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The two score of Long Patrol beasts and myself ran for the village as fast as our legs could carry us. Up ahead I could hear the sounds of battle taking place. I knew we were close. I drew my favorite javelin as I spotted the village. I shouted out the Salamandastron war cry, which the others joined in. “EULALIA!” Our shout pierced the air. The vermin turned to see us attacking from behind them. I charged in with my javelin. The two sides clashed with blades, spears, and axes. I blocked several vermin blades and spears. Pulling out one of my katanas, I gave the vermin one fine sweep. They fell to the ground in two pieces. I turned and staved the nearest weasel. The javelin went right through his body. I tossed the dead weight from my javelin and rushed to help Tajon. Some vermin had surrounded him. I threw my javelin. It killed three rats at one time. I pulled out my other katana and started to spin in a circle with the blades pointing outward. We hit them so hard that none survived to tell the story! Retrieving my javelin, I made sure everyone was all right. The otters had lost about ten. We lost none, but many were hurt. Soon we were heading back to Salamandastron.
--Written by Stonepaw
I tied my swiftly fraying crimson sash about my waist, thrusting my scimitar into it with a sense of urgency. Holt Stailatra was being attacked...not my birth family, I know, but they took care of me and raised me when I couldn't take care of myself. A few of the higher ranking hares I was taking with me were watching as I readied myself, respectful solemnity in their eyes. I smiled at them, shouldered Starpiercer and my quiver, and gave the signal to march out, with me at the head, rudder-tail swinging impatiently. We marched for two days down the coast, heading south, where the beach began to turn into jungle and rivers. Almost as soon as we reached the rivulet that my holt lives on, we could hear the sound of fighting. I felt my whiskers bristling, and I turned to the three score hares. "Aw right, troops! I know ye're not part o' me family, but where there's vermin, the Long Patrol's there t'fight 'em! On the count of
three...one, two, three! EEEUULALIIIIAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" "EEEEEEUUUULLLLLAAAAALLLIAAAAA!!"We charged, bashing into the head of the fray, I slashed quickly with my scimitar, careful of who I hit, but not where. The hares behind me struck out with sling, javelins, dirks, and their powerful hind legs. I saw at least four rats go flying, struck by the footpaws of those fighting hares. As the battle progressed, I noticed a particularly large stoat, fighting none other than Thimbar Lintlwake, my adoptive father. Thimbar had been a mighty fighter in his prime, known for his skills with curved blades and javelins, but his fur had been graying over the years, along with his bones and muscles. The stoat was slowly beating him back, cutting down forcefully with a strange, dark sword, until Thimbar's sabre was knocked out of his reach. I starting running forward then, but the fray was thick, and I made slow time. The stoat, grinning, impaled my father like some servile rat, and tossed him to one side, turning to face me. I snarled, baring my teeth and feeling my paws clench on my scimitar. The stoat kept grinning. Finally, frustrated with waiting, I charged, scimitar before me like a sheild.Our swords met somewhere in the middle with a loud clash. The stoat stopped grinning for once, and seemed surprised when my scimitar didn't break. I laughed hoarsely. "No heirloom of Holt Stailatra can be tainted by a dirty knife, vermin." I knew very well it wasn't a dirty knife. I was almost afraid of it. But I kept staring into the stoat's eyes, as our swords locked. Suddenly, the creature, jumped back, then forward again, trying to come down on my neck. I slid under the move, darting forward and impaling him as he had
Thimbar. He fell off my sword, a thud in the silence. The battle was over. We had won.I rushed to Thimbar, biting my lower lip viciously, afraid to speak. He rolled his eyes up at me and coughed weakly. "You...granddaughter....llllllongfletch..."His eyes stopped moving. I let out a choked yelp, and closed them for him, moving away.
Mission Accomplished.
~Kailia Silverstreak
Mission76:I was really concerned about this group from Redwall so when a search party was being formed I voulunteered to be the leader. My patrol of 1/2 a score hares and I set out for Mossflower. Crossing the mountains took us some time but we got through. As we entered Mossflower we found several dead foxes. Most were transfixed with what looked like squirrel arrows and sling wounds. But one, one was dead from a great wound to his stomach, like a wound my Longsword would make. As we traveled more days into the forest we found mice and squirrel prints. Thats when two runners ahead came back panting. "Wot bally happened?" Iasked. The smaller one of 2 answered:"We came across swampland and then we saw the toad camp. They had all the Redwall party,even the abbey warrior tied to stakes sir." So i organized my squad. Archers sorrounding the camp, slingers at the front, after firing two volleys each all beasts grabbed close range weapons and closed in. The toads were tuff fighters with there tridenets. After slaying a Stumbling one I ran for the stakes. The obvious king of the toads had grabbed a trident and headed after me so I turned around and locked blades. he wounded me in the shoulder. i dropped down and kicked his repulsive legs. He fell flat and I raised down my Longsword with a powerful swing and slew him with a quick thrust. We were winning the battle but the sheer numbers of the toads were taking their toll. I untied the Prisoners made them come to their senses and jumped back into the mell'e. When the Redwallers did come back to senses they grabbed there bows, slings and one legenadary sword and helped us. We won and made sure every toad was slain. Later the Redwallers expressed graditude. I told the abbey warrior it was nothing, just come to our mountain already!
-Torgorch
Mission #38: Stranded Sailors
By: Lacroon the Gallant

"Sah, only an inch or two left in the water barrel, an' some biscuits in the larder. No other vittles aboard, major." Perigord paced up to Lacroon who was standing at the wheel. Besides Perigord and Lacroon, six other hares had been traveling down the River Moss in this old ship. They had been chasing after a group of foxes and stoats who had reportedly taken up residence on an island hereabouts. Apparently the cook hadn't packed enough provisions, Lacroon would have to speak to him about that. "Never mind, old lad, take a rest." The large hare in charge of this trip gazed out at the seemingly endless expanses of water. The wind had died down to a calm breeze and some sparrows flew overhead. This was the first time Lacroon had sailed on a lake, much less captained a ship, and he hoped it wouldn't be his last. Just then, a hare named Briggandy yelled from atop the crow's nest, "I say, land bally well ho! Just a point t' the northeast!" "Hooray, is there anything else?" asked Lacroon excitedly. "Er, um, actually yes...a couple of jolly boats filled with vermin, the very ones were prob'ly lookin' for. And coming towards us as well, about a league off!""Hares, to arms! Slings and arrows ready, but don't fire till I say! Up sails, Albatore," cried Lacroon, drawing his beautiful longsword and dashing aft. "Ahoy, rabbits! Whatcha be doin' in our terr'tory, if I mays ask?" demanded an ugly stoat standing in the closest boat. "Ahoy, y'selves, filthy vermin!" shouted Lacroon. "Wot say y' shift y'selves before I get a mind to teach you a lesson about cleanliness!""Haharr, a funny rabbit, mates, warms the cockles of me ould 'eart! Cost y' vittles and treasure to pass through this part o' the water, mates, else we'll 'ave t' do the teachin'!" The stoat drew a cutlass from his tattered, red sash and his eyes began to glint eagerly. Behind him, the other score or two vermin followed suit. "Prepare t' be boarded!""Loose arrows, lads! Slings out! Get pikes and lances, keep the filthy rascals offa the ship!" Lacroon ordered, raising his longsword in the air and dropping it, signalling arrow shafts and hard stones to strike down three enemies. Lacroon raised his arm again shouting, "Righto, second rank, fire!" Another deadly rain fell down, one arrow piercing the leading stoat in the chest. The boats finally reached the ship, and the score-and-a-half vermin began to climb the anchor rope and throw up lines of their own to scale. The hares waited until five foxes had climbed onto the rope before cutting it swiftly. A shoal of pikes waiting nearby disposed of them rather quickly. The remaining foebeasts, attempting to take the ship were dispatched rather easily, with the six remaining stoats and foxes thrown into the brig for the trip back to Salamandastron. Provisions were found upon the island later that day, and at dawn the hares and prisoners set out again for the fire mountain.
Mission #81
Completed by Urthaxe
Crud! I've been kidnapped by my worst enemy, Arrod the ferret. He's taken me captive and are torturing me. I refuse to tell him how to get into Salamandastron, and I can see he is getting frustrated. He plans to kill me tomorrow. I can see my battleaxe but can't reach it. Good they have fallen asleep. As I gnaw through the rope I make plan to escape. I get out of the rope and take my battle axe and raise it to slay Arrod. The axe hits him with a thud and I am off to Salamandastron. As I get home I tell my story and get something to eat as we celebrate my return.