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The Hares of Salamandastron
By Tammo's Salamandastron Club
Chapter One Written by Tammo

The hot noon sun beat down on the scarred head of Bloodclaw the Backstabber and his army. If one could see the cold, twisted evil stamped upon the ferret's face, it would seem to freeze even the sun's heat. The Evil One had traveled from the south, murdering, looting, and plundering where he went. He and his army had taken all. They had conquered all who stood up to them. Except for one. The badger. The thought of the huge badger made Bloodclaw's face cringe. Now he prepared for a real challenge:
They would take Salamandastron, and bring vengeance upon the badger. Bloodclaw smiled at the thought. The badger must die slowly...
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The many Salamandastron cooks were having quite a difficult time. A feast was being prepared for the new recruits of the Long Patrol, ordered by the great Badger Lord Ceteruler the Just. It was a fantastic celebration. The mess hall was packed with impatient hares, chattering excitedly about the feast and the Long Patrol. "Bring out the jolly ol' tuck, wot wot!" "I say, on the Long Patrol we'll get to see Mossflower Woods, wot?" "I hope there's enough flippin' food for us all." The hares would not be so merry if they knew there was a horde of vermin planning to attack the next full moon.

Chapter Two Written by Hon Rosie

Bloodclaw the Backstabber was marching in the front casting looks among his army. Bloodclaw was able to see who wouldn't make it and who would. Gesturing to his captins, he growled "Kill those four over there. They won't make it. Share their rations among you." "Aye-aye sire!" replied the captians, saluting their leader. Gesturing to the 2nd in command, Doomsclaw, Bloodlclaw said, "Get the horde to stop and rest. You see that little hill in the distance? That is where we strike next. Salamandastron." "Aye, Lord!" replied Doomsclaw, and marched away. "TROOPS HALT! EAT RATIONS AND REST!" yelled Doomsclaw. A few vermin scuttled over to him, bringing a place to lie down on, food, and drink. After setting them down they bowed, and quickly went away again. "Ahhh...Revenge." said Bloodclaw. "The sweet taste of revenge. Ceteruler the Just..." he sneered and made a terrible face, "the so called Lord of Salamandastron will be revenged on." Bloodclaw continued talking to himself, flexing and relaxing his metal claw hand.
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Badger Lord Ceteruler the Just looked around his hand dining hall, smiling at the new recruits of the Long Patrol. Raising his big paw for quiet, he said, "My faithful friends and new recruits! Today is a happy day for many of us." He grinned at the new recruits again and continued. "I hope you all enjoy this feast and remember it forever. You may begin the feast! Dig in!" Yelling and whooping with joy, all the young hares dug into their food. "Yess! Mountain ale, my favorite, wot!" "Aye, mine too. But try this flan! Its just spiffin, wot wot!" "More scones, GRRUUMMMUUPPPHH, this is good wot! Slurp! Ah the best, GLUM, I ever ate, wot wot!" Smiling at all the young hares that went enjoying themselves Lord Ceteruler sat down and began his meal. His 2nd in command, Swifter, said "Sah, I know this is supposed to be a happy day, but for some reason, wot, I am not." "Aye, I know what you mean my friend. I have the same feeling too. It is a bad one. After this feast, I am going to go down into the tunnels and look at the pictures, then sleep in the scented room and see if my ancestors will send me dreams." "Aye sir, that is a spiffen idea!" "Now, my friend, don't worry about it. I'll tell you if something is wrong. Enjoy yourself and congragulate the new recruits. If something is coming up,they will need to be ready and it will be hard on them." "Yessir!" Saying this, Swifter felt better and dug into his food while Lord Ceteruler looked on with a smile on his face.

Chapter Three Written by Tajon

    The rat captain Sharpsnout, was sharpening his knife. His companion, Ulaber, was watching him. "Are you sure we can do this? I mean, Bloodclaw has spies everywhere. And if he sees us..." "He won't, stupid, that is why we will live. We don't get seen. We sneak in, kill the brute, and then assume leadership over his army. It couldn't be easier. We are his favorite captians. He would have wanted us to take over if he died." "Yes...but I'm worried. About that Doomsclaw, I mean. He has quick eyes. He could see a black mouse in the dark with no stars or a moon! And his knife throwing ability..." "Listen, dummy. I've just given him a gift of new Mossflower Ale! He can't resist that, and he will be drunk before you know it. Now come on. We'll meet back here at 11 o' clock tonight." They both nod and walk away, knowing that Bloodclaw wouldn't live through the night.
        Bloodclaw was enjoying himself. His army was very loyal, and they would march anywhere he wanted them too. "Even to the fire-mountain itself." he told Doomsclaw, stabbing a knife in his map. "These are the best vermin you willl ever set eyes on. Besides me, he he he. I'd kill a baby just to get its candied chestnut, eye Doomsclaw?" Doomsclaw didn't answer. He was staring out over the hordes, watching something. Bloodclaw stood up, and smartly grabbed Doomsclaw by the cloak and stuck his sword to Doomsclaw's neck. "Now, stoat, you listen to me good. When I talk to you, you answer! Got it?" He pushed the sword further into his neck, pocking a small hole. Doomsclaw stuttered, "Sorry, lord. Just looking, lord. Over the army I mean. Didn't hear ya. S-s-sorry." Bloodclaw removed the sword and turned around. Then he quickly spun around again, catching Doomsclaw's face with his iron paw. Doomsclaw fell to the ground, while Bloodclaw laughed. "Stupid, stupid. How did you ever get this high? Call to me Sharpsnout and Ulaber. Now!" Bloodclaw left the tent, the left side of his face bleeding. Bloodclaw returned to his map, and slowly cut out the picture of Salamandastron. "Now...badger. I'll get you. I'll get you for what you did to me!" He threw the picture of the mountain into the fire, watching it burn. "I'll get you...I'll get you..."
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Ceteruler was dreaming. He was wandering the shores near Salamandastron, when he saw something off in the distance. Or someone. The large figure approached. Ceteruler looked around, but there were no weapons, or an army. If this was a vermin, he couldn't fight back. He saw the figure getting nearer, and nearer, then he recognized the shape and gasped, as the beast approached the mountain. The form suddenly changed, and Ceteruler recognized him.
    It was his son.