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 Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 10:22 am
It has been a few seasons since Tsarmania was defeated and Kotir sunk beneath the waters. Redwall's construction is well under way, under the watchful eye of the famed Martin the Warrior, still sporting scars of the great battle.
However, a great evil once again threatens Mossflower, and with little completed on Redwall, the woodlanders have no real place to stay. The workers are scattered, and Martin the Warrior has vanished for some strange reason.
It is up to the woodlanders to fight and reclaim Redwall's construction site. And to find their missing Warrior.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 5:52 am
A lone figure emerged from the heavy mist hanging above the forest floor. The sun hung low in the eastern skies as the cloaked figure stumbled on a tree root.
Lia the Mousemaid caught herself just before falling face first into the dew. She drew the tattered green cloak about her and pressed onward, her strange, piercing blue eyes darting with the shadows. Her tail whipped from side to side, almost in a cat's manner. Lia kept a paw on the old worn hilt of her grandfather's blade, a magnificient sword if there was one, even if it had lain, unused, on the mantle of her grandfather's farmhouse.
She remembered days when she was smaller, reaching out for the shining thing, even getting a chance to touch its sapphire pommelstone. A thin smiled played about her lips as she leaped over another tree root.
Suddenly, a sound rent the air. Lia stiffened, her ears perked towards the sound.
Boom!
There it was again, only this time accompanied by laughter. Lia picked up her pace and sped through the woodlands. She skidded to a halt. She blinked her eyes in awe.
A massive build was underway. Reddish sandstone was piled near everywhere and creatures clammored. There was one beast which caught her eye. A warrior of sorts.
He was a mouse, strong and youthful. He wore a light blue smock, but even then, Lia could spot the scars of some battle. He carried a sword, shining like iced lightning. Deadly beautiful.
Lis ventured forward witha paw still resting on the hilt of her blade. She dared to speak aloud.
"Nice day to be workin', sir." The mouse turned, his dark eyes locking with hers. Instead of a startled ferociousness she had been expecting, the mouse stared at her with a mild surprise.
"Aye. A wonderful day. The sun has risen now." His voice had a warmth to it. He was being polite. "Would you like to join us for breakfast? By the way, my name is Martin." He stuck out a paw, a smile on his face.
"Sure, Martin. Lia's the name, Lia the Mousemaid." She shook his paw heartily, wincing slightly at the strength in his paw.
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