizing the moment, Lacroon ran through the east side of the camp, yelling and screaming of a battle at the tideline. Eager fighters shuffled for weapons and went shouting down into the fight, which by now had joined the first disturbance that Lacroon had started. Looking around, Lacroon spotted his hares, obviously having done the same types of things. Small fights were everywhere, and many more vermin were rushing into the Battle at the Tideline. Speedily, the hares returned to the mountain, with news of the victory. Needless to say, Lord Tammo and Irongrip wouldn't have much adversity the next morning.
Mission #44

A finger of smoke faded into the evening sky as I rushed to help thefarmers control the flames. A slight wind had started, blowing away from me,and was spreading the fire in the direction of a lorge area of fertile land.There was a nearby stream, and a line of hares was hualing buckets from itto the fire, while more battered at the rising flames with wet blankets andrags. Ashes from the place where the fire had passed were thrown in its pathin a feeble attempt to slow it down. A crazy old hare was running around inhis pajamas shooting rocks and sticks at the sky and shouting "Gang nabbit!Bring us some jolly rain! You hear me!"As a hare maid half walked, half dragged him out of the way I tore off myshirt, duncked it in water, and beat at any thing red, orange, and yellow.Flames sizzled, died, and started again as I swung madly. "Umpf!" I hitsomething hard. "Easy there, young 'un!" I didn't stop to see who wastalking. The hares had been split, half and the back and half at the front,but the flames were too much for the small group at the front, and wereslowly creeping to surround them from either side. I ran back to the waterline and told them to carry the buckets down to the front, and the keep thesides of the fire from moving out. Taking a bucket in either hand, I ran asfast as I could with their wieght and splattered the water over the sidethat was closest to the ones at the front. The other hares got my point andrushed to move the flames back as the last glimmers of sunlight faded. Thewind suddenly stopped. We had kept the fire at bay long enough so that, withno wind to spread it as much, it smoldered with nothing new to burn. A great cry arose from the hares as the last tongues of flame flickered and died.
Mission 42:When I found out that I was supposed to take as many prisoners as possible I knewI would need a speacial weapon ,luckily our infirmaryis well stocked with sleeping powder...when weaproached the camps there were only two guards, twowell directed shots from my longbow and that promblemwas taken care of.I had asked two owls to fly over thecamps with a sleeping powder invisble to the untrainedeye. within miniutes every creature in the camp wasknocked out.while the vermin were asleep my smallpatrol and I captured there weapons, bounded them withtwine and waited for them to wake up so we could marchthem back to are mountain of Salamandastron.exceptthey had a speacial rear guard that took us bysurprise, I rallyed are troops behind a sand dune anddirected are best archers,slingers,and javelins to theback and got all of are swordsmen and axers readycharge.as the foe started attacking us are backstarted to defend are position well and with are axand sword charge with me at the front with mylongsword the rear guard was soon demlished.the prisoners started to wake and we marched home!