Noonvale

[Kippers]

 

 

 

Introduction

So, it all started roughly 3 years ago. My mate introduced me to a book series called The Tales of Redwall about animals in medievil times protecting their land against the evil ways of the Searats, rats, weasels, wildcats, toads and Lizards. Throughout their journies the animals learn to respect and honour each other, and come across many a strange thing in their time together.   So me and my mate set about writing our own Redwall fan fics. I rescently found mine whilst tidying up my bedroom and thought that i may as well re type it just in case i ever want to look through it again. So i decided that as i retype it i would post it here.

 

 

Blurb

As the beasts of Noonvale settle down for another peacful year of tranquility and friendship with in their four walls, they are struck down and crumbled at the hands of a mysterious weasel army lead by the great WolfJaw of Castle Fladungy! During the battle, Ilmig, Odorfs' badger wife-to-be is kidnapped, and Odorf along with a group of Noonvale friends vowl to travel the land of Redwall and find her.   Meanwhile, back at castle Fladungy, WolfJaw is growing old. With a new captive locked away behind bars down in the dungeon, things are getting hairy above ground in the hirachy in the castle. Beasts are not pleased and wont settle until they get what they think is theirs.

 

 

 

Book 1 - Noonvale

 

Noonvale Chapter Index
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12

 

 

 

Noonvale Updates
18/10/06 - Chapter 11 RELEASED!
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Thanks to:
CCPD for the main banner
Otter for the Map
Yngve for my signiture

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Matthew stood in shock, deep in a world of his own as blood thirsty Weasels flanking him on all sides, looking for blood, their noses twitching erratically at the faintest scent of unslayen Noonvale meat. Laughing with a deep manic tone as they thrust their swords into good beasts chests, withdrawing them only to repeat the same motion over and over again. Bodies falling to the ground left right and centre. Nothing could be done. After the killing they would plunder the thatched houses for treasures and riches, over turn beds, throw pots and pans in a violent rage, soon after they would be burnt to the ground, left as nothing more than a pile of smoking ashes. Leaving them for the few desperate survivors to pick up the pieces and start over again, just to be attacked when the tide is right. Noonvale was in ruins.

Matthew suddenly woke up from his mid battle daze only to hear that deafening roar and the shrill noise of air over the back side of a sword and then a heart stopping thump as he collapses in a heap to join those of his friends who has fallen before him.

 

‘And that’s the legend of Matthew’ said Odorf, closing the seasons old leather bound book and placing it on the side table. Suddenly after several hours of intense silence and transfixed fascination there came a booming cry of displeasure amongst the little’uns surrounding the grand badger inside his rackety yet well built thatched Noonvale house. The dozen or some packed in started to chant as loud as they could for more.

‘Mure! Mure! Mure! Mure! Mure! Mure!’ When they didn’t get their way the little Noonvale dibbuns started stamping their feet on the dirty ground causing dust to fly up in the air, as they continued to chant. ‘Mure! Mure! Mure!’

Odorf chuckled slightly and slumped back in his old high back oak chair relaxing his paws. He let the chanting of the dibbuns and the rising of dust continue on as he thought up another story to tell.

‘Cam on Odurf gives us nuther store’ complained a slightly braver hedgehog babe. Still with a smile on his face Odorf sat up and leant forward, leaning towards the young’uns, and at the same time, a sea of hushes came over them as they all leaned in towards the great badger, waiting for another tale of adventures past. He remained silent for a few moments, building up the tension in the room. And then finally he spoke.

‘This tale was told to me by my father many, many moons ago when I was a young’un like you lot.'

 

'It all took place 80 years ago, inside the walls of a great abbey, much like Redwall. But this one was run by RATS!’ Odorf got interrupted as there was a huge gasp coming from the babes. He continued, ‘The rats that day were feasting on the greatest of the Damson wine, and the finest of food which they had managed to plunder from their earlier victory against a band of Otters along Mossflower river. The food was laid out along a long table, stretching across the Abbey courtyard. The rats were singing victory chants merrily to each other, singing at the top of their drunken lungs, swaying too and fro, smashing wine jugs together in celebration and laughing, whilst tearing meat off the limbs of their slain like cannibals.

Being as drunk and disorderly as they were, they didn’t care to notice the lone figure clamber up the southern Abbey wall and scramble down the ramparts in an over sized rat costume.’ He was interrupted again by a number of giggles from the audience. By now, Ilmig, his badger wife to be, had joined the fun. ‘Unable to see properly through the eye holes the lone otter stumbles around unbalanced. Swaying back and forth he managed to make his way over to the feasting beasts. Withdrawing his sword from the sheath slung upon his back he wobbled over to one rat in particular who had lead the group of rats on the massacre. Without saying a word, the otter raised his blade and…’

 

A hedgehog maid stumbles to the door of the thatched house panting and out of breath. Everyone looks up at her and Ilmig puts her arms round the hog maids’ spines and comforts her.

‘What’s the matter?’ she asked with a hint of worry in her voice. Odorf gets up and swiftly bends down to hear what she says.

‘O..O..Over there’ she pointed outwards to the hills in the near distance, ‘W…Weasels!’

Sudden a hail of arrows flew up into the air from over the grassy dunes which make up Noonvales surroundings. They all hit the dirt with a thud as one strikes the hog maid in the middle of her back, tip hidden within her long spines. She falls into Ilmigs’ arms and the young beast start screaming at the sight of blood trickling down her back.

Odorf marched outside where other onlookers where watching a sight never seen in this region in many centuries, four score of weasels can charging over the hilly mounds towards the quiet place of Noonvale, chants were being sung, swords, javelins and arrows were being waved about in the air threateningly as they got closer and closer.

Odorf spun round to see Ilmig escorting the dibbuns who where looking worried and confused at all the commotion and panic around them with grownbeasts running inside to collecting protection and weapons . One of them picked up one of the arrows embedded I the earth and waved it like the weasels.

‘Yarr, I beats you vermin ups ennyday!’ Odorf grabbed the spear from his paw and ushered him over the rest of the group, the young hog protested in dismay, ‘A wants t’ welp you slay vurmins!’

‘No, go along with Ilmig and she’ll make sure you’re safe’ He looks up at Ilmig, ‘Take ‘em as far away from here as possible and only return when sun turns to moon. Go!’ He yelled as he started running towards his house again. He grabbed his broad sword which was held in a leather bound sheath hung over a bed knob. Slinging it over himself he called to all the other beasts.

‘Everyone take positions!’ At that demand every able beast in the village lined up behind a wooden fence marking the border. Dressed in hard plated breast plates and helmets the attackers arrows were of new use. This battle was to be up close and personal, everybeast was armed loosely with an assortment of swords, daggers, slingshots and bows. They were ready.

Edited October 30, 2006 by kippers

[TenaciousD.]

Well done kippers, its great so far, i want Chapter 2.

 

I can see the Redwall influences, cant miss them

[GSF_Membuh]

Cool! I can't wait for Chapter 2!

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Good job, kippers. Keep 'em coming.

[Nick000]

Really nice job Kippers, I can't wait to read more of what you write.

 

[kingvercetti]

I have no idea in the slightest what Redwall is, but nice story you got going there. Dispite being previously told it was about why Bob the Builder is homosexual.

 

Anyway, I look forward to chapter 2.

[Kippers]

Thanks for the kind words everyone Is everyone ok with the length of these chapters? Are they too long, too short or anything?

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Soon enough what was just a blurry smudge of brown and black formed into what the beasts of Noonvale were really faced with. Charging straight at the readied beasts at unbelievable speed, bellowing threats of death and victory to all weasels, flinging their weapons around as if to get some last minute practice, they came. The grassy dunes were no match for them as they tore it all apart racing down the last slope. Odorf could see the venomous, blood thirsty look in their eyes, brainwashed by strength and power. Odorf called out to the defenders.

‘Ready your weapons!’ Every beast raised his or her means of defence into the air. Another hail of arrows came pouring down on them, but to no effect as they pinged off the metal helmets.

The horde of weasels were getting closer and closer. Odorf gritted his teeth, holding up his sword his huge battle blade he cried the word most haunted, the badger cry of battle that made even the bravest of animals retreat.

‘Eulalalalia!’

‘Chaaaarrrrggee!!’

And at that they all vaulted over the wooden fence and ran full speed at the sea of vermin sticking their blades and spears held out in front of their torsos. The gap was becoming smaller and smaller as both sides ran at each other with victory in mind, armour failing to slow them down. Javelins were thrown from the back of the Nonnvalians, striking several weasels in the stomach. The batter had now begun.

They finally clashed. Swords, spears, rocks and arrows flailed everyone. There was no sense of direction in all the turmoil, every beast just slashing at everything that stood in their way in hope that it was not one of their own. Odorf withdrew is bloodstained blade from a weasels gut and swirled his great mass round to slash another 2 coming straight for him, stunned, they just stared at him blankly before collapsing to the floor, but by then the great badger was already off to find his next unlucky victim.

A group of several otters were ducking a diving out of the way of weasel blades taking the whole event as just a little joke.

‘Jump, duck, jump, duck, came on ratty! Make tis ‘ard for us will yaz’ the weasel jabbed and swung but to no challenge for the otter as he weaved his way round the sword as if dancing to his favourite campfire song.

‘You shuld go back ta fightin’ school if ya wanna play with me matey’ giving the weasel a swift blow on the top of the head with his spear butt the worn out vermin was knocked out cold. ‘Maybe next time hey?’ He laughed as he pranced off in merriment.

‘Hedgehogs of Noonvale! Raise ye battle swords and fight f’ the survival of this great place!’ There came a shrill cheer of agreement as a hog warrior turned round just in the nick of time to give a weasel a great ol’ whack in the belly and a smack in the head.

‘Cumin’ up b’hind is jus’ plain cheatin an’ you should know that!’

 

Outside the battle field Ilmig was speeding up to the front lines of battle, she stopped, cupped her hands round her mouth and screamed as loud as any beast had ever heard before.

‘Weasels from the south! Weasels from the South!

Odorf’s blade clashed against another, they both growled at each other as their blades made a scratching noise as they slide down towards the hilt. Another wave of arrows and javelins went flying by hitting an otter in the foot paw and killing several others. At the sight of Ilmig calling in the background Odorf quickly slashed the weasels fighting hand and delving into his stomach. One short moan afterwards and the body lay lifeless on the floor.

As Ilmig called for help for a third time Odorf raised his blade and started calling commands to the others.

‘Weasels from all sides! All beasts from the east follow Ilmig and help her defend, everyone else, buckle down and fight harder’

 

There were fewer in number to the south as compared with the first wave of attack but they were still as brutal. One swinging a mace nearly smashed an otter head clean off as they came into contact. The weasel went for another strike but the otter managed to grab his blade and block the attack. As the mace wrapped around the sword the otter yanked backwards as hard as he could, the weasel lost grip of the made causing it to go flying into the back of another ones head. Ilmig intervened and grabbed the weasel round the neck, he legs kicking aimlessly in the air. Snap!

 

Several hedgehogs lined up in a row at the back of all the main fighting.

‘Slings out! In unison all the hedgehogs lined up grabbed their slingshots fro there belts, ‘Pick up stone!’ yelled a particularly tall hedgehog at the end of the row, ‘load!’ Placing rather large rocks in the slings the hogs pulled the elastic towards their faces, squinting with one eye to get a better aim, ‘FIRE!’ Yelled the tall hog, pointing out towards the battlefield. The rocks were released from the loaders and fly in the air, hitting all their targets with satisfying bonks.

Odorf edged his way towards the row and congratulate them on a fine effort.

‘Great shooting there!’ he yelled over the screams and battle chants. ‘Greatest slingers of Noonvale don’t ya know Odorf sir’

A stray arrow planted itself just inches away from his foot paw. Odorf looked up waving his arm into the mass hysteria of blood ‘why I orta!’ he turned to the tall hedgehog again ‘Bash that one on the head for me will ya?’

‘Right away sir. You!’ He pointed at the one standing closest to him, ‘Slay the beast who dare try hurt Odorf’

At that the stone was loaded, elastic pulled back and away the stone went.

‘Oi! Screamed a rather agitated otter rubbing his head [watch where ya fire them blinkin’ things will yaz!’

Odorf chuckled ‘Not so accurate hey?’

 

Back in the south Ilmig was surrounded by 4 or 5 weasels, all circling her, battle blades in hand, swirling them around their heads. Ilmig in her fighting stance awaiting for one to attack. Soon enough one did, she stepped to the side letting him pass, swung herself round and rammed her battle blade to his back and into the belly of the one unfortunate enough to be in front of him. Another jumped at her whilst her back was turned, grabbing a hold of her neck he bit into her tough skin, screaming as his teeth shattered into two pieces. Swinging violently around in circles the weasel last his hold and went flying into the others. Grabbing a spear on the ground she struck it against their skulls.

This fight was far from over.

Edited September 3, 2006 by kippers

[GSF_Membuh]

Excellent work dude bring on Chapter 3!

[TenaciousD.]

Well done on another good chapter there Kippers, this is turning into a good series. Keep up the good work and no more late nights

[B Rob]

Great Story. Keep it up.

[gillies]

Nice story kippers, keep it up.

[Seddo]

wow what a good story, amazing keep the chapteers coming, nice work

[kingvercetti]

Nice story you got going there Mark, I'm looking forward to chapter 3. The badgers/hogs totally own, kicking the weasels' asses like that.

 

I still fail to see what this has to do with Bob the Builder being gay.

[Nick000]

Good job Kippers, I can't wait to see how the battle ends.

[Kippers]

Thanks everyone. Glad you guys all like it

 

Chapter 3 should be posted either in a couple of hours or tomorrow. As it's school on Wednesday i could do with an early night tonight.

[kingvercetti]

I'm looking forward to Chapter 3. Which will be right below this because I'm only posting because kippers doesn't want to double post.

[Kippers]

Thanks again everyone.

 

Ok this next chapter may seem a little slow, but it's just introducing some more characters. the battle will be concluded in the next chapter which i've actually already written. So the sooner you guys comment the sooner the blood bath can begin

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

The sun was at its highest as it shone down upon Mossflower wood and surrounding woodland areas. Birds singing to each other up in the tall trees, getting the most clear, most beautiful view of the mountains in the north and of River moss and how the midday sun breaks the waters surface and splits into many different shards of light going off in all directions. A below, taking refuge from the suns heat under over hanging branches could be seen a small family of River Moss shrews carrying a small basket filled to the brim with many varieties of berries they had picked up whilst hunting for food. The quiet and serene nature of the undisturbed world was soon disrupted by the banter and cheers coming from inside the four great sand stone walls of Redwall Abbey, home to Martin the warrior and many other brave adventurers.

The Abbey was a hive of activity today; dibbuns of many types were frolicking in the orchard, picking out apples from Mousemaid Tamsins’ fruit basket and throwing them at each other, beasts of all kinds; hedgehogs, mice, shrews and the odd otter were preparing the grand table for a elegant feast to celebrate another good year of good will and harmony amongst beast.

The head chef was running around like a headless chicken too and from the Abbeys main gates hauling crate upon crate of food to the kitchen. Sweating he called for help, the noise around him swallowed up his plea for help, but two mice babes nearby heard him loud and clear and jumped up onto the crate bouncing up and down and giggling and giving out orders.

Take us tew the katchin ‘og chef!’ One yelled pointing towards the open door on the other side of the Abby ‘ ‘N step tew it’

‘witch out f’ me mam yew horibal ‘og, dunt want you t’ bee ‘ung f’ killin’ nobeast’

‘’op to it, qwiker qwiker!’ They bellowed in their high pitvhed voices.

The hog chef swiped his paw at them with the show of anger and tiredness on his face. You two be makin’ this thing ‘eavier than it already is!’ he wiped sweat off his brow, ‘get your hinds offa it now or I’ll force you twos to pull this thing awhilst I sit atop an’ sleep. Now be off!’ He swiped at them again and they hoped off in a huff off to a strong, powerful looking mouse that was helping lay the great feast table stretched out down the whole length of the abbey courtyard. They tugged on his leg fur.

‘Macius! Macius!’ They whined. Matthias stopped what he was doing and picked both of the mouse babes up and places them on his shoulders.

‘What is it a can do you for you cheeky balls of fur this time?’

One of them pointed over to the head chef of was still pulling the huge crate over to the kitchen. ‘Slay ‘im!’ One of them cried ‘’e was swipin’ ‘is paw at us trin to kell us! Us likkle miceybabes, n ‘e wants us f’ ‘is supper.’ The other continued ‘ ‘e even says so ‘imself,’ they both started imitating the motion of a sword being unsheathed from their belt and started waving their hands around as if sliving and dicing vermin. ‘Chop ‘im inta likkle pieces then surve him up as deesart!’

‘Shoe ‘him nut t’ mess wif us!’

They both growled slightly as he inched his way past where hey were standing. Matthias placed them down on the ground gentle chuckling to himself. He looked over to the chef and put his hand in the air.

‘Sorry about these two rascals Fardel, I’ll make sure they don’t bother you nought anymore today’

‘Nah, needn’t worry Matthias, they only babes, want can ya ‘xpec’?

Matthias chuckled again and got back to laying plates at the table.

 

It was now mid afternoon and the great Abbey bell swung from side to side alerting all the beasts of Mossflower and signalling the start of the great feast. Everyone was seated around the old oaken table, moles, otters, mice, shrews, and badgers waiting eagerly for the bell to stop ringing and the food to be served up. Every seat was taken except one, the high backed, beautiful one with the most elegant of carvings around the outside of berries, fruits and all things juicy. Suddenly the grand doors to the great hall were pulled open by two moles and everyone stopped talking and gazed upon them to reveal the abbotess, the leader of all inside Redwall Abby, step out into the open. The mouse was wearing her best gown made by the best weavers in the world. Purple silk with a slightly lighter frilled collar, and sleeves so big that they had to be carried to prevent them from trailing along the ground. Everyone gawped in amazement at the elegance of it all.

‘Blimey miss,’ said a rather astonished mouse, getting up and bowing ‘Ye look like the things of dreams you do.’ The abbotess walked up to her chair and the mouse dashed round to her, ‘’ere, let me get that for ye, don’t want them pretty little hands getting splinters.’ He pulled back the chair and the abbotess sat down.

‘Thank you Brimdal, you are most kind.’

‘Sid ‘own Brimwit! Ye cheeks are as red as them tomatoes in the orchard.’

Brimdal scurried back to his seat sheepishly and pretended nothing had happened.

From the doors of the great hall came Badger mum Clarence, carrying trays almost the size of herself, crammed full of different foods and wines. She laid down one of the trays in front of the abbotess and bowed.

‘I hope this food is to your satisfaction ma’am,’ she straightened up as she raised a folk. ‘Only the finest in the land can be found at this table, and only the finest is fit for our abbotess.’

‘Hmmm, bring out the rest of the food!’

Out poured beast upon beast carrying more food than would fit inside them on trays you would never imagine half the beasts strong enough to carry. They put the food on the table and addressed the abbotess.

‘We’ve got hazelnut crumble, Berry tarts, cream puddings, twelve different types of bread, cheese, salad, woodland summer cream puddin’, strawberry flans, plum brandy, dandelion beer, buttercup ‘n’ honey cordial and to round it all off a nice old apple pie.’ The friar grinned merrily as he took his first breath in what seemed like a year.

‘Thank you,’

All of the servers took to their seats and readied themselves for a feast that they’d never forget.

 

[The Bone County Butcher]

Finally something good in the writers discussion apart from fanboys and their gta stories.

 

Very well written Kippers , it has a liilte charm of its own about it....Roll On Chapter 4!

 

P.S: I would never have known about this if it wasnt for your shamless advertising

 

Rated Good!

[Cuse510]

Good stuff kips, definitely brings me back 6 or 7 years to when I used to be obsessed with the Redwall books... Keep 'em comin

[Seddo]

Once again nice work kippers your story is entertaining me and i love it, for someone who is not a proffessional writer your story rocks

 

topic rated good

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Excellently done, kippers. One of those famous Redwall feasts, eh?

[Kippers]

wow, thanks for loving it

 

 

Finally something good in the writers discussion apart from fanboys and their gta stories.

 

Made me smile big time there.

 

@Arch: I suck at making up food names

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Yeah, I believe that's the hardest part of the Redwall series. You have to know alot of traditional english food dishes. The battles are easy compared to those. I don't know how Jacques does it.

[No Escape?]

The grammar could be improved, as well the puncuation.

 

Not the best fanfiction I've read, but decent for a beginner's try.

[Kippers]

I realise the punctuation could definitly be improved (That's what my english teacher said at the end of last year) But grammer, if you mean the way i've spelt the chatacters diologe, that isn't a mistake as i'm trying to spell the way they would pronounce the words with their accents they have.

 

But thanks for your input and i'll take it into mind

Edited September 6, 2006 by kippers

[TenaciousD.]

New chapter now

[Kippers]

Shorter than the others but whatever. Punctuation and grammar will probably still be rubbish

 

 

Chapter 4

 

By now the battle had worn on for many hours, beasts were worn out and battered after non stop fighting but were forced to continue by shouts of encouragement and victory from Odorf as he piled through hordes of weasels slashing and swiping his great blade screaming at the top of his gruff badger voice, wrecked but ever vigilante. He swung his fist out, clipping the sides of 3 weasels’ jaws, breaking them in one vile swipe across the face. He stopped and breathed heavily before continuing on his fight.

The Weasels were getting too much for the beasts of Noonvale, they were too strong and well equipped, not only in weaponry and training but in numbers, out ranking the beasts of Noonvale by nearly ten-fold. No matter how many they took out there always seemed to be back ups, and then back ups for those back ups and so forth. Where were they all coming from?

 

To the south things weren’t looking much better for Ilmig or the small army she had bought along with her. Barely being able to hold her sword anymore and near collapse, she had the same endless fighting spirit as her husband-to-be, which allowed her to carry on even though things looked bleak.

One by one the beasts of Noonvale were being taken down, spears through the heart, rocks to the head and swords through the belly, dead beast lye everywhere. They were being pushed back towards Noonvale at an astonishing rate, within the hour they would be inside the village fighting an unwinable battle.

 

An hour or so had passed and they were still heavy under attack, having to trample on top of their old friends and having no option but to go back inside Noonvale. The weasels eased up a little, whilst captains ordered the vermin to set alight to the houses and steal all the food that they can fit in to their filth hands.

Grabbing a wondering weasel by the neck and lifting him high off the ground, Odorf put his mouth close to the squeamish weasels’ ear and spoke in a very quiet and fierce voice.

‘Stop wriggling or I’ll chop ye legs off’, whimpering silently, the weasel obeyed the badgers orders. He now began shivering violently, clutching at the badgers arm around his neck, trying to pry it loose so he could breath again, ‘you answer my questions and I’ll give ya your lungs back, you understand?’ Odorf loosened his grip slightly and the vermin gasped and talked.

‘I ain’t tellin’ ye nuthin’ stripedog!’

Odorf forced his arm up against the weasels’ neck, tighter this time. The weasel again struggled and twisted, squirming and kicking his legs violently in a plea for his neck. Snap, the weasels head fell limp and his body still.

 

A sudden, high pitched bark came from the south. Dropping the body, Odorf leapt over to where the noise had come from. When he arrived he saw a scene of absolute horror and devastation. Replacing the once green and peaceful pastures of surrounding areas and the pristinely kept appearance of the thatched roofed houses, there was mound upon mound of slain good beast, blood covered tunics and fur surrounded javelins that were protruding from hedgehog bellies, and great big slashes round the victims necks, with blood dripping silently into a pool which was a colour of tainted orange as the flames produced from the burning wrecks where their houses once stood, making them no more, taking years to build, but only minutes to destroy in the hands of evil.

In front of him, a few feet away were a group of battle torn, yet unusually happy weasels starring and taunting at something on the ground. Slashing away with his sword at some of the hovering beast, he made his way to the front of the crowd, staring down, his eyes glassed over as if something hard had struck him in the back of his head. Feeling his legs give way, he fell to the ground and hugged the almost lifeless body, with a clear bloody gash to the back of the neck. It was the body of Ilmig, Odorf wife to be lay unconscious in the middle of a gathering of sni**ering weasel and carcass filled hills and dunes. Leaning over her body, tears started to drip from the end of his face, landing on top of Ilmigs armour and running off it into the grass. He tried to speak but his voice was shaken.

‘Ilm….ig? Are y...Y...You there? Ilmig?’

He started violently shaking her body in teary eyed fury, splashing any nearby weasel. He calmed down after the short fit and any emotion he had left was turning into pure hate for those around him. With no warning whatsoever, he leapt up, grabbed the blade from his back and spun in a circle, slashing the throats of the weasels at the front of the huddle and causing heads to roll, he thrusted the great war blade into many guts in a blind rage, roaring out threats to anyone who could hear him.

Slash, crack, crunch. could be heard for miles as he took on the weasel army single handed, crushing skulls with one paw, stamping on their feet until they were unable to escape his wrath and thud! It hit him hard, like a thunder bolt twice over. As if in slow motion, his blade fell to the ground with a strange, yet familiar black object still clutching it tightly. The same black object he had used to hold Ilmigs head moments ago, the same black object that he used to hold food and drink wines at parties. He gazed down at the stub, all the adrenaline had been wiped out of him like the heads of many of his past victims. Pain, pain was all he could feel as he fell with a loud thump on the ground, unconscious.

Edited September 6, 2006 by kippers

[Nick000]

This story is turning more dramatic by the chapter, I wonder how Odorf will turn out?

 

[kingvercetti]

Nice chapter, as always.

[Seddo]

I have read that chapter, and i want the next chapter