Noonvale

[Kippers]

Chapter index thingy added, and the topic has 1 star Thank you mister mystery person who voted the topic good.

 

and thanks to everyone who's liked it do far

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Exciting chapter, kippers. Gotta love that badger bloodwrath.

[The Bone County Butcher]

Your on a roll here Kips.

 

Roll on Chapter 5...and 6 and so on.....

 

I wonder if the topic will get to 100% or there abouts with all of the advertising and genuine good story.

[TenaciousD.]

Wow. Dramtic.

 

I loved the bit when the badger clutched the weasel by the neck. Change my rating to 10

[Kippers]

If anyone is wondering why there hasnt been a new chapter as of late, then that would be becuase school has restarted and i may not get as much time as i di over the last week of the summer holidays to actually sit down and write anything. Hopefully though i may get one done tomorrow.

 

In the mean time, CCPD made me an awesome front page banner so check that out And Yngve made a great siggy for me as well. so respect to them

[Nick000]

Nice banner Kippers, CCPD has some serious talent.

The banner has weasals.

[Kippers]

Thanks Nick

 

If you check out the first post it's all nicely organised in tables and an update thing has been put in So please check thay out and any feedback about it would be appreciated.

 

Chapter 5! Short but now the story can begin.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

The sun was starting to set behind the sand stone walls of the Abbey as plumper than usual moles laid back in their seats, with their belly fully out for all to see. The feast was over and all the plates were empty, nothing remained on the table which was once covered in all things tasty. The head chef was already clearing away the dishes as patted their stomachs and burped loudly, too full and lazy to apologizing as the Abbotess glared at them in disarray.

Being the only sober beast at the table, a young Mousemaid struggled to her feet, tapping a spoon against the table breaking the awkward silence amongst them. She held a glass of damson wine an arms stretch in front of her.

‘I think this occasion calls for a toast,’ She looked around the long table with an un easy, awkward smile across her face, as a quiet drone of grunts and snorts could be heard in reply. She lowered her glass slightly as the abbotess again glared at them with an unsatisfied look on her face; she then turned to the Mousemaid and smiled.

‘Please do continue Marr. I’m sure some of us would like to hear what you have to say.’

‘Thank you ma’am,’ she smiled again, eyes glistening in the early evening sun and raised her glass.

‘To the bests of Redwall and neighbouring visitors that seek shelter in our welcoming home, we’ve had many tough seasons in the past, and I’m sure we can expect many more to come, for evil never rests in this part of the world and neither does good. For as long as this place stands high above the Mossflower trees, and for as long as we have good, brave beasts willing to train hard and stay loyal to their fighting word, defending each and every stone laid down, we will come out victories and peace will forever shower the land,’ she paused and stared into Matthias’ eyes across the table to her ‘and to Matthias, if he wasn’t here to protect these walls then Dargon and who heavens knows what may have come of us if he was allowed gain to the abbotess’ body. So to conclude,’ she held the glass even higher up in the air ‘To Matthias!’

All the beast sitting at the table, sober enough to even notice their nose in front of them stood up and cheered, throwing their glasses up into the air, the damson wine lapping up over the sides and spilling over their tunics and all over the table. As they all sat down again after that short burst of activity, one mole stayed standing with his glass in hand.

‘Oi wuld loike t’ make a toast if oi b alowd mursses?’ He looked over at the abbotess as she nodded her head, ‘burr hurr, tanks you missus. Oi wuld loike t guve a munton to all the moiles who gaves an ‘and in foightin’ uf ther evul beasties, ifa it wornt fur them we’dn’t have snucked up on ‘em frum beoind loike we did. Tha groiund is our friend. Thankee ya’s fur listunin’’ He sat down sheepishly, his belly wobbling uncontrollable.

 

 

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Dark grey, rain clouds had begun to form over the land of Noonvale. The surviving few had regained themselves and were surveying the devastation left behind, and picking up what could be salvaged from the weasel onslaught.

Odorf was at the sight of where his home once stood, now just a pile of burnt wood and straw lying in a big pile on the ground. He knelt down and started rummaging through the debris, picking up bits of wood and throwing it all to the side. He whipped his eyes with his one hand as tears were still falling to the ground. He continued clearing his way though the rubble until he came across what he was looking for. A hedgehog with an arrow head still embedded in his foot paw limped up behind him and rested his hand upon the badgers’ broad metal plated armoured shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Ahhh, feel great to get all that weight off me paw’

He looked down at Odorf, as he picked up a cape and held it close to his chest. Ignoring what the hog had said, Odorf cringed at the pain where his hand once lived.

‘Do you know what this cape means to me Brock?’

Brock hobbled up in front of the badger and sat down next to him with his wounded leg out stretched.

Aye sir, I do. It means a great deal to you sir You say that if you ever lost it you would slay the beast in cold blood be he good or bad, closest friend or farthest enemy’

Odorf sniffed the red cape and a look of anguish devoured his face as he threw the cape back onto the rubble and wood

Brock tilted his head in surprise and confusion.

‘Something wrong sir?

Odorf stood up, towering over the wounded hog, wiping away the last of his tears as he sniffed violently, looking out towards the river surrounding them and out over to where the sandy dunes lay still and undisturbed, as if nothing had ever happened, any footprints blown away in the sand by the winds from the south.

‘Ilmig has gone.’

Brock struggles up to his feet and hopped up to Odorf, leaning on his hip which was at the hedgehogs head height.

‘I’m sure she’s not gone far sir, maybe she’s gone for help or out to look for building materials?’ He winced as he knew perfectly well what had come of Ilmig.

Odorf still with his head held high looking out across the land spoke.

Please Brock, I know you are just trying to comfort me, but do not think that I can be played a fool. Me and you know all too well what has become of her. She is captive; someone out there wants something of me. Maybe my sword, maybe our land, maybe my life, but I wont let them set another foot upon the ground, this place has been cursed enough.’

‘What do you plan on doing then sir?’

Odorf looked down at Brock who was trying to keep his balance. ‘Tomorrow, I will pack up and travel to Redwall Abbey.’

He turned and picked up Brock, whose heart skipped a beat as he was swiped up and placed in the badgers’ arms.

We’re we off to now sir?’

‘We’re going to get your foot all healed up, then you will come with me to Redwall. We will find Matthias, an old friend of mine who owes me a favour, and travel the lands where ever they may take us until we find Ilmig, and make the beast responsible pay for their actions, in blood….

Edited September 10, 2006 by kippers

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Great job, kipps.

 

The banner on the first post is teh sex.

Edited September 10, 2006 by Archaon, Lord of End Times

[Nick000]

Nice chapter as always, I smell a blood battle in the making.

[kingvercetti]

Great!

 

You now have advertising from me, in my sig, and the banner is sexy. Keep it up.

[Kippers]

Thanks guys

 

Don't forget though, bad crit can be made too, just dont make it too bad

[Seddo]

wow kippers another good chapter

 

and the new banner is hella cool

[matthew1g]

I just finished reading it. Good job

 

next chapter

 

did a simple userbar:

 

 

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Edited September 11, 2006 by matthew1g

[Kippers]

 

Thanks

Edited September 11, 2006 by kippers

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Kipps, where is the new chapter!?

 

Nice bar, Matt.

[Kippers]

Sorry for the long wait for the next chapter. School is really taking up a lot of my time during the week so they only time i get to really sit down and write is the weekend. so i guess this will be done one chapter a week. atleast that will make the story last

 

anyways, chapter 6 = longer than usual, i guess i got a bit carried away with the conversations. But ENJOY

 

 

Chapter 6

 

As soon as the sun rose in the early dawn of the next morning, Odorf was already up and about, quietly packing food and drink from the makeshift storage area into the cape which once belonged to Ilmig. He picked one of many pieces of wood lying about on the ground and tied the cape to one end and slung it upon his back.

Everybeast lay still with sleep as Odorf crept over the smoky, black rubble over to a blue duvet rolled up into a little ball, shivering under the early morning westerly breeze. Odorf knelt down beside the blue ball and poked it gentle with the end of the wood. Slowly a snout appeared, sniffing the air around him, then whiskers and then a full hedgehogs head; spikes raised in defence, appeared into life. Odorf stood up and looked down cheerily as he places the plank of wood against his shoulder, the cape on the other end swaying too a forth.

‘Up ya get Brocko!’

Odorf gave the hog a slight kick in the backspikes, causing nothing but a slight groan as he tried curling up again, tucking his head under the duvet.

Can’t ya give a young’un like me a few more moments rest?’

‘ye ain’t no young’un, ye cheeky old spike back!’ Odorf snorted in disgust as he turned his back on him and gazed out into the half sun, making shadows on the dunes.

‘Oi!; Brock jumped up, eyes as wide as possible and a finger pointing at the badgers’ great old back, a look of anger on his face. ‘I ain’t no oldie!’

‘An’ you nought young neither, now how’s your paw this morning? Must be fine seein’ how you managed to get up so quickly.’

The badger had turned back to face Brock who was staring at his footpaw all bound in white and red bloodied bandage

‘Well nows that ya’ve bought it up!’ now looking even angrier, ‘it feels as if it jus’ ‘appened, an’ the arrow’s still in there. Can’t you give me another day or two to recover fully? I’ll never manage this walk on one paw alone.’

‘I’ll carry you on my shoulder then,’ Odorf moved forward swiftly to pick Brock up off the ground ‘and then you don’t have to worry about your paw’

‘Lemme go ye old stripedog!’ Wailed Brock, flailing his legs, kicking them against Odorf’s breastplate but to no effect

‘If we don’t go today then we’ll risk travelling through the storms. And I’m sure your spikes won’t be liking that kind of treatment.’

‘Well we can’t go now, we ain’t got no vittles, we’ll starve out there with no food for miles ‘n’ miles. Now let me down!

He gave the badger a mighty thump across the back of the neck, cringing as he heard his paw click.

‘Now look at what you’ve made me go an’ do!’ He rubbed is paw furiously.

‘There’s nought to worry about, I’ve got everything we need for now, at least till we get over these dunes. Then we can figure out where to go from there.’

Ya mean you don’t blimmin’ well know where we’re goin’?

Odorf chuckled at the bad luck the hog seemed to have gotten himself into already.

‘Don’t you worry about a thing Brocko; any beast will recognise the sand stone walls of Redwall once they lay eyes on it.’

‘Bah, well if we gonna start this trip t’day then we better get a move on!’ Brock put on a fake enthusiastic smile and limped wildly to the entrance of what was left of Noonvale.

Odorf strode up to where Brock had fallen on the floor, picking at his paw.

You ain’t going to last 5 minutes out there. Here, hop on my back; don’t want to be losin’ precious days travelling waiting for your ruddy paw to stop hurting.’

Took ya blimin’ long enough to realise that!’ Brock struggled up and hopped over to Odorf who once again picked him up and rested him on his shoulder.

‘And maybe this’ll stop you from complaining’

‘Wouldn’t go that far me badger buddy, I’m sure I’ll find lots to whine about on this journey.’

And at that word of warning, the two beasts walked out of Noonvale to start a long, perilous trip.

 

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As the fire burnt in the late evening and as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, Odorf buried his sword tip into the grassy dunes and rested his arm against it. Brock took this chance and shimmied down the badgers arm and jump rolled down the side of the dune slope face down in the mud.

‘Curse it!’ Brock stumbled up onto his good paw and brushed himself off and scrambled back up the side of the hill, where Odorf was looking out at the surrounding area.

‘Hows about we take a break sir? My paws aren’t as young as they were this morning you know.’

Brock sat down with a thud on the hard ground and rested his head against the dirt and sighed relief as he closed his eyes. Odorf turned round.

‘Don’t think you’re getting any sleep yet, it may be dark but we got to keep that fire burning so we can have some food.’

Brocks’ eyes widened with delight at the sound of the word food and started drooling ‘Tired? Me? No, what ya sayin’ badger? Your eyes been poked out by spear tips or something?,’ he shuffled frantically over to the fires edge and turned round to Odorf who looked confused at the fast movement of the hog, ‘Well? Shove the good into the fire an’ we can get eating!’

‘Good to see you’re so enthusiastic, now be like your old dad and make yourself useful and collecting some more fire wood.

‘If you’ve forgotten in your old age sir badger, I’m the one with the duff paw here! You’re the one that should be off looking for firewood not me, limpin’ around in mysterious lands like this outside of Noonvale. Who knows what’s out there.’

‘As long as you stay within sight of this dune, I’ll be watching your every move; you’re as safe as a house.’

Brock again slowly rose from the fire and starred at Odorf. ‘Oh, you mean as safe as our houses in Noonvale? Burnt to a crisp they were, an’ you callin’ that safe!?’

‘Stop ye chin wagging and get on with it,’ Odorf chuckled as he nudged into the hogs side, causing his arms and legs to wave about in confusion as he tumbled down the hill yet again, ‘look, you’re half done already. By the time I’m back, I’ll have a plan as to where we’ll be going in the morning!’ Shouted Odorf down to the unarguably furious Brock, who had his back turned, already limping off getting smaller and smaller.

 

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‘Why do I have to get the firewood? Where in Redwalls name am I goin’ to even find any out here? There ain’t a tree or leaf in blimmin’ sight’

Realising there was no good in talking as there was no one to hear him, he kicking dust up with his good paw, and kept silent as he followed the beast made dirt path created by distant travellers travelling to Noonvale, weaving around the grassy dunes. He continued walking for what seemed like hours, one paw in front of the other, gaining no ground and wincing when he lost balance and slammed his bandaged wound onto the dirt. Occasionally he would take a quick glance behind him to see Odorf high up on the dune keeping a beady eye on his wounded companion.

Crash, bang, wallop

‘Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!’

Brock was knocked to the floor; he felt around his back and rubbed the sore patch where a spike had been ripped out. He turned over, spikes flattened against the ground to see what all the noise was. A black silhouette against the full moon could be seen hopping up and down rapidly in circles, cussing and screaming at some sort of pain, ears waving around madly in the air as it bounded up and down. When the shadow creature turned his footpaw, Brock could make out a quick glimpse of his missing spike, buried deep inside the hares’ fur. The hare hopped forward waving his hands in the air blinded by the night.

‘Bah, I’ll get you, you balley old rat beast! I’ll chop off your head and have it for supper wot! Wot!

The lunatic hare leapt forward towards Brock, quickly he managed to roll to the side, but just catching the hare’s wounded paw, encouraging the spike to dig deeper into the hares skin and making him crash to the ground and reel in pain, clutching his paw and rolling about on the floor.

‘Balley hell! How many of you rotten whisker noses are there? I’ll take this javelin out me paw and slay the whole jolly lot of ya, you be sure mateys!’

Brock struggled with the pain of getting up onto his feet and hobbled closer to the mysterious visitor. As quick as a flash the hog leaned over the body and pulled the spike out of the hares foot

‘Eeeeeyouccchh!

A short, sharp pain came across him and he lashed out in the direction of Brock, missing by a hairs breath.

‘Ye ruddy pea brained rat waste!’

Brock looked down quizzically at the hare scrabbling with the empty air blindly.

‘I ain’t no rat!’ Brock shouted sternly

‘You bally well are n I’ll give you wants comin to you when I manage to get up old chap!’

‘I’m an hedgehog thank you very much, now if you don’t calm down an’ get up I’ll stick my backspike in ya foot ‘n’ leave ye here till the birds come and eat ya!’

He held the spike up threateningly, even though nothing could be seen between them in the dark night. The hare calmed down slightly.

‘Well I must say, you don’t sound like a nasty old rat, wot!’

The hare got up onto his paws and straightened his back, standing tall and proud.

‘Step into the light ma dear boy and lets have a look at you,’ Brock took a few wobbly steps forwards, ‘my my, you most definitely aren’t a rat, terribly sorry for the mix up chap. Just, when I ended up with a bally old sharp stick through my paw, what’s one to expect?’

He brushed off the dirt on his blue tunic and snake skin belt and inspected Brock.

‘Well sar! You are a sir right? Where are you heading off to on a night like this hey? You should be as good as tucked in at this hour.’

‘I’m lookin’ for firewood. I got me a badger over there in the distance trying to figure out which way to go’

‘You ain’t going to have much luck finding wood here ma boy, as empty as rat brains this place is!’

The hare leaned in on his tip toes and put his hands behind his back.

‘And where pray tell would you be travelling to?’

‘Me old badger friend wants to go to Redwall abbey to…’

He was broken off as the hares ears twitched at the name of the abbey.

‘Redwall did you say dear boy?’

‘Yeah, that’s right, Redwall abbey, and he…’

‘By god old chap! I know exactly where that is. I know this area like the back of my paw. Oh it will be a right old laugh to see my old chap Matthias after all these years wot!’

‘Matthias? That’s the beast Odor…’

Oh, we had some jolly good times at that Abbey, yes sar we did, noooo question about it,’ Brock just stood there staring at the hare, ‘Well old boy, what are you waiting for? Tally ho I say!’

[Nick000]

Nice chapter Kippers, something good to read for once.

I wonder what is in store for redwall.

[TenaciousD.]

Well done kippers, yet another super chapter. Keep it up

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Excellently done, kipps. That bit between Brock and the hare sounded just like something Jacques would do. Well done. Edited September 17, 2006 by Archaon, Lord of End Times

[Kippers]

Thanks all 3 of you

 

Does no one else read this?

[kingvercetti]

Great work as usual kippers, top notch story!

[matthew1g]

Can't wait for the next chappy

[Nick000]

I wonder when the next chapter is coming out, hopefully you'll have some time to write something up on the weekend.

Maybe you'd like to add this sword to the GFX section, it's small enough to fit in most signatures.

 

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[Kippers]

w00t, Chapter 7. Sorry for the delay. School's been keeping me busy.

 

 

Chapter 7

 

WolfJaw strolled impatiently back and forth in his throne chamber, claws clicking against the stony, dampness of the floor, paws behind his back and chin up. Up and down he strode, whistling a tune he had recently heard his rat slaves whistle down in the main grounds of his castle and found unusually catchy. Groaning, he lay back in his velvet covered throne and slumped down so his chest was level with his chin. Twas a slow morning for the beasts of castle Fladungy, dark clouds were forming over the forest, rain was steadily closing in on the walls around, casting dark, sinister looking shadows across the room as the throne cast a silhouette against the far wall.

WolfJaw heard a faint arousal of noise coming out from over the tiny patter of rain, he took a wondering glance out his main window to his right and could see, approaching his castles main gates his two most trusted rat leaders, General Slinger and General Tryst Blackshadow hauling a wounded beast through the rain and mud towards the gates.

 

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‘Open the gates!’

The two rat leaders dropped the prisoner and banged on the door as their drenched fur got flatter by the minute.

‘We’re blimmin’ soaked t’ our tails, open the damn gates!’

A rat guard standing inside a little wooden guard box on the other side of the gate ran out and quickly heaved open them open and promptly ran back inside giving a blind eye to the wet returns. Slinger stomped in with Tryst and the prisoner, glancing over his shoulder he gave a slit eyes look over at the guard now drying himself off in his box. He turned to Tryst and indicated with a slight twist of the head behind him.

‘What ‘e ever done that we ain’t t’ get a nice, warm place t’ stay in the pourin’ rain whilst all us other hard workers gotta live it out in this weather, slavin’ away?’

Tryst shrugged his shoulders. ‘no idea mate, but if we keeps workin’ we’ll be the ones standing in there. We’ll chuck ‘im out t’ the world ‘n’ let him live what he been missing. Lets see ‘ow long ‘e can coup then!’

Both the rats chuckled at the thought of the guards punishment-to-be and staggered inside a black side door leading down into the cells.

High up in the main window, WolfJaw over saw the commotion happening below. A trap door, hidden under the dirt and mud unveiled itself in the ground, and out stepped three weasels all chained together by the foot and hand paws. Guided by the tip of a cutlass, they were lined up in the center of the grounds, directly below the main window. The weasel leading the three out stood to attention, cutlass down by his side, the golden hilt, dull in the dim light of day. He stood at ease.

‘Prisoners are at the ready sire! He called up to WolfJaw standing at the window.

‘Excellent, take them to the gibbet and be finished with them! WolfJaw demanded.

‘Right away sire!’

Yanking at the lose bit of chain dangling from the front weasels neck brace, he dragged them over to the far side where three ropes with nooses already tied onto them were awaiting their next victims. The guard chucked.

‘Say ‘ello t’ the last think you three are ever gunna see’

Trembling unstoppably the three weasels prisoners slowly clambered up the wooden stairs and stoop under the hanging posts, still chained together, two other weasel guards put the nooses round the necks and tightened them so they were gurgling and gasping for air.

‘Ha, now if you manages to get out the noose, ya’ll still be stuck to ya mates and be me sword swingin’ target practise today. I ain’t done no training in an age, you might be lucky and live’.

The weasel guards stood back laughing manically.

‘This’ll teach ya f’ desertin’ the rest of us at the battle! The prisoner would be ‘ere three times quicker if ya lazy sods hadn’t a run off!’ Too scared to answer the three just stood there trembling and gasping for air.

 

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There came a bang at WolfJaws’ chamber door, staying firmly at the window and looking out, Slinger and Tryst, the double duo, appeared, their black tunics ripped all over and sheaths tatty from the weather.

‘The prisoners are ready for your order sire.’ Slinger announced standing to attention, Tryst copied.

‘good good,’ WolfJaw turned his head to the two rats still dripping, ‘now get off me nice floor afore you start a flood! There’s enough water outside. If ye wanna drip, I’ll drown ya both in the next puddle I see an’ ‘and you both out ta dry. Now scram and tell ‘em to go!’

WolfJaw flung his paw into the air, claws drawn to the full, making no hesitation or murmur, the two shot out of the door.

Snap!

The three bodies came down through the open trap doors simultaneously. The guards turned back and walked away, leaving the bodies to dangle leaving the birds to finish them.

 

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Now almost evening, apart from the hanging, nothing else much had happened in castle Fladungy. Slave rats were hauling huge rocks from the underground stores by rope and round to where repairs were being made to the rear, and new battlements were being put in place for rear end protecting. WolfJaw was once again slumped at his throne, twirling am ale glass in between his claws peeing into his reflection, down in deep thought. He peered at his chest in the reflection. WolfJaw was getting old, his once shiny blonde mane of a chest, full with hair, was now nothing but a few scrappy bits still barely clinging on, grey and dreary. He’d been ruler of the great castle for many a great season, more than any beast before him. His father, dripfang the Wild had died when Wolf wasn’t even a single season from the womb and he was made ruler straight away. At such a tender age, he knew nothing about ruling a castle, so his mother as equally as ruthless as his father, made the decisions for him. But one day, the castle was attacked, and the castle doors were knocked down and a stand off in that very chamber between his mother and 50 odd hares took place. His mum took the same fate as his father, uncle, brother and grandma all had deid in battle, protecting a loved one as ruler of Fladungy. Deep in the back of his mind, WolfJaw feared the same fate for himself somewhere in the future.

He sat silently for several more minutes, still twiddling the glass between claws. Finally he rose and opened the door; Tryst Blackshadow was standing next to the wall, cutlass at the ready, standing straight and motionless. He eyed WolfJaw, still silent he waited to be spoken to.

‘Tryst me dear fella, would ya kindly step inside me chamber. I want to have a word with you.’

‘Yes sire.’

Standing at ease, Tryst made his way in from the corridor to the damp throne room, WolfJaw closed the door behind.

‘Please do take a seat’

Tryst looked around confused. ‘Where ‘bouts can I sit sire?’ without a word, WolfJaw pointed at his velvet lain Throne chair in the center of the room. Tryst looked at him bemused, ‘that’s your seat there sire.’

‘Blinkin’ well sit on it or I’ll change me mind an’ ‘ave ya strung up with them weasel traitors out there!

Still a little confused, Tryst stepped up the stone steps and sat down cautiously on the throne.

‘Ye like it matey?’

Tryst started getting comfy and snuggled down into it relaxed.

‘Yeah, ain’t half bad sire. I could git used t’ this I could.’

WolfJaw stepped closer to him.

‘Glad t’ ‘ear that, ye might ‘ave t’ git used to it an’ all some day.’

Tryst sat up quickly, more confused than ever now.

‘Ye what sire?’

‘Yew ‘eard me. I’m getting’ old Tryst, I ain’t gunna last very long in this place no more if I don’t get killed by the next attack first. I need someone t’ take ova me when I’m dead ‘n’ gone.’

Tryst stood up and grabbed the hilt of his cutlass ‘Ye ain’t goin’ nowhere if I an’ the rest of us can help it!’

WolfJaw chuckled. ‘ That’s the sort of honesty and determination I always comes to expect from ya Tryst. Usually in me family we pass the throne down t’ the next in line, but I ain’t got now next in line. Always there t’ defend you are, which is why ‘av picked you ta take over when I go.’

Tryst remained standing, he wanted to grin and jump about for joy but knew in the presence of a leader he must stay emotionless.

‘Why erm…Thank ye very much sire.’

WolfJaw again chuckled. ‘Now gerroff me throne or I’ll pin ye to the back so ye can remain there ye whole life!’

Tryst dashed down the few steps which took the throne off and above the ground and switched places with WolfJaw.

‘Now be off with ye, an’ don’t go tell no beast otherwise I’ll have ye slain on the spot.’

Tryst saluted and left the room.

 

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Later still and WolfJaw had finally emerged from his dark, dank, damp throne chamber and marched outside into the castle grounds. The rain had finally stopped falling and the churned up mud on the ground formed into crispy dry lumps. A slave rat pulled up in front of WolfJaw, looking at the ground he spoke.

‘Ok you mangy little fat nose! We been pullin’ these things f’ days ‘n’ days an’ we aint getting’ no food or water offa ya! Now give us somethin’ t’ keep us goin’ or I’ll slap ye stupid Gunner!’

WolfJaw glared down at the worn out rat, breathing heavily after making the speech. He got his breathe back and peered up into WolfJaws’ eyes and froze.

‘I’m so…’

With one swift slice the rat slave was downed by the leaders’ cutlass, he stepped away as a blood pool formed near his paws.

‘Someone come an’ hang this beast up with the others and let the birds feast!’

Gunner, yet another of WolfJaws generals ran up to him panting.

‘Unknown objects approaching the gates sire!’

WolfJaw spun round, spraying blood over Gunners face.

‘Never mind this grimy ol’ rat, everyone get armed!’ He yelled at the top of his old, mighty voice, ‘we got ourselves some unexpected visitors!’

At the sound of WolfJaws’ voice, every beast in the castle grounds stopped what they were doing and grabbed the nearest thing to them to use as a weapon. Archers and slingers, including General Slinger, armed themselves and took position on the high ramparts and aimed through firing holes, taking cover behind the turrets. The horderats and weasels took arms with swords, daggers and maces and lined up in rank order in front of the main gates. General Tryst and Gunner at the front and WolfJaw heavily guarded at the back.

‘Open the main gates! WolfJaw ordered from the back.

Two hordebeasts ran out and heaved the main gates open, they all drew their weapons and waited for them to appear.

As they got closer and closer, Tryst and Gunner strained their eyes to make better their intruder.

‘Seems like there’s only three of ‘em’ he said to Gunner.

‘Ye sure? I coulda sworn I seen more earlier’

‘Nah mate, ye eye sight be playing up on ya, there’s only three of ‘em.

General Gunner lowered his sword and relaxed. ‘All this f’ only 3 beasts?’

‘Hang on, they’re getting’ closer. Ach! It only be Rumm ‘n’ Mur. Looks liken they got a prisoner with ‘em too.’

‘We can see them two getting’ promoted soon,’ Gunner squinted along with Tryst to see if he could make anything out, ‘Blimey mate, they got themselves a badger! A fully grown one an’ all!’ He peered back over the readied troops at WolfJaw, ‘’Ear, go tell sire that there ain’t nothing to worry ‘bout, it’s just two of our own.’

Tryst ran to the back of the perfectly lined troops and whispered into Lord WolfJaws’ ear. With a wave of the paw, all the swords were put down and the others dismissed their position at the ramparts.

 

 

Rumm and Mur approached the main gates, panting and slowly dragging the unconscious badger through into the main grounds.

‘Don’t jus’ stand there gawpin’ at ‘em! Help em move that badger down into the dungeons, no lock it up!’

Four or five took the badger out of the near to collapse Rumm and Mur and struggled to lift her up.

‘Blimey mates! ‘Ow’d you two alone carry this thing then hey?’

WolfJaw walked up to the two captors. ‘Stop ye chattin’ an’ get that thing away from ‘ere.’ He turned on the two Weasels as the other 5 slowly walked off. ‘So how did you two manage that thing on your owns? Youz must be right stong beasts of mine t’ do that.’

Rumm and Mur stood panting, Mur enough breathe back to speak.

‘We…Gots t’…….own up t’ something sire…..We ddin’t take that thing all the way from Noonvale……..That…..Woulda taken as a season and an….’Alf..’

Rumm continued.

‘We gots the others to help us all out as well…’

‘Where are the others then?’

‘They be….Right behind us sire….Should be ‘ere within the day…’

Both Rumm and Mar collapsed in a heap on the ground exhausted and tired.

‘You’ve both done a great job, you both deserves a rest.’

‘Thank ye.’ They both said in unison.

WolfJaw made his way happily up the slimy stairs to his throne chamber once again and gazed out the window and looked upon the two weasels asleep on the floor after their long journey and good returns. WolfJaw grinned.

‘Ahhhh, tis good to be a wildcat today, tis good to be the castles leader today, an’ tis definitly good to be me today.’

Edited September 21, 2006 by kippers

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Excellent chap, kipps. Good system of bad guys there.

 

[email protected] Tryst Blackshadow.

[TenaciousD.]

Super kippers, keep it up !

[Kippers]

Excellent chap, kipps. Good system of bad guys there.

 

[email protected] Tryst Blackshadow.

Lol yea, it was too good to let pass by

 

Wow, like...No one reads this

[Nick000]

Nice reference to Tryst Kipps, I liked it. '

Make a reference to soemthing funny next chapter, like the heybaby smiley.

[kingvercetti]

Great story this is evolving into kippers, good work.

Edit: Just finished reading this new chapter, it rocks!

Edited September 24, 2006 by kingvercetti

[Kippers]

Nice reference to Tryst Kipps, I liked it. '

Make a reference to soemthing funny next chapter, like the heybaby smiley.

lol, everyone's pickin up on the Tryst references But it wasnt meant to be a funny reference, as i said above, it was just too much of an awesome name and sounded so much like a name Jaques would give a character to just miss.

 

Thanks kingy