Prision Pit 2
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Kipplan
I always put on camouflage stripes before going out on patrol. Well,
today I was getting rather bored patrolling the area, when I spotted
four bickering shrews. They were rather fat little things with
rapiers. They were no problem to me, and I decided to have a little
fun. I drew out one of my dirks and threw with all my strength at the
nearest fattest shrew that was arguing. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Look at
Runnler! He’s been pinned through his stomach to the tree! And
indeed, I had pinned the fat one to the rowan. The rest of the shrews
drew out their rapiers and began heading in my direction. I couldn’t
see how those fat little targets were going to get me. I melted back
into the woods and followed one of the fat bunglers around for awhile.
It took him quite a while to realize that I was there. I was
wondering what surprised him more, finding me or finding that his
head had a dirk growing in the top. He was gone without a sound. I
pulled out my dirk and washed it in the stream. Then one of the other
shrews saw me and started after me. He was annoying, and chased me for
about an hour. He tired out fast and got a mangled face as the bumbler
crashed right into a thorn bush. I knocked him at the base of his
skull, and he passed out like that. Threw his body in the river and I
went after the other one. They were together around their camp, and
they soon fell asleep. I knocked them both unconscious, and started
dragging their fat hides back to Marshank. Those shrews were really
clumsy. I even wondered about taking the one I caught back to Marshank
as slaves, since he would probably knock everything over. I disarmed
him, and tied them with some cord in their packs. I managed to get his
name, with a bit of starvation and thirst, and his name
was Kipplan and. Then I began hauling his hide back to Marshank.
Wonder what the shrews were arguing about though.
captured by:Wolfsbane
Fraggion
I was doing a mission for my lord Hisk and there was about seven shrews
hiding in the trees. All of the sudden they jumped out surrounding me.
I quickly slew one of them and stabbed another in the foot paw with a
sharp stick. He lunged at me. I caught his blade and with one wuick
movement snapped it in two. He tried to run off and I threw my rapier
at him stabbing him in the back killing him. I jumped to the side and
snapped one of their necks. THe five left tried to jump on me, I
stepped to the side and they all knocked heads together. I strapped
four of them to a tree with gags and leg ties. On the other I used rope
and put a noose on his neck in case he wanted to run off. Then, I
strapped his hands together behind his back and tied the neck rope to a
tree. I made him watch me slit all their necks. I walked back and
threw the shrew into the pit after I had remove the ropes.
captured by:Saxon
Mishinn
I was taking a leisurely walk through the woods. I was wistling and all
of the sudden an arrow was shot at me and landed in the ground right by
my ankle. I spend behind a tree, waiting for a creature to come looking
for me. Of course as I had anticipated the creature, a tall and lean
Otter waltzed out. Probably content with making me run away. I jumped
on top of hime and undid my bandana and tied it around his hands and
ripped his habbit to make a gag. I tied him to a tree with a peice of
rope I found near by, how convienient. I asked him his name, and it
took some coxing from my blade to get it out of him. I told him I
wouldn't hurt him, but I had to bring him back to my king anyway so he
could see him. I put the rope I tied him to the tree with around his
neck to lead him back to the castle, a trademark of mine. When I got
back I told him I had to blindfold him so that he couldn't see you my
lord. I took him to the pit and undid his hands neck and blindfold and
pushed him into the pit! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
captured by:Saxon
Rabble
As I watched the family of hares go back into their home I began to
make a plan. Our prison pit was in need of slaves so I was sent out to
get some. I found some tracks and they led me to this family. They
didn't look like a fighting family so I figured it would be easy to get
them. Walking up to the door of their house I threw some dry grass on
it. Then striking some flint caused a fire! I stepped back and waited
for them to come running out! Just as I thought they all dashed out the
door, coughing and gasping for air. Grabbing the two dibbuns I started
to run back to Marshank. They would make good slaves once they were
older. As I ran, one of them bit me on the paw and I dropped them both!
Before I could pick them up the father jumped on my back! I turned and
pulled out my axe, gutting him in the first swing! I turned back for the
dibbuns to find the mother running off with them! Pulling out my sling
I always carried I flung a rock at her hitting her in the head and
killing her! She dropped the dibbuns. Running over I noticed one was
bleeding from the head! Leaving him there I grabbed the other one and
headed back to Marshank!
captured by:Darklan the Deadly
Wugger
One day as I was walking along on watch inside the woods I heard a strange
commotian coming from a clearing farther ahead.I ran and hid in the brush
around the clearing and saw a fight between a big burly hedghog and a
weasel that was obliviously a thief and had been trying to steal from the
creature. The hedgehog seemed to be winning the fight as he stuck a quill
straight through the weasels footpaw. The weasel screamed in pain and
stabbed the hedgehog in the arm with his dagger. The weapon went deep into
the arm but the hedgehog seemed not to notice as he hoisted the weasel over
his head and threw him straight into a big thorn bush not far from my
hiding place.The weasel got up full of scrathes and was bleeding from head
to toe. The weasel took out a wicked looking sabre and slashed at the
hedgehog. Quickly the spiky hog jumped out of the way but suffered a deep
gash down his side as he flew. The hog then jumped up and lashed out with
his shortsword. The sword went straight through the weasel's arm and he
screamed in pain. Taking that advantage the hedgehog ran his shortsword
through the weasel's scrawny neck slaying him. I quitly sneaked around to
the hedgehog's backside and grabbed him by his neck. I knocked the
shortsword from his hands and put my scimitre to his neck. I searched the
dead weasel and found a valuble looking statue of a hedgehog made of pure
silver. I took that and the weasel's rapier and led the hedgehog bak to
Marshank to be put in the prison pit.
captured by:Darkblade
Girard V
I was being attacked by those fools from RAIM and I decided tht I was
going to jump into a tree for more protection. Of course when I ran
into the trees I heard all sorts of cheering coming form the forest. I
then, heard lots of feet marching away. I ran out and picked up a bow
and some arrows from a creature I had killed. So I decided to take it
upon me to kill some or take a few captive. I ran as quietly and as
quickly as possible and caught up with them. I hid in the woods and
shot an arrow at the marching fools. Hit my target. I ran to the other
side and shot once again killing another. My elusion worked and they
believed that there were more then one and started to flee. As they did
I grabbbed a tired one and ran away. I brought him to the pit and
pushed him in.
captured by:Saxon
Dorjulo
I was hunting for a quail not far from Marshank. A quail sat in a bush, not far from me. I fired an arrow. but the quail was hit on the leg. It fluttered into a larger bush. I didn't pay attention. An otter was skipping in a small river, followed by an older one. The older one said, "We're not supposed to be hear, Dorjulo." I smiled. Notching an arrow, I secretly agreed with the otter. Too bad she wouldn't be around to tell anyone about Dorjulo. I jumped infront of the pair. I slayed the large otter. I was so close, that the arrow went right thtough her, and slayed the quail. Dorjulo whimpered in fear. I took the quail, and saw eggs underneth it. What a lucky find! King Hisk would be happy to get a slave, eggs, and a quail, all right.
captured by:Chief Shoangore
Jordern
I was in a trap with 2-score of vermin. 10 mice pelted up with stones. Putting up our shields, we charged. I chopped 2 in half. Soon, the mice were dead. I had lost 5, a heavy loss, since we were so little. Suddenly, a small badger and 40 dibbuns charged through a bush. My archers got 10 down before the babes hit us. Small as they were, they were vicious. I could tell that the mice we killed were their parents. But soon, we hacked, smacked, and trodded our way to victory. 39 babes lay in a puddle in blood. The ringleader lay on the ground, my gullwhacker swinging around his head. Quickly, we killed the badger, and the remaining 1 score of us went back to Hisk.
captured by:Chief Shoangore
Lornough
I was out alone, looking for food for the horde.Suddenly, I heard a scream! Quickly, I ran out to investigate. There, in front of me, was a giant adder, a shrew in it's mouth. 5 Shrews cowered in a bush. Knowing I could get more food for myself, I put an arrow in a bottle of poison. Firing, I scored a hit into the adder's mouth. The bottle broke, and the poison took it's toll. The adder fell, dead. The shrews pulled out their rapiers, so I took 3 down. Then, I charged, and killed another, wounding the last one in the process. Pulling the wounded one to Marshank, I grinned.
captured by:Chief Shoangore
Shavolokwawa
I was in Mossflower woods when I realized that I was being followed, I
swung my head around to reveal a pair of eyes staring at me. I quickly
drew my dagger from my belt and let fly to it to where the eyes were, I
then realized that they were gone, I continued to throw daggers left and
right till I ran out, then a voice from the trees,
"Wooooollllaaakkkeeeeee!" A huge arrow hummed by me to bury it self in
the tree next to me. I threw a huge rock at the source and a fat
hedgehog fell out. "Let Shavolokwawa go, it rasped." Shavollwhat? And
why should I, you attacked me you know." With out further ado I smashed
It on the head with the hilt of my dagger.
captured by:Leigon
Rossin
I was out in the back of Marshank practicing throwing dirks at an old
dead tree, when I heard a sound from behind it. I walked around the back
of the woods carefully, and spotted the silly ol' mouse. From the looks
of it, he seemed like he was starving. He carried an old sword close to
paw, which looked like it would snap if you blew on it. I blended into
the trees, and stood right next to him, for quite a while. I noticed
that he had a pouch full of somethin'. Maybe some valubles........I
might want to take them after I knock the ol' mouse between his peepers!
Suddendly, the mouse gets up and trods on my paw. He looks around, and
gives me one right between the ribs. I get up panting for breath. Hmm,
he's pretty strong for a rag bag like him. He pulls out his sword, and
starts the ol' circling. He lunges, and I block his blade with my own. I
give a swift kick to his sword, and what happens? It snaps! I see no
point in doing anything further, so I starts towards him. "You'll never
get me! my name's Rossin, and your kind will never take me!" " Thankee
for telling ol' Wolfsbane your name." I throw a dirk, pinning his rags
to the dead tree. I walk over, and dodge the punches and kicks he aims
at me. I give him a hard one right between the eyes. He passes out. I
get that pouch from him and look inside. What do I find? A day's
spoiled rations. Ugh. Then I haul his hide into Marshank and throw him
in the prison pit. And his spoiled rations.
captured by:Wolfsbane
Malix
One day, I jumped off the Darkqueen. I saw some moles retreating into the woods. It was too late to go after them: they had disappeared. The next day, I saw them leaving again. So I waited for the moles to come again. I saw them leaving, which was a strange thing, for I had been watching for them to appear. I took 5 arrows, all poisoned, Instead of using one at a time, I put all of them at once, and let go. The special-flighted arrows skimmed off, veering off into different directions, thank to the feathers. All the arrows hit separate targets. I whipped out my sling, and knocked the last one unconscious. When I saw what they had, HELLSTEETH!!!!!! They were holding chests of gold, jewelry, and treasures! I stacked the chests on the unconscious mole, and selected the best jewelry and donned them onto me. Then, I headed back to Marshank.
captured by:Chief Shoangore
Algerd the shrew
It was a rainy night. I was searching for a money sack near to Salamandastron, and I was walking near Camp Swam, a Long Patrol camp. I decided to explore the camp, because in Camp Swam there were some swords and supplies, and I decided to sneak into the biggest tent. I entered into the tent, but into there was a shrew. "Hey, you, vermin", he shouted "Why are you trying to sneak into Algerd's tent?".Then, he took a broadsword and said :"Prepare to die!" .He launched against me his sword, but it didn't wound me. Then, I shot my arrow against the shrew. He felt wounded to the ground, then I took the armies, the swords and my enemy. Then, I arrived to Marshank and I have given Algerd to you, my sir Hisk.
captured by:Nightflame Fabius
Cloe the Otter
I was out fishing on my boat, looking out on the calm, blue water, when a
ripple appeared on the starboard side. An otter head poked up out of the
water and looked up at me. "Hello, Matey! I'm Swimfin! Me an' me mateys
were swimming around, and we're mighty hungry, could you spare us a bite to
eat?" Obviously the fool had mistook me for a goodbeast! "Sure matey, hop
aboard, I'll get some soup!" All the sudden, the water was crawling with
otters. They hopped up onto the deck, seven in all. I went into the galley
and brought out a huge pot of soup. Secretly, I slipped a vile of sleeping
powder into the soup. All of the otters ate their fill, except one small
female. Shortly after, all of the otters were sleeping soundly except the
girl. I took the stirring stick out of the empty pot and cracked the girl
otter over the head. I tied them all up and smiled. A job well done. I took
the girl and locked her in my cabin, arrived at Marshank and had her thrown
into the prison pit. I went back to the boat, sailed out a fair distance, and
heaved the unconscious otters overboard. Even otters can't swim with their
paws bound.
captured by:Nightshade the deadly
Streamblower
As I walked in the moonlit beach, I noticed a fire. Pulling out my crossbow, I sneaked up. 5 shrews
sat by a fire. by them, a wreaked longboat sat unhappily. One shrew guarded the fire. Suddenly, 13 more shrews marched out! I fired 4 arrows, felling 2. They looked around, but I hid in a ditch. Firing 9 into the night, they felled 7 like thunderbolts. 2 lay wounded. The remaining 9 drew their rapiers. I jumped out, twin swords drawn. I felled 3, and rolled, as one stabbed my footpaw. I gutted the shrew, while slashing one's head off. A shrew got me from behind. I cut him neatly in half. The four ran off. I slung rocks at them, killing 3 and stunning 1. I dragged him back, despite my wounds.
captured by:Chief Shoangore
Hare
One day during lunch, I decided to go over to RAIM to do some
spying. I walked through the forest, when I suddenly dodged behind a
tree. An arrow buried itself deep inside the tree. “ Trespasser,
vermin, show yourself!”, a voice said from the trees. “ As you wish.”
I stepped out from behind the tree, standing in front of a squirrel
holding a bow, and a quiver of arrows. “What are you doing on RAIM
territory fox?” he demanded. “Heehee, you think a I’d tell you? Here,
I’ll let you take me to you like prison.” The squirrel took out a
sword saying, you better not try anything funny fox, or your going to
be hangin’ from that tree yonder.” He took me to a RAIM camp, and tied
me to a tree. They took my dirks and all my other various blades. When
the camp was asleep and there was only two night guards left awake.
I easily slipped the ropes. I melted back against the trees, becoming
one with the shadows and rocks. I got my dirks and blades then quickly
slew the night sentries. I went into the captains tent and took all
the parchments I could find. I hid them in my cloak, then started back
to Marshank. One of the mice woke up, and saw me retreating. “The fox
is escaping! The fox is escaping!” He yelled. Curse his rotten eyes I
mumbled. The whole camp came storming after me. The fools. They all
went scattering after me through the night forest. I got back to their
camp while they were looking for me. I went back to the captain’s tent
to see if there were anymore parchments. A half awake hare walked
right into the tent. “Vermin in da’ camp chaps! Vermin in the tent!
Ambush! Ambush!” Hmm. Those hares are always yellin’ and scoffin’. I
gave him a slash across the kisser and a rock on the noggin. He went
out like a light. I got back to Marshank with the hare across my
shoulders. I tossed him in the prison pit. I went to the barracks and
opened the parchments. What do I find? Plans for extending the cellar
for the Abbey. I never get any luck. Actually I do. Just the bad luck.
captured by:Wolfsbane
Javalyn
While on patrol with only five soldiers behind me, I led them onto the
coast of Marshank to capture the runaway slaves that fled the night
before. As order from my leader, Hisk, I was to kill the trio of slaves
as a punishment and bring back their fangs to prove there dead. My pet,
kestrel, Godeen, shrieked as we approached a group of slaves bundled
together near a fire.
"Stop!" I ordered my force. Gesturing my paw to show them to follow me,
I led them behind a sand dune.
"Lookee, Nightsun! Them slaves be a righta there!" a soldier calledout.
I cuffed him behind his ears and said in fury, "Shut up, half-wit!
They'll hear you!" Constructing a plan of attack, I whispered to my
patrol as they laughed at how stupid the runaways were to ever think of
escaping Hisk's fortress.
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My crew and I formed a pentagon and surrounded the camp. Unaware of our
plan, they talked of how they escaped Marshank.
"Hehehe! Did you see the vixen's face when we escaped! She was turning
as red as an cherry!"
"Yeah! Nightsun sure is an idiot. Too bad I didn't hit her wit' me sling
when I had a chance. Cruel one, that un' Sharadan!"
The two hedge pigs kept on laughing as I held on to my temper. Then, the
third of the trio, a young male mouse, appeared from he shadows. His
name was Javalyn. The strongest slave we had. He started to rebel weeks
ago and it ended that the other slave captains lashed at him. I hurt him
the most, hitting him whenever I had the chance and almost always
halving his rations of food and water. Yesterday, he slew the guard of
the weaponry room and stole one of Emperor Hisk's most prized spear and
sword. And a master swordsman he was. Before he left, he vowed to slay
me. He hated me.
"Curse her name! Ever since I was captured as an infant, that vixen
treated me as dirt. Scumpaws! That's what she used to call me! I swear
by the wind and rivers, I will kill her as she did my parents! I will
kill her!!!"
Godeen to drop from the sky, to signal the others to attack. I let loose
an arrow. The arrow found its place through the hedge pig' neck, killing
him instantly.
"Run!" cried Javalyn. Javalyn knowing he could not outrun my arrows, ran
zigzags, abandoning his friend. My friend, Jaden, let loose another
arrow and killed the remaining hedgehog. But I was too caught up in
watching Jaden kill the pig that I lost sight of Javalyn. Zzipp! A
stone flew pass me. Behind me stood Javalyn, spear in hand.
"Don't move vixen!" I stood still but relaxed as I talked.
"Javalyn. What a shame!" I said in an fearless and cool tone. "You
shouldn't run away from Hisk's. That calls for severe punishment."
Javalyn cursed, "Shut your snout, Sharadan! I promised I'd kill you, and
I will. Good bye, Scumpaws!"
"TTSSSEEEERRR!!!!" Godeen yelled from above. Javalyn looked up. Taking
this opportunity, I took out my sling and hit Javalyn on the backside of
his head. He fell down.
"Haha!" I laughed as Godeen perched on my shoulder. Javalyn started to
wake up. "I would've killed out here and now! But think you will be fun
to play around with. You'll be my personal slave. When I had enough of
you, Emperor Hisk will decide you fate. You're a coward! Leaving behind
your friends. You were born a coward and you'll die a coward. To the
Prison Pit, for you, Javalyn!"
captured by:Nightsun Sharadan
Bleat
Me an the crew of the Deathwake where dow south a bit. We coaught
sight of this huge gallion. As we got closer we saw that it was a good
beast ship and a good chance to get some slaves. Are artures fired fire
arrows in to the hall of there ship. The fire spread all over the ship and
in the confution we tide ropes to the ship and climed over. I whent after
this samll shrew. He hid behind this barrel and he thought I could not see
him. But I did matey. I sneaked up behind him and put mt dagger to his
throught. I told hom to drop his dagger or he will see the darkgates. He
did what i said. By this time the good beast ship was about 5 miniutes from
going under. So I hurryed and tide up the shrew and loaded him on the
Deathwake. Then I noticed Slash still on board traped under a burning door
frame. I ran to rescue him. I riped the fallen door fram away and told
him to run for his life. Then a beast jumped on my back.
captured by:Dark Otter
Ploot
I slashed at the beast on my back with a dagger until he held a knife
to my throught. I thought I was dead meat until I looked down at the kinfe
it was a butter knife. The beast on my back said"drop the dagger" I
said"why you going to hert me with that." And I croped off the hand holding
the knife. The beast fell of me back and I turned to kill him. It turned
out it was just a crazy old mouse. I tide him up and was about to run when
I fellt water on my feet. The ship is going under. I saw that there was no
time to run so I held on to the old mouse and held my breath. As the boat
plunged under i fely my self geting sucked down ward. When I came to my
sences I was on the good old Deathwake. And I held on to the old mouse the
hole time so I got 2 slaves. A nice days work eh!
captured by:Dark Otter
Fine Rose
I was up on this little green island ya see. And I heard this prity
song. So I whent to see how was maken all the noise. I came to this little
clearing with a small water spring. Siting on the this old rock was Finr
Rose. I said " what ya name" She was scared of me I saw it in her face.
She mumbled "Fine Rose" I asked "can ya give me grub." She said " no you
evil mouse" So I pounced and clawed her face to it was sooooo ugly you could
barf at the site of it. Then I washed the blood off my hands and asked a
once more"can ya give me some grub" She had a old sounding voice now and
said. "Noo scum" So I pounced once again and clawed out one of her eyes. I
atacked tell she had nothing but her ugly now deformed body. She could no
longer talk. And I found that she never had any food on her. Too bad eh.
So I took her back to the ship to be a slave. She when freely but I can say
what use she is she can't talk,see she is ugly and and barly walk after my
attacks. Oh maybe she can be fun to wip!
captured by:Dark Otter
Little Warrior
One day ya see me and my mates Wind Death and Killer Mouse where
board. So we when to go get us some slaves. We took a small boat to the
main land near Salamanderstron. There we left the boat and whent to go get
us some slaves. As we neared the place Killer Mouse got scard he said there
are too many warriors. But I got some sence in to him with my wip. Near
mid-day a battle cry was heard"eullluleeea" I thought we where dead. But it
turned out to be only 2 baby badgers. But mate could they fight. One
pounced on Killer Moouse and the badger clawed him bad. I hacked that one
appart. It was too late my good mate Killer was a goner. Mean while Death
was hit in the head with a rock from the sling of the other badger. He was
out cold. I attacked and choped off the hand of the badger with the sling
in it. Then thr badger scrached me bad. I got mad and gat a big rock and
knocked it out. I tide it up and me and Death whent back to make the Little
Warrior a slave. Hehehehe :)
captured by:Dark Otter
Lizzy
I found this rabbit looking in an apple tree near the shore. I made sure that she didn't see me. I watched her patiently. She seemed to gather the fruit and empty them onto the floor, which then they disappered into. I sneaked around the rabbit, using stealth and camoflauge. She instantly noticed me, so i reated with lighting speed. I grabbed her and clamped my paw over her mouth so she wouldn't be able to cry for help. I pushed her along like that, until i got to the pit. That is how I captured this slave for you.
captured by:Dark Otter
Sleak
I found him one day while I was out target shooting against a tree with my longbow.I heard a russling in some near by bushes,and shot an arrow into them.I heard a short squeal,and then a young sea otter came running at me,brandishing two shortswords.I threw my bow down and drew my longsword,ready to fight.He slashed me in the eye,and i slashed back,cutting one of his swords down.He threw his swords down,and jumped on me with a will to kill.Knowing he would make a great slave,i drove the hilt into the side of his head and brought him in.
captured by:Dark Otter
Fobb
Well, I was walkin' down a path in Mossflower, lookin' for some chow, after I got separated from our troup, an I heard voices ahead o' me. I set up a trip wire, for a little fun, (I thought it was my group) an' ducked in the bushes just in time. It was a group of about ten or fifteen otters. As they walked past one tripped the over the wire and fell down. One of the others turned around, and said "Fobb, are you alright?" He said "Yea, I'll go back o camp." As soon as the others were out of sight, I stepped out of the bushes and tied 'im up. We marched around the forest until we found every one else. They had just sent the other otters packin'!
captured by:Dark Otter
Gamblor II
a stupid This is odd I thought he is not runing. This will be not that much
fun. I walked over and said. "How are ya little guy" He said "pllleee dont
hit me" He was frozen with fright. Harharhar! So I had some fun. "I wont
hit you." I said. "Lay down please" Dum thing did that. So I took out my
rope and tide him up "NOW I HIT YOU" I said and I took out my sling and
smached him a few times tell he was out cold.(continued
) There we were, in the caves, Hisk and I. We were searching for the power
crystals of UaguDaugooGamboo. But when we got there, the Sentinel told
us otherwise. "I, Gamblor II, son of the almighty Gamblor was sent by
the Third Order Alliance to kill you. You are wanted because you seek
the power crystals. They contain information and power only known by the
Alliance and they want to keep it that way."
What were King Hisk and I to do? The it struck me. When I captured
Gamblor, I used a rock and hit him square between the eyes. I searched
around for a rock to throw. But before I could find one, King Hisk
pulled out his spear and I pulled out my battle axe and together we
conquished the almighty Gamblor II and gained the power crystals.
Captured By: Death From Above
jabest
I was walking on a patrol around Marshank when I heard 3 creatures
talking around a bush. I quickly and silently crept over to where they
were and before the three mice knew what happend I was on them in a
flash. The first mouse drew a small dagger and swung at me a few times
so I slayed him with my hatchet very swiftly. The other two tried
running ,but did'nt get very far before I caught them by the collars of
thier shirts. Then one of them cut me in the arm with a dirk of some
sort, my hatchet got him right in the face he fell lifeless to the
ground. The other mouse was very scared and asked me what I was going
to do with him I told him I was taking him to Hisk at Marshank he
shuddered with fear. So I tied his arms together and hauled him off to
Marshank.
Captured By: Mousedeath
Prankle
I was being pursued by about two score RAIM beasts as usual. I ran
right toward the River Moss. I jumped into the river. Of course, the
otters had to follow, considering I stole the battle strategies. I
jumped back on shore and ran toward quicksand. I was very familiar
with the area, and swung over a vine to the other side. I quickly cut
hte vine and sat down on the other side. The otters came running after
about 10 seconds, and because they didn't see me swing across, they
stepped right in. I sniggered. Heehee, those stupid animals thought
that they could catch me! Suddenly, a heavy paw landed on my shoulder.
It was a hedgehog. He grabbed me by my neck and said, "I'm a takin'
you ter Redwall, an' you'll feel the pain you caused others!" Then the
fool started half dragging me back in the direction of Redwall. I
slipped out a dirk and cut his wrist. He yelled in pain, and dropped
down on the grass. Soon, I heard squirrels in the treetops. I slipped
back into the forest mixing in with the shadows. I saw the squirrels
kneeling by the hedgehog. I heard them say, "Are you alright
Prankle?". I took out a dirk and threw it right into one of the
squirrel's head. It went through the other side. The squirrels quickly
got their bows, and went toward my direction. I got a few more dirks
and threw them from different areas of the forest killing the
remaining squirrels. I went back to the hedgehog. He was out cold. I
began to drag his heavy lug back to Marshank. The bad news was that
the battle plans were ruined in the water. *Groan* Doh!
Captured By: Wolfsbane
Mauri Redbrush, son of Jarice the Warrior Squirrel
Ever since I joined this 'ere Marshank, I've bin on the lookout fer prisoners.
One cool day a was taking a good brisk march through the forest to get some firewood. Birds were singing lovely, and crickets were chirping. Suddenly a smell tickled my ferret nose. It smelled like...sniiffff...yes! A pair of squirrels! I ducked into some ferns, where my excellent black fur camofloghed me. The two squirrels strode daintily by. They were both males, apperently they were father and son.
"Now, my son Mauri Redbrush, I will teach you the ways of a warrior squirrel, like your father before you," said the older one. I noticed a large sword slung over his back. So, this was the famous Jarice the warrior squirrel, and his son Mauri too!
The father squirrel was now about to teach his son the skills of fencing. But before he could draw his sword, I pounced on him, battle-axe drawn!
The squirrel, caught completely by surprise, hardley had the time to struggle. Three quick slashes took care of Jarice.
The son, Mauri, drew a rapier, and, eyes streaming with tears, hollered, "You scum! You killed my father, you...you...boohoohoo!" Then his tear-stained faced turned from sorrow to anger. He lept at me, slashing with his sabre for all he was worth! I swear, that creature had the strenghth of ten, and I was hardley saved with my proffessional skills with the battle-axe.
I finally managed to swing my axe around and catch him a blow to the head with the axepole. The stupid squirrel dropped senseless to the ground. I slung him over my shoulder and started back towards Marshank. Hisk would surely like this strong young squirrel as a slave!
Captured By: Patcheye
LightEar
As I was slipping through a forest nearby our boat, I noticed a "band" of two rats and one ferrett approaching. I stealthfully shrunk back into the underbrush, and waited to see if these fellows would be good slaves for our ruler, Hisk. The sparrows flew up in a twittering fit as the three approached. Then I realized that the ferrett has a chain around his neck and the chain was being held by the lead rat. "Slave Drivers." I whispered. "Good. These shouldn't be too hard." I silently placed my hand back on the hilt of my sword, and waited. the three began to pass me and I saw that each rat had a small dagger strapped on their waist belts. The rat at the end of the small procession, was holding a coiled whip, and looked nervously around. They stopped a few feet from my hiding spot. "L-l-l-look BloodPaw. I-i-i think that I see a mouse!" The rat that must have been named BloodPaw, grunted and groaned. "Aw, you scardy, stupid rat. That is just an old, knarly old stump. Quit acting like a coward you old boulder bottom." He then kicked the nervous rat on the rump, and he squeeled and jumped. BloodPaw laughed, a hehaw, snarfling laugh. "You should have seen yourself, TornEar. The look on your face..." he then burst out into another fit of histerical laughter. TornEar, angry, said calmly, "Ahem. I believe that we should continue. It's three days to the castle and I don't want to waste time!" BloodPaw, calm again. Nodded and snorted. "Aye. Three days, and I can't even see the end of this forest." Then BloodPaw smiled. "How about we stop for a snack? I'm starving and old LightEar here hasn't had anything to eat." And before TornEar could protest, BloodPaw plopped himself on a stump, and opened his pack. He took out something yellow and began to munch. LightEar sighed and also began to eat. The slave, LightEar, also sat down and the two gave him a piece of an oat. "Heh heh, have a nice lunch!" They laughed as LightEar sniffed the moldy oat. I then snuck closer to the sitting rats. And silently drew my sword. The two rats were in front of me at a distance at about 1 foot, and I could see their backsides. I then grabbed TornEar by his not-torn ear and thrust my sword at his back. He fell, lifeless, into the dust of the path. BloodPaw roared and drew his dagger, but my sword was already flying into his brest, and BloodPaw fell also into the dust. LightEar backed away and almost ran, but I grabbed his chain and snarled, "Running, little ferrett? I don't think so. Your going to make a very nice prize for King Hisk!" I then dragged him out of the woods, and began to start on the walk back to Marshank. I had a strong ferrett as my prize.
Captured By: BloodEye
2 otters
On reconnaisance last Tuesday I was stationed at the
shoreline. I had been watching the waves for several
hours when a storm began to brew and the sky turned
dark. I ducked under an outcropping rock for cover,
but the rain completely blocked my vision. When the
storm cleared, I left my seat and once again scoured
the waves. A battered longboat had washed up on shore,
apparently the victim of the storm. Nearby I found the
body of a full-grown otter, dead with his muzzle in
the sand. Huddled inside the boat were two otter
babes, one dead. I lifted the live one out and wrapped
it in a blanket; he will serve as a willing slave when
it grows. I found his older brother, who had been
thrown clear of the craft, unconscious on the ground,
and tied him up as well. I offer them both to you,
Hisk, as a sign of my loyalty and ability. Marshank forever!
Captured By: Embershard
Bilgor, A Hard-Working Mouse
As I, BloodEye the Marlfox, was roaming around the fortress in search of new slaves, I saw a nearby brown and red tavern with the door open, and inside I say waving lights, and drunken mice, and rats and other creatures of all kinds. I was thirsty and tired after searching all day for a slave, and decided to stop by to catch my breath and satasfy my thirst. I had also heard, all the way back at Marl Island so many years ago, that the taverns in are area were good for Cherry. I shrugged, and decided to start the short walk to the tavern. Inside the smelly, wet-floored building, I placed myself on a stool next to a strong young mouse. The mouse was drinking some kind of red liquid and was swinging around in his chair. I summoned the bartender and ordered a small glass of Cherry, and then leaned back and began to think about a slave. Suddenly the mouse next to me began to sing in a loud, wailing voice, "OOhhhhhhhhh! Swing around the brandy and guzzle it down *HICUP*! For I'm going to go to town, to town. To sell my wares for *HICKUP* 10 pounds or more, for my ol' name is plain Bilgor!" I stared in wonder at this apparantly drunk mouse, who was now swinging his filled glass around himself, and splashing red wine all over his clothes and the counter and on other guests. He then chuckeled, a dry, crackly chuckle, and opened his mouth very wide and tried to pour the wine in at arms legnth. But, the silly mouse only succeeded in poring the rest of the wine down the front of his shirt, and he laughed loud and wailing again, and then started his rediculaous song over again. The Bartender brought my bottle of Cherry to me, but I didn't drink. I was thinking about this strong mouse, who was now lifting up a table, and girgling a chuckling laughter as he fell and dropped the table on the floor. I walked quietly up to him as he was muttering very quietly in his crazy tune, "My wares for 10 pounds or moooooooorrrrrreeeeeeeee!!!!!!!" He then jumped up right next to me, and screamed right in my face, "FOR MY OL' NAME IS PLAIN BILGOR!" He then fell into histarical laughter, and fell again on the floor. I then picked up the mouse and his glazed eyes stared at me as his little red tounge hung out. He was defently out for the moment. I lay him on a table and walked up to the bartender, and whispered in his ear, "Uh, this old, er, oh yes, BILGOR needs my help. I'm his friend, you see, and I'm going to take him back to my place." The stupid bartender, thinking that his was all the truth, nodded and went back to his work. I slung the mouse, Bilgor, over my shoulder, and started back to Marshank. "Another slave," I thought, "For good king Hisk!"
Captured By: BloodEye
Nutbeak
When I was walking along the edge of the river looking for some fun,
I spotted something up in the air. It was flying along back towards a tree. I
followed it for a few minutes, then realized it was an owl. At first, I was
going to eat it, but then I thought I would bring it back for Hisk. I
followed it a little longer, then realized that he was flying back to his
nest. I followed him there, and noted the presence of a mother owl and two
chicks. I grabbed some strong reeds, and a stone. I threw the stone at the
owl with all of my might. It him on his wing, and with a cry, he fell to the
ground. I dashed over to inspect him. He had a white from, a largish beak, a
huge wingspan, and was speckled all over. I smiled, and brought him back to
Marshank.
Captured By: Bluefen
Rose
I was out on my way to the Guardians of Mossflower to fight, when I
noticed a young dibbun playing on the path. The little mouse had no idea of
my presence, nor of my waiting stone. The "poor" thing was arranging the
pebbles in shapes, a triangle, then a circle, then a square, over and over
again. I threw the stone, and it hit her on the head, stunning her. I dashed
over to look at her. She was quite small, but built well, she looked strong
for a dibbun, and I figured that she would be all right for little things,
serving food and whatever else. I picked her up. She was very light, with
tiny paws. Her fur was a creamy brown, and her yes were a deep black. She
wore a short blue habit with sandals. I took her back to Marshank.
Captured By: Bluefen
Kono
I was nearly asleep as I was at sentry duty when I saw a Badger creep his way from the beach. I wasn't afraid of a dumb old badger so I creep down to the gate, and slowly opened it. As I thought The badger was going to the gate. He was right in front of me before I relise he was Blind! I grab My ax from my side and hit him in the head with the flat side. "Hey!" shouted a voice from behind the Badger. From behind him came a Mouse waving a Long Dagger. I saw the badger was on the floor, uncostance so I step on him as I walk foward to the mouse. He kept walking away a step every time I took a step forward, We where at the beach when I struck at the mouse. He lept to the side and struck to my tummy. I step backwards just barly missed being hit. I grab some sand and threw it in the mouse's eyes. "Aggg!" he cried as he put his paws to his eyes. I seeing my chance hit him in the head with all my strength, He fell to the ground unconstance. I drag the mouse back to Marshank to become a Slave. When I got their I relise the Blind Badger was gone, all well, A seeing mouse was better then a blind Badger.
Captured By: Slash
Bumbo
I was once a-walkin' lookin' for summat to eat, such as some roots, an' berries, 'cuz the fishin' ain't been good. Then I coughed! Smokey air was enflaming my throat. "Cough, cogh augh Atchoo!"
Now I'm a beast learned enough to know that smokey air don't come without a fire to give it off. An' fires usually mean trouble. It means either that there's a forest fire goin' on, or that some creatures is havin' a camp. So I sez to meself, Patcheye, you go an' see what that fires for. So I snuck off in the direction the smoke was a-comin' from, and then I nearly stumbled right into a Dormouse camp!
I stopped meself just in time, an' now I ducked down into some bushes to watch. Now, you must understand, this was the area right betwixt the beach and the forest, there was plants here and there,
an' this was a right good clump.
So now I was hearing the family of Dormice cookin' up a delicious dinner. I smacked my lips. Soon it would be mine for the taking.
There were nine Dormice; a very plump grandfather, a lean father, a very slightly chubby mother, three fat sons, and three round daughters.
I snuck around behind the grandfather, and, right when he was about to burst into laughter at a very funny joke that had just been said, I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him into the air, my axeblade at his throat. "Don't move or this fat grandmouse dies!"
The rest of the family was horrified, to stiff to move. But one of the three sons, who happened to also be one of the bravest ones, stood up. "If you must kill him, please take me in his place. Please!" A single tear rolled down his cheek. What a perfect opportunity! "You, what's yore name?!" I commanded. "Th-they call me Bumbo, s-s-s-sir."
"Alright, Bimbo, or Bumbo, or whatever yore name is, yore gettin' those vittles for me, an' yore comin' to Marshank with me!" I threw the fat grandfather Dormouse on the ground and, before Bumbo had a chance to protest, I bound his hands and neck, made a leash, and led him back to Marshank. Bumbo was now a slave.
Captured By: Patcheye
Bilgor
As I, BloodEye the Marlfox, was roaming around the fortress in search of new slaves, I saw a nearby brown and red tavern with the door open, and inside I say waving lights, and drunken mice, and rats and other creatures of all kinds. I was thirsty and tired after searching all day for a slave, and decided to stop by to catch my breath and satasfy my thirst. I had also heard, all the way back at Marl Island so many years ago, that the taverns in are area were good for Cherry. I shrugged, and decided to start the short walk to the tavern. Inside the smelly, wet-floored building, I placed myself on a stool next to a strong young mouse. The mouse was drinking some kind of red liquid and was swinging around in his chair. I summoned the bartender and ordered a small glass of Cherry, and then leaned back and began to think about a slave. Suddenly the mouse next to me began to sing in a loud, wailing voice, "OOhhhhhhhhh! Swing around the brandy and guzzle it down *HICUP*! For I'm going to go to town, to town. To sell my wares for *HICKUP* 10 pounds or more, for my ol' name is plain Bilgor!" I stared in wonder at this apparantly drunk mouse, who was now swinging his filled glass around himself, and splashing red wine all over his clothes and the counter and on other guests. He then chuckeled, a dry, crackly chuckle, and opened his mouth very wide and tried to pour the wine in at arms legnth. But, the silly mouse only succeeded in poring the rest of the wine down the front of his shirt, and he laughed loud and wailing again, and then started his rediculaous song over again. The Bartender brought my bottle of Cherry to me, but I didn't drink. I was thinking about this strong mouse, who was now lifting up a table, and girgling a chuckling laughter as he fell and dropped the table on the floor. I walked quietly up to him as he was muttering very quietly in his crazy tune, "My wares for 10 pounds or moooooooorrrrrreeeeeeeee!!!!!!!" He then jumped up right next to me, and screamed right in my face, "FOR MY OL' NAME IS PLAIN BILGOR!" He then fell into histarical laughter, and fell again on the floor. I then picked up the mouse and his glazed eyes stared at me as his little red tounge hung out. He was defently out for the moment. I lay him on a table and walked up to the bartender, and whispered in his ear, "Uh, this old, er, oh yes, BILGOR needs my help. I'm his friend, you see, and I'm going to take him back to my place." The stupid bartender, thinking that his was all the truth, nodded and went back to his work. I slung the mouse, Bilgor, over my shoulder, and started back to Marshank. "Another slave," I thought, "For good king Hisk!"
Captured By: BloodEye
Banglor
After capturing lighter and Bilgor, I decided that a nice, refreshing swim would do me a bit of good, so I hiked to the edge of the beach, unstrapped my sword from my back, and lay it on the beach. I then walked into the freezing, icy water. I shivered but shrugged and jumped all the way in. It was very cold for a brief moment, and then, as my body adjusted, I floated on my back and basked in the warm sun. After a few minutes, however, I heard a laughing and a giggling from the bank. Two young male otters were perched on the shore, both wet, and I suspected that they also had been swimming. As one laughed again, it picked up my sword and stuck his tongue out at me. My one red eye glowed in anger, and I started to swim towards shore, but the two male otters dashed off, still carrying my sword. I roared in unexplainable anger, and climbed out of the chilly water. I ran after the two annoying otters, my clothes still wet and dripping, and my fur soaking me as I ran down the path. The dust of the road stuck to my wet feet, creating mud and this slowed my down. The two otters, still giggling, ran into a forest, the same forest that I had captured LightEar in. I smirked, for those stupid otters didn't know that I knew more about that forest then they knew about the back of their paw. I slipped into the underbrush, and snuck throughout the forest, silently. I almost walked right into a clearing, where the two young otters were now swimming in a small pool of water. One of the otters giggled and held up my sword. "That silly fox!" he giggled. "He probably don't know about our secret clearing!" The other otter rolled in laughter. "You're so great and funny, Banglor! What a great idea! This sword has a reasonably fine blade." Banglor drew the sword from it's scabbard, and it shimmered in the small patches of light that peered throughout the tall oaks, elms, and maple trees. My face grew bright red in anger, and looked around for something that I could use as a weapon against these rude otters. All I found was a long branch, but, using my claws, I was able to create a reasonably sharp point at the end of the staff. The two otters were still playing in the water with my sword, using it to cut small water plants and some grass near the bank. I crept around behind the two otters, and as silently as I had ever been, I thrust my staff with the pointed end through the otter next to Banglor. It shrieked, and then was silent. I removed my staff from the now dead otter, as his dead body floated in the water. Banglor, the otter with the sword, yelled and struck at me with the sword, but he couldn't fight with it as good as I could, and soon, I had poked his hand with my "spear" point, and he dropped the sword into the reddish black water. He yelped and I tackled him and, using some water plants, tied him up and put him on the bank. I then splashed my arms through murky water, trying to find my sword. I at last found it, tangled in some water plants, and I had to pull very hard and many a time before it finally jerked free. I put the sword into my sheath that was once again strapped on my back, and turned to the tied up otter, who was struggling and trying to untie the knots with his teeth. I took the butt of my sword and, with one quick "SMACK!" on his head, knocked the otter unconscious. I then put my sword back and grabbed the ropes holding the young otter's hands behind his back. I then slung him on my back, and headed out of the forest. "Young fool." I grumbled. "This creature will suffer a worse fate then death, he will become one of king Hisk's slaves!" I then carried the otter toward Marshank, and the slowly setting sun spread orange and pinkish colors all over the water.
Captured By: BloodEye
Pawsome
As I, BloodEye the Marlfox, was walking as I had so many times before in the dark forest, I noticed a young mouse, with a broad sword strapped around his back, approaching on the path. I crept into the underbrush and waited until he approached. But he never came to my spot. About 10 feet away he walked strait into the forest, off the path. I was confused and curious, so I stealthfully followed the mouse to a clearing, where, in a large lake, a little island with a house on it stood. A wooden bridge connected the bank to the island, and the mouse crossed the bridge and entered the house. I then recognized the mouse. It was Pawsome, a fierce warrior mouse, and a sworn enemy of Marshank. I then noticed that his house was surrounded by stakes, and on those wooden stakes, I saw, with a gasp, the skulls of rats, otters, ferrets, and even weasels, all facing the bridge. "This little mouse will pay for killing all these creatures!" I though, enraged. I then drew my sword, and walked right out into the clearing. But I hadn't taken my 2nd step when an arrow, shot from a high window, hit the ground before my feet, just missing. I ran, my sword still clutched in my paw, behind a large stone, while the arrow storm continued and rained down around my rock of protection. I then noticed, after a few minutes, that the arrows has stopped, and, peering out cautiously from behind my rock, saw the young mouse standing in the doorway of his house, his large sword drawn. He then yelled, "YEAHHH! AAAAATTTTTAAAACCCCKKKK!" And charged with all force across the bridge. I had barely time to raise my sword in defense when the attack came. He was such a vigorous fighter, and with such a rage, I barely could defend myself, much less try to strike him with one of my blows. He finally hit my left shoulder with a blow, and blood trickled down my arm. "AAAAHHH..." I cowered over in pain, and then, with a horrible rage, struck down upon the mouse with all my strength. We parried and fought and struck for a solid hour, and by the time he backed onto his bridge, we were both tired and bloody. He then suddenly dashed back into his house, locking the door, and I raced after him, and, pounding on the door with my sword, finally broke through it and just caught a glance of the mouse dashing up a flight of stairs. Charging, I knocked over furniture and lamps, and finally reached the stairs, and there I found him waiting, his sword once again drawn. I knew he had an advantage, he was higher then me, but I had a plain. We fought until I finally struck a blow at the wooden beams supporting the upper half of the stairs. My sword cut right through them, and the stairs, with the mouse roaring and stumbling, crashed down and crumpled on the floor. I jumped down, to find the mouse knocked out, with his sword broken and his head bleeding. I took a round beam, and tied his hands to it. I then carried him out of the house, and, after a long drink from the lake, marched back to Marshank, carrying my slave prize.
Captured By: BloodEye
Martique
I was marching down the beach fer some excercise on evenin', an' I got tired so I sat down on top o' a sand dune and looked out across the waves. Everthin' wuz so peaceful like. Then I spied a tiny raft, with two hares in it! I ducked down behind my dune so I wouldn't be noticed. The raft drifted to shore, an' the hares jumped out. "Martique, are you sure we'll be able to get back to the mountain from ere? This beach, it doesn't seem familiar."
"Aw, don't worry," the other Hare, Martique, replied. "If'n we don't get back by tommorow night, Lord Sunstripe's sure to come lookin'!"
"But it's too far from ol' Sallymandastron fah him to find us 'ere?"
"Whatever."
The two hares knelt down and started a fire. This seemed a good chance to get me a slave or two!
I snuck behind the one called Martique, staying in the shadows, and then in his shadow, so I wouldn't be noticed. I waited for a break in the conversation between them, and then I leaped over the hare Martique and, with my Axe, I scattered the flames. Blinding smoke was everywhere!
I was able to grab Martique and throw him to the ground while the other hare was blinded. The hare was unconcious, now a grabbed him and ran off behind the dunes. Before I reached Marshank, I caught a glimpse of the other hare dazedly searching for Martique. "Where h'are ya, matey? Wot in the world happened?!"
I reached Marshank and brought my hare before King Hisk. "A good prisoner, for the prison pit, Milord Hisk."
"Good. Throw the fool in. You shall be well rewarded."
I did. And I was.
Captured By: Patcheye
QuickFoot
As I was wandering round the cliffs by the bay I saw a wee light down on the beach. "AHA!" I thought. "A fire on the beach must mean that there are a few creatures and maybe even a slave!" I smiled and silently drew my deadly sword. I climbed down the cliff and approached the fire. 4 Hares, 3 of them old, but one young one, were perched around a fire, fighting over the cold. "Dang nab it!" an old one croaked in a grumpy tone. "It's too darn cold on this freezing beach and this fire ain't much help!" "Aye." another old hare agreed. "It's too cold. Whose dumb idea was it to camp here anyway?" All hands pointed to the young hare. "It was young slacker Quickpaw's idea! Silly fool. Where all freezing to death 'cause you had to rest here!" "Oh yeah?" Quickpaw said, in an unpleasant tone. "At least we aren't in that yonder castle Marshank's prison pit! There yer be cold, all right. In the mud and ooze and slime. Why don't you 3 grumps run over there and say you would like to live there, eh? Then you'd see, that we are in a good position." He then sat back into the shadows. "Eeeeeehhhhhh?? You think that you are so smart. I should lay a stick on the seat of your pants I should. That'll teach you to mouth off to your elders!" The old mouse then drew a flaming small stick, and held it up towards the young hare. "That hare is insane!" I thought. "He'll kill that Quickpaw. Well, since he knows so much about the prison pits, I might just nab him as he runs off. The old geezer was waving the stick at frightened Quickpaw, who suddenly darted away a few paces, and drew a sword from his back. "Drat." I thought. "That dumb hare has a sword. But he seems to having a bit of trouble with it, so it'll be as easy as stealing from Redwall." I snuck behind the hare in the darkness, while the hare was swinging the sword that was obviously too big for him around, trying to ward off the crazy elder. I then jumped from the darkness, and sliced the insane elder's arm that held the torch off. He roared in pain as I easily knocked the sword out of Quickpaw's hand. I then grabbed his hair on his head, and started dragging him off. The other elders jumped up when the heard the insane one's cry, and they soon had daggers drawn, but I had already disappeared into the darkness. When I returned to Marshank, I opened the grate to the prison pit, and threw the young hare in, while Hisk chuckled. "Good work, BloodEye. You have earned your reward." I cruelly smiled.
Captured By: BloodEye
Brushtail
I DarkBlade was standing guard duty outside of Marshank when I saw a
glimpse of a furry tail disapear behind the wall. I told another fellow
guard to take my place and a ran after the fleeting image. When I caught
up with it the creature had already climbed up a tree. I then noticed it
was a squirrel. Grabbing some rocks from the pouch strapped to his back
the squirrel hurled them down at me. Nimbly dodging the missles I took
out my scimitar. As the squirrel threw down a good sized rock I hit it
with my sword and it richocied off and flew back to the squirrel. In a
yell of displeasure the squirrel got the rock in between his eyes and
was knocked out cold. His limp body slid down the tree and I picked it
up. I then headed back to Marshank to show my catch to Hisk.
Captured By: DarkBlade
Thornwhisker
I had been on the prowl, hunting throughout the forest for a slave or two, all morning. But you couldn't tell it was morning, noho, not in the forest. Very little light filters down to the forest floor, except for in the occasional clearing. Now I had just come to a lake, so I sat meself down an' unpacked me rations. A lake is a very good place to rest for brunch, mostly because of the water source. Now I was a'kneelin' down fer a drink when I heard a noise from across the waters. Now, I was always lookin' for a chance to sneak up an' bag a slave, so's I started crawlin' backwards into the foliage. I looked up an' saw a mouse, and an otter wid him.
Now I was almost completely hidden when my knee cracked a stick! The otter turned his head at the noise. "Look, Thornwhisker, a ferret tryin' to spy on us! Hahaha, we'll show 'im wot we do to spies!"
"Aye, that we will, Tergo!"
Now the otter grabbed his fish harpoon, and the mouse drew a very brittle-looking rapier. They started across the lake on the raft they had. I ducked into the bushes, where my black tunic and fur hid me. Now the pair was here! "Tergo, tell me, did you see where that ferret dissappeared to?"
"Haha, maybe it was a Marlferret," joked the otter, Tergo.
"This is no time for jokes, you ugly otter! That ferret could be very dangerous."
And I am dangerous, I thought.
Now the duo started poking around looking fer me. When Tergo poked his harpoon right next to my paw, I immediately swung my axe, knocking the harpoon into the lake. The otter stared dumbly at me.
"Thuh-thuh-Thornwhisker?! I found th-th-the ferret!!!"
The otter fled, and I pursued him. Thornwhisker started hard after me.
The coward, Tergo, jumped into their raft and floated away across the lake. I turned to face Thornwhisker and his delicate rapier. I swung my axe. The blade glinted in the sun.
My battle-axe had shewn directly through the rapier and had caught Thornwhisker a good slash across the chest. He now lay wounded and unconcious. I tied his hands and feet to my axepole, then started back for Marshank with him slung over my shoulder. King Hisk would be delighted in owning this excellent slave!
Captured By: Patcheye
Blaggart
I DarkBlade was keeping watch over Marshank when I heard the
sounds of a quarrel beyond my eyesight. I did however catch a glimpse of
shiny silver armor flash in the spot. Telling one of my companians to
keep watch for me I quickly ran down to the spot. It was a big clearing
in the woods near Marshank. I silently observed that a group of vermin
dressed in silver amer that I had seen from my watch were fighting a
group of shrew warriors. The vermin wore no emblem of any army and were
obliviously a wandering group. The shrews were, as almost all shrews
are, good fighters. One black fox was leading the vermin into battle
from the middle of the army so I guessed he was a very careful with
these shrews. After watching the shrews, thier rapiers flashing in the
sun, and the vermin, thier axes, swords and bows and arrows bringing
quick death to any shrews that walked into their deadly path. The dark
fox drew his longsword, rubbed with dark moss and liquids so as not to
give off a gleam to which helped him seem to disapear into the
surrounding darkness of the forest, and quietly sneak out from the
middle of his army. With my keen eyesight I saw the fox come up behind
the shrew that seemed to be leading the shrews. The leader shrew never
saw what was coming as the fox stuck his sword into the shrew's back.
Disapearing once again, the fox snuck torward me. Noticing that the fox
had found my hiding place I approached him. "I notice you have a little
shrew problem.",I replied, licking my blade. The fox nodded once then
said," My name is Blackclaw and this is my Darkarmy. We have more men
out searching for a group for us to join as we are tired of wandering.
Also since we only have half of our first 200 men!" Seeing that the
vermin were having a little trouble with the shrews I quickly nodded
torward them. Noticing that Blackclaw understood I slipped away. I also
came up from behind the shrews taking them by surprise as my scimitar
flashed amid thier huddled group. Quickly the shrews turned to panic as
Blackclaw came in as well, his dark sword cutting into every shrew
within range of it. As the shrews ran in panic I managed to grab one
young burly shrew for a slave. After convincing Blackclaw and his
Darkarmy to join Marshank I sent about 20 vermin to get rid of the
fleeing shrews and returned to Marshank.
Captured By: DarkBlade
SnarlJaw
As you know, I'm always on the lookout for slaves, 'cause they are good for my reputation and they earn me food. But I wasn't looking for slaves the day I ran into SnarlJaw. I decided that I would sleep in the woods one night, because I wanted to relax and get away from the hustle and bustle of Marshank. But while I was camping under the stars in a clearing, a stout entered my clearing. He was large and strong, and held a large battleaxe. I lept up and drew my sword. The stout stepped back and called, "Ho! Let us not fight. We should be friends! We are both vermin, and I would like to talk a bit." So I put my sword back in it's sheath, and sat down on a rock. The stout sat next to me. "Aye, what's your name?" he asked. "My name is BloodEye, a Marlfox. And you?" "Errr. I am SnarlJaw, warrior, and enemy of Marshank." At the sound of that, I realized that this silly stout was an enemy, and I might have to do him in. "Well, SnarlJaw. I am afraid that our pleasant talk will have to end. For I am a member of Marshank, and intend to stand up for my fortress and my ruler, Hisk." SnarlJaw, hearing this, roared and drew his battleaxe. "Well then," he snarled, "I shall have to kill you!" He smeared his blade with deadly Nightshade, and lunged. I had already drawn my sword, though, and I easily blocked his weak blow. "RRRRAAAAA!" He wailed, and lunged again, this time swinging his sword around madly. I blocked again, and nearly got cut. I was glad that I had not, for the Nightshade would undoubtedly kill me, and I didn't want that. I then lunged at him with full force, and began slicing and chopping his wooden axe pole until it was full of ridges and cuts, some going halfway through. Finally I struck such a blow, that the axehead was severed from the pole, and it fell with a clunk to the ground. He backed up a bit, then swung his axe pole at my head. I hadn't suspected this, so the blow hit me with full force, and I fell to the ground with a bump. I then cut the pole in half, and the stoat finally realized that he had no hope of winning. He ran to a nearby tree and tried to climb, but I grabbed his footpaw and pulled him down. He shuddered and gasped as I pointed my sharp sword point at his neck. "Oh please, sir. Don't kill me!" "All right," I grumbled. "I won't kill you. I'll make you a slave!" I then grabbed him by the cuff of his tunic, and dragged him out of the clearing, towards Marshank. As the rising sun illuminated the clouds red, orange, and blue colors, and I entered Marshank's gates, chuckling.
Captured By: BloodEye
A Strong Badger
As I was trotting down the beach, I suddenly heard a roaring sound followed by a few screams. I dashed towards the direction of the commotion, and found a giant badger, throwing some shouting weasels into the ocean. 2 of the 3 weasels ran for cover, while the other, surprised for the sudden swim, very stupidly tried to swim to shore. When he reached shore, the huge, female badger grabbed him by the cuff of his tunic and roared, "You dare try to capture me? ME?!" She threw the poor weasel down the beach, where he fell face first into the sand. I decided right then that this badger would be a great slave for the pit. I tried to approach as quietly as possible, but her ears popped up and she turned towards me, growling. "What do you want, vermin? I'll rip you to pieces if you try anything funny!" I slyly mumbled, rubbing my chin. "Well, I don't know. I do need a slave..." The badger growled and raised her huge paws. "But," I said quickly. "I wouldn't even try to capture a great and strong badger as yourself. You are much to strong and tough to capture." "Really?" she asked in delight. "Errrrrr, Yes!" I continued. "In fact, I bet that you are so strong, that you could lift me up and put me on that huge rock up there." I waved my sword at a large boulder, a few handspans above me. "Easy!" she growled, delighted to show off, and with one paw she lifted me up, high onto the boulder. I now knew that I had her. I picked up a large rock, and before she could respond, I threw the stone on her head. She fell to the ground with a *THUD* as little bits of sand flew up around her, and I knew that she was knocked out for good. I used some old, dried up seaweed to bind her hands and legs, and then took to the tiring task of dragging her heavy body back to Marshank. The sun had just passed over the western hills when I arrived at the gates of Marshank.
Captured By: BloodEye
Webfoot
One night when I was camped on the beaches near Mashank, I was awakened by a ferocious noise! It happened for several minutes as I dashed to see what had happened. It was starting to get light, so I could see rather clearly.
And I was astounded by what I saw.
The beach was littered with the bodies of so many toads I couldn't count them all! Most were dead, beaten and bloody, but a few were simply unconscious. A good chance for a slave, I thought. I searched and finally found a very large and strong-looking one. A medallion around his neck read "Webfoot". I tied him up and started taking him to Marshank, but suddenly a huge seagull hopped in front of me!
So this is what had caused the damage! I noticed that the seagull was sorely wounded in the side, and a frog trident was sticking out of it's leg. I swung my axe, but it pinged off the bird's beak as it defended itself. I swung again in a deadly arc, and the seagull dropped dead to the ground.
And so I brought another slave to serve King Hisk.
Captured By: Patcheye
