Posts by Henry the Poet

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Great Hall

~Characters~

-Henry, Bird Bard
-Benar, Abbot of Redwall
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It is snowing, heavy flakes drifting and whirling out of the sky to land on the abbey, on the lawn and battlements of the great Red Walls of the Abbey. The Abbot is standing in the open doorway watching the snow fall with a soft smile on his muzzle as he takes a moment to rest from his job and just enjoys the peace of a quiet evening of Snowfall.

Through the gate hops the form of a bird. It appears to be a sparrow with a satchel. The fowl hops along at a slow, wiry pace before he stops in front of the door. “Salutations, Abbotworm,” says Henry, “Has been longtime, has it not?”

Benar peers down over his glasses at the sparrow, “Good dayum to you Henrysparra, has been seasons turning since last I saw you,” he says, lapsing into the Sparra tongue, “Welcome back to the Redwormhouse.”

The black-throated sparrow look up at the abbey for a moment. His feathers are covered with snow and left wing is wrapped in a bandage. The poet looks back to the squirrel. “To youum welcome, abbotworm, I give muchthanks,” he says. The sparra looks glances around and then asks plaintively, “Gotum you room for a coldsparra?”

Benar steps back so the sparraow can pass him and head inside, “The abbey is always open to friends and visitors Henry,” he tucks his hands into his sleeves, “What happened to your wing? It is unlike you to have to walk on in to join us.”

“Muchthank Abbotworm,” say Henry gratefully. The bard hops inside the abbey and perches himself on the back of one of the many chairs. He stares for a moment at the window of Martin before he speaks. “Do youm remeber Leon Abbotworm?” asks the sparrow.

Benar says, “Of course I knew Leon,” he sighs sadly, “He was one of my greatest friends,” he flicks his ears and sways his tail from side to side gently, “He is no longer with us... I miss his wisdom alot.”

“So do I,” says the poet. He pauses and then turns to face Benar, “In seasons past,” explains the sparra, “I realized that the sparra needum a healer, one turn to fixheal like abbeyworms. So, meum go to Master Leon and ask him to train Henry in the healing arts. What youum think he sayum? ‘Youum sparra, you can no be healer’?

Benar smiling quietly the Abbot settles down in his chair before the fire, outside the snow continues to fall softly blanketing Mossflower, “I think Brother Leon would sya, you’um smart sparra, I teach you all need know.”

“Exactly right!” exclaims the minstrel, “He no care Henry Sparra! He teachum him best he can dispite no wormpaws! But then...” the Black-throated bird stops for a moment and looks away, “But then,” he says softly, “He died.” The saprrow falls silent again and then continues, “After that, I thought that I would never heal again. Leonmouse was my one and only teacher, meum could not stand the thought of healing without him. ‘Whoum will teach me,’ I cried, ‘who will guide me now that Leon is gone!?’ But I had a feeling, it was almost as if the sprite of my master was calling me, ‘Henrysparra,’ said the voice, ‘you must not give up, youum must go out in to the world and hone the craft which I have taught you!’ The sparra of Warbeak Loft have never liked Henry, so meum decided to trust the voice and fly away form the abbey and use what my master had taught to help all I could find. On the way back, however, meum was attacked.”

Benar smiles and reaches down a paw as if to touch the Sparra’s back, he stops though and just holds his hand out toward him, “Leonmouse was most wise, Henry sparra is a good healersparra I can see it, a good bird...” he looks up at the rafters, “Warbeak Loft sparra are... proud warriors but not see much else. But down here in the Great Red House all are welcome as long as want.”

The sparrow looks down at the outstretched paw for a moment. Then, he moves to clasp it in his talon. “Greatthanks Abbotworm,” says the sparrow.

Benar holds that talon for a long moment and smiles, “You are welcome to stay with us as long as you want to Henry, you are always welcome.”

~The Abbot & The Poet End~

Henry the Poet · RP Chat

While I would like to participate, the only character I have that is really eligible, and the only one any knows anything about, is Henry. The problem with Henry is that he is a poet and a bit of a healer, so he would not be the best choice for the Tournament of Power. Therefore, I think I would sit this one out.

Henry the Poet · Logs

For anyone wondering, sow is the term for a female squirrel.

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Dibbun Classroom of Redwall abbey, Late Winter.

~Characters~

-Oz, Dibbun Caretaker
-William “Bill” Bones, Dibbun Weasel
-Flametail, Squirrel Sow

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Flametail did volunteer to help, so today she decided to see what was needed done in the classroom and for now sat off to the side.

Oz liked having helpers in his class, though he handled counting fairly well as a mouse dibbun counted out some buttons into his paw and smiles “It...10?” Oz nods “Yes Softfur your right” The mouse dibbun seemed very happy on getting it right and sat down in front of Oz so whomever was next had a turn trying out a math problem.

Up next is a sad looking weasel dibbun. He comes up and stares at the buttons. He counts and recounts several times before declaring, “Seven!”

Flametail watches the dibbuns with interest, mainly to see just how this lesson goes. One dibbun, a mole starts to sit next to her and she nods a hello, the mole giggles and just smiles. Seems the mole is a little young to do too much yet but has tried to count, but too shy to talk too much, but they do watch the others.

Oz does change the number of buttons in his paw and yes he knows how many is in his paw each time, he waits as the weasel counts a few times and smiles as he gets it right “Very good...” He changes the number and a vole tries, “5...teen?” Oz smiles “Its...4...see 1-2-3-4...”The vole nods and repeats it as they count and sits down. Oz smiles “It’s ok to get one wrong, we are here to learn after all. Maybe we can go on to shapes...Flametail could you bring those over please, the wooden shapes they should be in a box close to the doorway”

The young weasel sits down looking perplexed. “I just guessed at random,” He mutters to himself.

Flametail nods and she goes to look for the box, she does find it and brings it over to Oz “Here you go Oz.”

Oz smiles and nods his thanks, he can tell the shapes by feel and touch as he gets out a circle” Ok...anyone what shape is this one?”

The weasel stares at the circle intently and then rises his hand. “Square,” he says matter-of-factly.

Flametail stays quiet, it’s not her job to correct anyone...is it? She knows shapes of course though could work on her counting skills but she keeps that to herself as she is good at reading and writing. Yeah she is an adult who can like count to 5...maybe 6, so what.

Oz speaks “It’s a circle Bill....a circle goes around and has no end.” He feels for where the square is and finds it, “This is a square...4 sides and 4 corners. Squares can be seen a lot and some of the windows are squares.”

There is bit of snickering from a few of the dibbuns. The vermin child stares at the square and the circle for a bit. “But sir,” says the weasel named Bill as he points that circle, “way can't that one be called a square too?”

Flametail frowns at the dibbuns who laugh “Hey...not nice to laugh, all learn at like...different paces” Yeah that sounds good...not that she paid much attention in dibbun school, she sort of decided to skip a lot and be this great warrior....yeah didn’t go that well.

Oz hmmms “Well each shape has its own name...all are different. Not to worry you will learn all the shapes after a few classes as this is your first class. There is much to learn...counting, knowing shapes and colors...reading and writing and knowing some history is important as well.”

“That's complicated,” mutters the weasel. He then thinks hard for a minute and says, “I've decided. From now on, all shapes must be squares.” There is a good deal more snickering at this.

Flametail says, “That would be interesting but don’t think its possible”

Oz smiles “Well there are circles, squares...rectangles also.” He gets and shows the rectangle” Sort of like a square...almost but 2 sides are longer than the other two sides.

“No sir, you misunderstand,” Bill explains carefully, “from now on, they must all be squares.” At this, some of the dibbuns burst out laughing.

Flametail decides to speak up “Sadly who ever made shapes, like 1,000's of seasons ago, made the rules that different shapes have different names so blame them, got ta stick with the rules.”

Oz frowns “Alright...let's all calm down, perhaps we can end the lesson a little early today. “He puts the shapes back into the box” And yes shapes have been around a long time, I do not know who decided names for them, it was even before Martin the Warrior's time that shapes got names.”

The weasel is saddened by the news that not all shapes can have the same name and stares at the floor. At the Oz's last comment, however, he looks up curiously and raises his hand. “Sir,” askes Bill, “Who is Martin the Warrior?” Almost all of the class roars with laugher.

Flametail frowns, but she will be quiet, she knows of him yes but not a lot about him herself...well guess she can learn something today as well, she hopes.

The weasel dibbun stares down at the floor. “Sir,” says the vermin slowly, “do you think I could be a warrior... like Martin?”

Flametail lets the badger answer that, it is his classroom after all.

Oz says, “Well...you can be brave and helpful, but we do try to discourage beasts who want to become warriors. Martin did other things as well, he even laid aside his sword and became a Brother in the abbey after a while.”

“But why should a beast not be a warrior?” askes the weasel curiously.

Flametail raises a paw “If I could....being a warrior isn’t all fun and games, it can be hard. Yeah you do help beasts...but beasts get hurt in fights and sometimes killed. A warrior life isnt an easy life. There does need to be warriors around to help those who need defenders and for times a place is under attack”

Oz sighs, “I never did like weapons, I can use a staff for self-defense...pretty good with a staff but only when needed. My brother was a warrior, as was my Uncle...my nephew is a warrior also.”

“I understand that ma'am,” the weasel says looking at the squirrel, “but if I was a warrior...” he looks at the floor sadly, “If I was a warrior... my mom would still be alive.”

Flametail frowns at this “Maybe...maybe not. Never know with things like that...” Yeah now she will just be quiet.

Oz frowns also “Being a warrior doesn’t mean you can save...everyone.” He won't ask what happen as he sighs “Maybe we can all get some fresh air outside...I am sure Sister Ginney is fine with reading and witting being a little later today.”

Rest of the class gets up and exits the classroom one at a time, leaving bill alone on the classroom floor. “Mom...” he whispers to himself, “I will warrior. I will save everyone.”

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Grate Hall fo Redwall Abbey, Late Winter.

~Characters~

-Oz, Dibbun Caretaker
-Bill, Dibbun Weasel

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Oz had just got down with his math class and carefully put away the beads and buttons he used. He then made his way to the kitchen and got some mint green tea and want to sit in his chair in the great hall to drink it as while reading and writing class went on, he was on a break.

Suddenly, there is a loud bump from under the table. A moment later, out from under said table comes the form of a small weasel. The beast, who could not be older the five seasons, sits on the floor nursing his head.

Oz luckily had the mug in his paw. He raises an eyebrow at the sound and listens carefully before taking a sip of tea “Are you alright?”

“No worse than I normally am sir,” says the weasel in a melancholy and melodious, “However sir, I can't speak to you. I am hiding form you and talking would give away my position.”

Oz smiles a little “Oh...well. Talking would do that wouldn't it?” He knows he is under the table now “But why hide, unless you have done something wrong and you sound young”

“Well sir,” explains the young beast, as he start crawl under the table again, “I was not invited here, I snuck in this Abbey last night. But I can't tell you that, because then I'd get caught.”

Oz seems to debate on saying anything “Well I am sure you didn’t totally sneak in. It’s possible yes, but maybe you were not seen. Beasts here are friendly to those good of heart.”

“No sir,” insist the dibbun calmly, “I secretly snuck in. No beast knows I'm here. That's why I'm hiding.”

Oz hmms softly, “Well I didn’t see you...” Well he is blind so he is telling the truth, “So if anyone asks I can say I have not seen any small weasels.” Yes he knows he is a weasel now. He gets up and walks to the kitchen and gets a plate of berry scones and some water. He has known dibbuns many many seasons and know they sometimes just want to...well be like this. He sits the plate in a chair and scoots it back in place, now the plate is under the table but on a chair as the badger sits back down and sips his tea and eats a scone he got for himself” Well guess you’re have to figure out what to do today then”

“Thank you, vary kind of you sir,” says the young weasel as he takes a scone gingerly. He nibbles on the scone as he thinks on the badger’s last comment. “Well,” he says slowly, his head tilted to one side, “first I will hind more. Then,” he tilts his head to the other side, “I'll do something different.”

Oz nods as he sips his tea “Well, I do know more beast will be around and you may be seen as a lot are in here at meal times....well mainly in cavern hole mostly.”

“Oh,” says the dibbun vermin sadly, “I had not thought of that.” His eyebrows nit into a frown as he puzzles over his predicament. After some silence he says, “I'll have to go somewhere else,” the weasel child sticks his head out from under the table, “Do you know anywhere Sir?”

Oz says “I am not sure really, or you could simply not hide. That is up to you as hiding all day and night might get tiring. I do not think anyone would harm you in the abbey, you don’t seem the type to mean anyone harm”

The young beast finishes his first scone and starts nibbling on a second. A moment later he gives forlorn sigh. “I suppose your right sir,” he says sadly. The vermin dibbun slowly crawls out from under the table and stands up. “Hello sir,” says the weasel politely, “my name is William Bones. Please call me Bill. May I stay here?”

Oz offers a smile” As long as your good of heart, yes....though your need to get into abbey school if you need to learn counting, reading and writing. I tend to the counting class, as well as teach shapes. Sister May helps with reading and writing, and there is history also, and learning the abbey charter”

The weasel is quite for a bit. He finally says, “Sir, I don't know what any of those are. However, I will accept them if it means in can stay here rather than the woods.”

“It's very cold in the wood.”

Oz says, “Yes the woods are cold this time of the seasons, it’s much better inside where one can be warm and maybe gain friends and knowing math, and knowing how to read and write are very important skills, also they like to make sure beasts know at least a little basic first aid or healing skills...some even go on to learn a lot more”

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

This was a great log... I have nothing else to contribute.

Henry the Poet · Open Chat

Be not perturbed! I, the poet revered to only as "Henry", was not dressed over you lack of response to my proclamations. I merely sunk into a bottomless bog of melancholy form which I have yet to return...but until I do return, I am perfectly content.

Martin is currently in Ferravale, as he is at most times. He has not done much of anything, so he could by any if need be.

As much as I would like to have Lewis join the long the patrol, I would rather have a RP or two with him on the west shore before having him join (after all, he needs to get to Salamandastron before he can join the Long Patrol something AT Salamandastron).

Henry the Poet · Logs

“I hear the wind blow through the wood,
You tried to fight as best you could,
For the sweet nest you hold so dear.
Now may you soul fly swift from here.

I mourn your passing with my tears.
The future holds all hopes and fears.
You’ll see them not, your fears are gone,
For your good soul has want beyond.

I’ll miss you much now that you’re gone,
I must be strong and carry on,
To protect the home for witch you fought,
The home for witch your life was bought.

Oh, worry not, my friend in flight,
I will move forward with the fight.
I shall preserve your memory well,
And keep good the home for which you fell.”

-Wind Through the Wood, traditional sparra dirge, as sung by Henry at the funeral of Leon.

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Entry of Redwall Abbey, Mid Fall

~Characters~

-Chestnut, Hare Cook if the Defenders
-Krisha, Formerly Mute Badgermiad
-Henry Bird bard of the Defenders
-Xander, Leader of the Mossflower Defenders

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

The Remnant has been at last defeated! The Mossflower Defender's base as been recovered and peace has returned again to Mossflower. However, this does not mean nothing is happening. A tablet written in something like badger script has been discovered. To understand the tablet requires a trip to Willowbark abbey, the home of Gorvenalus & Minsc.
That is not all that is happening in Redwall...

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Chestnut sits on a small cushion in the entry as he writes some things down on a paper he has and reads it over a couple times, he frowns “No....1/4 a cup...yes that’s better”

Krisha walks into the entry quietly humming a tune, she seems happy

A deeper humming comes out of a nearby tree in harmony with that of the badger.

Chestnut up from his work when he hears the humming “Oh...a nice soft tune, how nice. Hallo there.”

Krisha stops as she sees the hare anyways and smiles “Hi...I was...it’s a good day for a song and it’s been a fairly well day for me so far.”

“Every day is a good day for a song!” cries a voice from the trees. From out of the treetops comes the form of Henry. “Greetings and good fortune to you friends!” he says with a wave of his wing.

Chestnut says, “I guess it’s a good day to plan a new recipe, some new treats for the base maybe”

Krisha smiles “Maybe you could help the friar make a cake...me and Xander's wedding is in a week and a half.”

“Congratulations KrishaBadger,” says the bird bard, “there is no greater symbol of love then a wedding.”

Chestnut says, “A wedding...hmmm...maybe I shall try and help in the kitchens...where shall it be?”

Krisha smiles “Rose garden and you can help and any good beast can come to it”

“You will need music,” declares the poet, “the sparra are the best beast for singing. I will form the greatest choir Redwall house has ever known.”

Chestnut asks, “The sparrows singing? Sounds neat and different indeed.”

Krisha smiles “And simple, they would be lovely with...with the bells someone will play and simple is what I want nothing real fancy and all that, simple is best.”

Xander walks into the entry, not yet greeting beasts and he still has a bandage on the side of his face and some fading bruises on his arms and legs, he finally looks up and waves.

Chestnut says, “Hallo sir, nice to see you up and about!”

Krisha smiles and walks over to gently hug the other badger and asks “You ok Xander?” She checks him over as she speaks “I been making wedding plans. They are coming along nicely”

The black throated bard chips happily “Greetings and congratulations captain!”

Xander nods “Thanks…” He smiles at Krisha “I am ok dear...still healing but ok” He does sigh a little “Maybe a scar, but hopefully not too bad.”

Chestnut stands “I need to see if I can help out in the kitchens...later all”

Krisha lays a paw on his bandages and smiles “I don’t care, I still love and will always love you...scars and all. You could have died and I am so glad you didn’t die”

“Excellent!” cries henry, “The two will be united. Songs will be sung. Feasts will be feasted upon. Verily, this will be a wedding to be recalled!”

Xander smiles “Love you too Krisha...”He chuckles at the sparrow” Soon...week from...well not tomorrow, day after that...wow that’s close but I can be ready. And yeah a feast can be had for a wedding, why not.”

Krisha smiles “A week and a day...yes soon.”

"Week and a day?" caries the sparrow poet, "This not much time, I must gather sparrows for the choir at once." The bird bards prepares himself for takeoff. "Farewell friends, may your love never cloy and may the winds fill you wings always." Then he flies up and into the Warbeak Loft, leaving behind nothing but a few gray feathers and the faint smell of mint.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

I don't know who ace is. if someone tells me, I will add to his discretion in the prelude.

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Entry to Redwall abbey, Early Fall.

~Characters~

-Xander, Leader of The Mossflower Defenders
-Ace, Hedgehog
-Henry, Bird Bard of The Defenders

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

The Defenders' base has been captured!

The evil of Quade did not end with his death. The Remnant, a group bent on the completion of the despicable squirrel's evil schemes, has appeared in Mossflower Woods. This vile ghost of dark ambition has token over The Mossflower Defender's base and slain Edson, a hedgehog warrior and a member of The Defenders.

Who knows when The Remnant will strike next!

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Xander walks into the entry as he is in his grandfather’s armor. He places his blade in the weapons area before coming back to sit on the steps leading to the wall top. Paws folded in his lap he frowns as he wipes away a tear, it’s not been a good past couple days.

Ace makes his way into the abbey, after looking around briefly he finds the badger and makes his way over to him before stopping in front of him…”Sir...” He starts and waits to get his attention.

Xander sees the hedgehog before he gets to him and nods a greeting as he clears his throat, “Hello Ace, please tell me you’re not here with bad news.”

Ace shakes his head “No news good or bad sir, then I suppose no news is good in a way” He goes to sit down now, “SO...when not usually at the base, not that we have one right now...sorry” He frowns, most likely not a good thing to be reminded of, “Anyways you stay here I guess or just updating the beasts here of going ones in the area?”

Xander says, “My uncle is here as is another beast I care about. I have yet to speak to anyone on what happen, the gate keeper knows and that’s all so far.”

Ace nods, he then smiles at an idea “Maybe your Uncle can help us”

Above the two's head a deep rich voice starts to sing. Its song goes thusly:

“I have often been asked whether,
To have both wing and feather
Is better together for wintery weather
Then having both fur and leather.”

With that, a black throated sparrow lands next to the two beasts. “Greetings Cap. Winters, sir!” he chirps happily.

Xander shakes his head “No...He doesn’t have much fighting skills, and he is the dibbun caretaker here...also he is blind” He stops as he sees Henry and nods “Hello Henry...have you heard what has happen past couple days?”

Ace frowns “Oh...never mind then” He waves to the sparrow but let’s Xander explain as ...well he knows more about what happen.

Henry eyebrows nit into a frown, “If Meum had, sir,” says the sparrow, “there would be a singsong about it.”

Xander sighs “Its…ok Henry, ok the Mossflower Defender Base has been taken over...there is a pawful of captives and...They killed Edson” He frowns “They call themselves The Remnant and a weasel named Loosefang is like 2nd in charge...no clue who is in charge of it.”

Ace listens as they talk “Is there anyone else you know of to help, as I offered at the meeting there is a friend of mine, she is...a little wild but a very good fighter.”

“Meum would suggest the sparra,” said bird bard thoughtfully, “but taking into consideration the last time I asked them to help, I do doubt they would be willing.”

Xander nods “Let’s not...I mean if the abbey gets invaded sometime yes they could help.”

The black throated poet turns his eyes towards the heavens, deep in thought. He sighs deeply as he looks back to the badger. “I don't know anybeast,” bemoans the sparrow.

Xander just nods “Least we know where the vermin are. We do have Ferravale and a pawful of others that may help too. We should also be careful as for now they are a small group but also no idea whom the leader is, we need to find out somehow or capture that Loosefang and make him talk”

“Whatum we need,” says the foul, after pounding the situation for a moment, “is a spy.”

Xander says, “A spy would be good, one from the air be better as there is Patch for the ground, maybe a tree but it’s not like he can fly and something large would be seen too easily”

“With all do respect sir, I think that is too simple. Rather than having someone witch them from a distance,” says the sparrow, a strange light in his eyes, “We could have one of our friends in Ferravale join The Remnant and give us information from the inside.”

Xander hmmms “I don’t know, could be dangerous and I don’t want to risk any more death. Their so leader is insane…he almost killed another beast on the path in fact.”

“Anything we do could be dangerous sir,” say the sparra bard cynically, “The safest place is lay out in a tree and covered with leaves.”

Xander says, “true and for now there is still leaves though some are falling since it’s that time of the year....but plans are always good to make and doing our best to be careful”

The sparrow shrugged, “If you say so sir.” The sparrow looks up as the bells start to toll one. “I should be going,” Says henry, “I have to collect herbs. Farewell sir!” and with that, he takes off.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · RP Chat

I Would love to be a involved.
Henry as not done much recently, I he would want to go on the adventurer.

Henry the Poet · RP Chat

Sorry, I originally mis-posted.

I was asking if there was a world, Earth 13 say, with an evil Redwall founded by Martin the Warlord. While in our world we have the peace loving and cordial Redwall Abbey. In that world, they have the dark fortress, Blood Redwall! Which is named after the ichor of the poor beast how have tried to scale it's sandstone walls.

Henry the Poet · RP Chat

GREAT...But I have a question, is there a universe where Redwall is totally evil? In that Universe was Martin a conquering warlord who swept in from the north and took over the peaceful MossFlower Woods?

This are important questions.

Henry the Poet · Logs

Sorry this is late, I could not get to the computer for a week.

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The kitchen yard of Redwall abbey, Nine weeks after the start of the sparrow war, Day of the Summer Feast.

~Characters~

-Henry, Bird Bard of the Defenders
-Xander, leader of the Mossflower Defenders
-Krisha, Mute badger maid
-Aden, Squirrelwife

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

The abbey has been relatively quite, however all is not well in Mossflower wood. The Sparra Civil has not ended, and somewhere in Mossflower the enemies of Redwall gather. But the Pro-Redwall sparrows are not idle. As their Redwall hating counterparts grow stronger, the sparra of Redwall too gather allies of the coming battle. As of yet, neither side as made a move, but this lull will not last.
One side must strike!

Thus is the sparrow civil war...
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Xander is sat at the potter's wheel, making some sort of vase...shapeing and reshapeing it and has been here maybe an hour or so. He flattens the shape for the 4th time and then slowly starts again.

Krisha walks into the section of the yard and looks around. She smiles as she notices the small forge and starts to look at it, that is till she sees Xander and makes her way over to him standing close by and just watches him quietly.

Near the two badgers land a tired and dusty looking Henry. The sparrow bard gives a quick salute to the leader of the MossFlower. “Greetings captain Winters, Sir,” he chirps tiredly.

Xander shakes his head and goes to stand muttering something and turns around, he blinks as he notices Krisha and a smile slowly forms, he may be in a not so good mood but maybe the day won’t be so bad after all. “Hey...Krisha, I was just...helps me relax, lets just say bad morning but the afternoon should be better...the feast” He looks to Henry and nods “Hello Henry, coming to the Summer Feast?”

Krisha smiles, she waves to the sparrow and looks back to Xander curious but just nods as she doesn’t know much on pottery...the forge yes, but not the other.

The black throated bard blinks several time. “Be there a fest coming, Sir?” he asks perplexed.

Xander nods “Little later today, ealier there was a wedding...it was nice, had a slight intruption but other than that it was nice. The summer Feast will be great...food and music, games and fun.”

Krisha listens and smiles, she gets out her pad and quill pen =I will be there and so will father and what would interrupt a wedding?= She shows the note to Xander. She wasnt around ealier today.

“I was not told of this,” says the sparra poet with a mixture of annoyance and sadness. There is a slight puses before he speaks again. “I am not sure if I can make it.” Henry says sorrowfully.

Xander nods “Its fine and all...most are welcome to the Feast.” He looks at Krisha note and sighs

“Just someone who will hopefully stay gone” He smiles “Nothing for you to worry on Krisha and the Feast will be fun”

Krisha nods and smiles a little at Xander. She watches the sparrow and for now puts her quill pen and notepad away.

Motherhood is hard. It's exhausting, really, and Aden is not well suited to it - but the squirrelmaid is trying her darndest with the three squealing, squirming, grabby-pawed babes clinging to her back. “Join I swear to the maker that I will give you back if you grab my ears one more - YEEOWCH! That's it, c'mere!” The silver-furred squirrel rounds the corner into the
Kitchen Yard with one red-furred dibbun giggling wildly, hanging upside down from an arm. The other two still hang from her back. “Oops, am I interrupting?” The housewife stops short of the tiny gathering with a shy little half-wave, her son still dangling from one paw.

The defenders bard looks sad at the talk of the fest. “Sir,” says the sparrow, “I have something important to report.”

Xander looks to the squirrel “Hello and no just some talking...” He looks to Henry “What is it Henry?”

“Sir,” declares the sparrow, “the foesparra is on the move! They number at lest Two Hundred strong! They will soon be upon the Loft!”

Xander frowns at this, “That’s....not good news. I can let the Abbot know....do the sparrows in the loft have aid? Like fellow birds to help them?” He is concerned of course, “How close?” He is polite and answers Aden “Xander Winters....leader of the Mossflower Defenders.”

Krisha frowns, lots of...birds, it's clear she doesn’t like too many birds around, she nods to the squirrel but doesn’t share a name right yet as other things on her mind.

The heck are the foesparra? Is there a bird war she missed out on? She doesn't think much of the sparrow ignoring her introduction, she's never got on that well with birds anyway. Aden blinks and stoops to scoop her brood into her arms. They seem undisturbed by this news and the only silver-furred dibbun takes to chewing on mom's arm. “Well that's just unnecessary.” Aden grumbles, pulling her off and putting her back on her back. “And Xander, you were but a wee babe when we last met. Now you're leading beasts? My how time flies.” A curious look is shot at the silent badger, Krisha. “You have lovely eyes, dear.” She clears her throat. “So are we, uh, going to war?”

“If the about needs to know Ironwood will tell him. Our reinforcements have not arrived yet. Which leaves us with about twenty able body sparra. The foesparra shall arrive within a week or two.” Answers the bard smartly. The sparrow turns to the squirrelwife. “The sparra are already at war,” says he, “and hopefully, Redwall will not be.”

Xander nods “Yeah...bad sparra agaist good sparra.....” Yeah confusing to some, he decides, for now, let Ironwood tell the Abbot as he knows more than he does “Ok...well hopefull the allies for Ironwood will come soon, there is Kurt but I am unsure where he is, he would help Ironwood”

Oh, well... Good on you lot, then.” Aden shuffles uncertainly and adjusts the dibbuns on her back. “I've got to put these monsters to bed, but good luck with the, uh, sparra invasion!” She salutes the two males gamely before turning on her heel and sauntering back to the kitchen.

“I return to the Loft,” says the sad sparrow, “the sparra must make ready for the coming assault.”

Xander nods “Try and keep some hope and also keep me updated”

“Farewell, Sir!” and with that, Henry takes off in to the sky.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Pond of Redwall abbey, five weeks after the start of the sparrow war.

~Characters~

-Leon, Master Healer of Redwall
-Yellowrose, Sister of Ironwood

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

It's been over a month since the first battle The Sparra Civil War ended. Duo to the damage to the loft, the pro-Redwall sparrows have come down to live in Redwall for a while. They have not returned to the loft, so one can only assume that it has yet to be fixed. Ironwood, temporary leader of the pro-Redwall sparrows, have ordered a contingent of the sparra to fly out and collects many allies as they can so that when the next battle comes, they will be ready.
No one knows when the next battle will be.

Thus is the sparrow civil war...
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Leon is relaxing by the pond, one of his few times taking a swim and being under the water, today he has made it to almost 6 minutes before needing to take a breath and coughs a little as he surfaces and looks around.

On the shore is Yellowrose, the sparrow maiden, staring perplexedly at an open book sitting at her feet.

Leon looks over at the sparrow, not many see birds reading books, he dives into the water, this time he stays 6 minutes’ and 2 seconds before resurfacing and coughing some once on shore. He chuckles a little as he mutters “New time.”

The sparrow maid looks up, “Greetings greatest healerworm,” says she, “Meum, attempting to uh...” she looks up trying to remember the word, “read.” Her brow furrows as she looks back to the book, “‘Tis hard.”

Leon walks over “Reading can be hard but once you learn it’s a very good tool to have in life, most in the abbey read, some can’t but also some that can’t are learning.”

“I see...” Says the yellow sparrow nodding slowly.

Leon offers a smile “Maybe one of the ones who help in library or a teacher can help you learn, hopefully here soon we will have a new recorder”

“Recorder?” asks the sparra confusedly, “Be that a beast who fixes ropes?”

Leon says, “They work in the library and keep record of events at the abbey, they are like the main beast in the library and they also know a lot of history”

“So theyum be like the greatest storyteller, but they tell history that others can read instead of hear?” ponders the sparrow maid, “Is that right?”

Leon says, “Well they can tell stories of the past yes or have beasts read it, some look up old abbey logs, like what happen with that Quade was written down, a long long time ago Martin the Warrior info was written down for us all to read or have another read to us”

“The recorder’s job,” says the sparrow maid slowly, “is to help others read about the past?”

Leon says, “It’s one of the jobs, there is a beast here that may become Recorder soon. We had one but sadly she was killed by Quade but another beast has written down some logs and caught us up on history and has even helped us learn of other lands”

“Oh, I see,” says the maiden looking a little disappointed at this knowledge.

Leon asks, “You seem upset, why is this?”

“Upset?” says the sparrow, “Meum not upset! Why be upset?”

Leon nods “Oh you sounded upset. But our past Recorder was Sister Zinnia....before that some hare, forgot his name...begun with an H maybe I wasn’t here then so don’t know. But when we do get the new one they can teach reading also and in fact they do help the younger ones and novice learn to read and learn history as well”

As the healer is talking, for some strange reason, the sparrow maid starts to look more and more irritated. “That be great,” says she in a tone none too happy.

Leon studies the sparrow and starts to ask something when a novice comes over "Ummm… novice Al slammed his paw in a door." The healer sighs and excuses himself and heads inside

The sparrow maid gives a sigh of relief as the master healer leaves and turns back to her book, her face a picture of disappointment.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

~SCENE~

Redwall Abbey's Great Hall

~CHARACTERS~

-Xander, Badger leader of the Mossflower Defenders
-Henry, Bird bard of the Defenders
-Krisha, Mute badger maid

Note: This is part two of a log, you may find part one here--->http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=343 (So many peoples in Great Hall.... /or/ "Stop talking right now.")

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Krisha smiles and just lays her head on his shoulders, she seems glad he is here as she watches the others head off.

Xander smiles and goes to wrap an arm around her to keep her close and help her feel safe, he looks to the sparrow "Anything new that’s important to know?"

The sparrow thinks as hard as he can and declares with much grandeur, "I have no clue, sir!"

Krisha watches the sparrow as she stays ever quiet and seems to let the two beasts talk among themselves.

Xander nods "Ok I have been getting the new base worked out, and seeing that’s its built good and we have the training grounds fixed seeing as it was mainly left alone, and some other things are going well. Oh...there is a blacksmith, Ferro...who is helping us now, he has a shop in Ferrvale." He smiles "And this badger maid is Krisha, she is gonna stay for, well not sure how long...but she is a friend"

The sparrow nods sagely.

Krisha decides to trust the sparrow, but she is unsure of him maybe, she dislikes birds and that is clear but she has relaxed more in the last few minutes.

Xander sighs, he frowns a little as he watches Krisha but still smiles a little "Anyways the Defenders Group is doing well, slowly growing"

The sparrow nods again. He looks to from his captain to the maiden and back to his captain again. The bird bard chuckles. "I shall give the two of you some time. If you require me, look in the infirmary. He glides to the stairwell and hops his up the steps, humming a ambient tune.

Krisha waves to the sparrow and looks to Xander as if to ask so what do we do now?

Xander looks around "Ummm...anyways a tour of the abbey?"

Krisha smiles and nods a yes to a tour and holds his paw in her's

~*END*~

Henry the Poet · Open Chat

Thank you!

Martin was in /the Bell Maker/, just not the sword.
Publication order is:

Redwall
Mossflower
Mattimeo
Mariel of Redwall
Salamandastron
The Bell Maker
Outcast of Redwall
The Pearls of Lutra
The Long Patrol
Marlfox
The Legend of Luke
Lord Brocktree
Taggerung
Triss
Loamhedge
Rakkety Tam
High Rhulain
Eulalia!
Doomwyte
The Sable Quean
The Rouge Crew

I've only read up through the Bell Maker, so after that I don't remember the order that well. That's what internet is for I guess.

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The entrance to Redwall abbey, fourteen days after the war began and ten days after the end of the last battle.

~Characters~

-Xander, Leader of the Mossflower Defenders
-Henry, Bird Bard of the Defenders
-Cynthia, Singer

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

Xander, leader of the defenders, (who had been on a trip) and Cynthia, singer and daughter of friar Lacota, had early reached Ferravale and just now reached the abbey. Meanwhile, the sparrows have started to live in the abbey itself and, so far, have not been having problems living with the Redwallers.
It is unclear how long it will take before they will be able to return to the Loft.

Thus is the sparrow civil war...
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Xander leaves his sword in the weapons area after stepping inside the gates and smiles "Home..." The other friiends were still in Ferravale, he could chat with them later. He looked to the side to see if another beast was still there or not.

Cynthia glaces around the entry and shrugs "Home guess, its been a little while for me...maybe I should of just stayed at the village or more so Halyard"

Xander frowns "You guess? I thought you missed the abbey?"

"Captain Winters, Sir!" Cries a voice from above. In front of that badger lands a black throated sparrow. His eyes are an unnatural golden color, and the smell of mint hangs about him. He throws a smart salute with his wing. "Welcome home, captain!" he chirps.

Cynthia shrugs "I...did" She blinks at the sparrow and backs up a little staying off to the side, she places the hood up on her cloak as a couple novice go bye and sits down on the steps going to the wall tops.

Xander starts to say something back when he spots Henry and smiles "Hello Henry, yes it's good to be back the trip went...fairly well."

"Fairly well is better than not well at all," say the sparra. "Things no go so well here at Redwall." As the black throated bird speaks, and group of dibbuns run of the abbey to play by the pond. In their groups is a few sparrow chicks.

Cynthia is curious of not so much the dibbuns as a tried looking abbey Sister runs after them but the sparrows with the dibbuns as she blinks "Since when did sparrows join in the fun?"

Xander frowns "Not so well, wot happen some of Quade's left over beast causeing trouble? I could scout the area if needed." He shrugs about the sparrows "Well...they are dibbun ones or...eggchicks think the sparrow call them." His attention goes back to Henry"Also how is..is Minsc, he is alive still right?" He remembers the hamster being in a deep faint when he left.

The sparrow takes a deep breath as he thinks of how to explain. "I started a civil war," says henry slowly.

Cynthia frowns, it’s clear she dislikes the word war, "War?" Gee maybe she should just leave, then walking off alone most likely isn’t a good plan as she quietly watches the dibbuns play.

Xander listens "War with who, what did I miss while I was away?" He takes a quick look around, things seem....ok so far,"Ok explain Henry and I am guessing most of the abeby knows about this or is it recent?"

"You see..." The sparrow takes a deep breath, and the he speaks a torrent of words, "After the battle with Quade, I try to help the woundhurt sparra warriors. It did not work, two-thirds of the sparra died. So, I brought Leon up to Warbeak loft to help the wounded that were left. When we got there, a sparra named Warclaw blamed me for died sparra and spoke that I brought Leon to poison what was left, so he attacked the master healer and meself. However, a most of the sparra know that Leon was in loft to help, so they fought against Warclaw's sparra…" Henry pauses to take a breath.

Cynthia frowns "Caleb’s dad was hurt? Is he ok?" She grows curious and walks over slowly.

Xander frowns as he listens " Sounds....so I am guessing thats why there are Sparra on the grounds, what happen to the other sparra warriors or even just the sparrows? And yeah Brother Leon is ok right? I know he would of been there to help save any sparrow that was hurt best he could"

"Did I says they HURT Leon?" asks the sparra rhetorically. "No, I just said they ATTACKED Leon. Heum fell out of the loft, but was saved by some sparra on our side." Henry takes another deep breath and goes back into his explanation. "The battle ended in victory for our side, and Warclaw' side fleed in to Mossflower. Many sparra warriors where woundhurt, so they were taken to the Infirmary where Leon could help them. Some of the sparra went of to gather allies from outside Redwall. The rest move down in to Redwall so until they could repair the Loft, which was damaged in the combat."

Cynthia seems glad Leon is ok and just lets Xander and Henry talk to each other as one of the sparrow chicks wandered off and is looking at Cynthia who smiles a little and sits down on the grass.

Xander says, "Ok "The badger says "Well will have to keep an eye out for Warclaw and hope who ever on your side is back first with some good friends."

"Let us hope," says Henry with a nod. "Let us also hope that the sparra and the creatures of the abbey continue to get along as they have been. We would not want any incandescents..." A loud crash somes for inside the abbey. "STUPID BIRD!" exclaims a voice form inside the abbey. "Like that," says Henry. "I should go check on that." The bird bard hops quickly towards the abbey.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

"Hello, I must be going
I cannot stay
I came to say
I must be going
I'm glad I came
But just the same
I must be going, la-la!"
-Captain Spaulding. "Hooray for Captain Spaulding." By The Marx Brothers. Animal Crackers.

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

The Healer's Dormitory of Redwall abbey, before sunrise thirteen days after the war began and nine days after the end of the last battle.

~Characters~

-Leon, Master Healer of Redwall
-Ironwood, temporary leader of the Redwall Sparrows

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

After the battle with Quade, Leon want up into Warbeak Loft too help the few wounded sparrows still left. However, a group of sparrows lead by Warclaw and attacked Leon. In his attempt to escape, Leon fell out of the Loft! But he was saved at the last minute by some sparrows on his side. This was the start of the battle of Warbeak Loft.
The battle ended with the victory for the pro-Redwall sparrows, Lead by wounded Ironwood, who then retreated into Redwall. While the defeated anti-Redwall sparrows, lead by the aforementioned Warclaw, retread into Mossflower. Both sides must gain allies if they wish to win the next battle.

Thus is the sparrow civil war...
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Leon rarely sleeps in here, well it’s been a while anyways as he needed some quietness and some sleep from helping the sparrows and then woken up in the middle of the night to help a vole maid who had a dibbun, and then he went back to bed, don’t disturb him sort of thing and the dorm was closer. But his sleep was restless as he tossed and turned and muttered, he then slipped out of bed with a yelp and a scream, holding his chest and breathing deeply. He looks around quickly and tries to calm down.....nightmare?

The rooms is quite in the dark of the night, not a sound can be heard or a movement be seen. Then the Dormitory door swings slowly open to the bandaged form for Ironwood. “Is something wrong?” he asks calmly.

Leon takes a few deep breaths and his eyes adjust to the darkness, “W…where?” Oh yeah he fell asleep in the healer dorms and he is on the floor as he sits up and then slowly gets back to the cot and sits down. He finally looks to the door “It's.....nightmare, bad bad dream was falling...”He gulps and manages to calm down but is still shaking a little.

“Falling?” asks the sparra unsympathetically.

Leon frowns “I was...so so high up on the roof....and fell…and before hit ground w…woke up” He is glad somewhat to be in here and not his own bed waking anyone up, a grown beast having a stupid nightmare and it’s not the first time he had it, he did one other time but either no one heard him scream or maybe he didn’t scream

“Why would youum by fearful of...” The yellow headed bird has to think for a moment. “Oh right, you worm. Worm no fly.”

Leon shakes his head “No...flew on an eagle...once, wasn’t fun even if he was a friend....”He frowns, great lets remember that day now too as he sighs a little and takes a couple deep breaths before laying down again “I...sorry woke you”

“I was not your cry that woke me,” says the sparrow coolly.

Leon nods as he looks at the wall, “Just.....don’t tell anyone I had a nightmare” Well he can hide it for so long and he plans too, least for now.

The yellow sparrow raises an eyebrow. “Alla dreams should heeded,” says the sparra in a matter of fact manner. “If youum have dream of falling, thatum be warning that you may fall.”

Leon frowns “Already fell,” He mutters. But the whole keeping it secret from everyone, even his mate and kids is getting to him. His fear of heights is causing him to revisit falling from the roof, only dreams make things seem worse, like insane laughing as he falls or just falling from higher up and almost hitting the ground. He grips the light cover on the cot and just closes his eyes and frowns.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Open Chat

Greetings my friends! How goes it this fine spring day?

Now I have a question, which is simultaneously about the MUCK and the books.
Martin the Warrior, if you are reading this, you know who Martin is. He is in more books than anything else, except of maybe his own sword. Ratdeath, in some from, makes an appearance in every book in the series (I have not read past The Bellmaker, so if it does not appear in a later book, I would not know (for example, I don't think it appeared in Lord Brocktree)) except The Bellmaker.

Now, here's my question, where is the shield?

In the first book, Martin had a shield. In fact, the shield was required to find the sword. But in Mossflower, Martin never got the shield, so where did the shield that Matthias some from? On top of that, correct if I'm wrong, but it's not mentioned after Mattimoe, so where did the shield go? I will not talk about his sword here, because if I did, it would devolve into a rant about Mariel of Redwall (and not a positive one, let me tell you) I just want t know about the shield.
Now the Question as it applies to the MUCK, where is the shield? If it has been said where it is? If not, could it be used in an TP (like, a quest to find the Shield of Martian)?

Don't get me wrong, I love this series. I am just curious.

P.S.:
In Mattimoe, Matthias had armor. Where did that come from, where did it go?

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

Great Hall of Redwall abbey, twelve days after the war began and eight days after the end of the last battle.

~Characters~

-Minsc, Hamster Warrior
-Benar, Abbot of Redwall abbey
-Unnamed Novice

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

Ironwood, temporary commander of the redwall sparrows, announced to all of Redwall, the loft is at war. Warclaw, leader of the anti-Redwall sparrows, attacked a abbey beast when he came to the Loft to help wounded sparrows. After the first battle, Warclaw retreated in to Mossflower and Ironwood into the abbey. The Loft was decimated in the battle, so the Ironwood's forces will stay in the abbey until such time as the Loft is repaired. Ironwood is has sent sum sparrows to gather allies, but it is unknown when the next battle will be.

Thus is the sparrow civil war...
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It has been a day since the Sparra's big announcement and Benar is out by the pond. He is watching a group of sparra eggchicks and dibbuns playing together down by the water’s edge.
For now things seem quiet and mostly peaceful as the Abbey beasts have opened their arms to welcome their sparra friends.

Minsc watches, curious as he is relaxing some, or trying to as he sighs and stands as he limps over to the abbot “Abbot Benar? I...wish to ask a question as me and Gorvenalus have been trying to figure out where to go…where to stay after I recover from my wounds left by Quade”

Benar says, “You can both stay here if you wish Minsc, Redwall is open and welcome to all who wish someplace to dwell in peace together.”“

“Well I wish all the sparrows would get that,” Mutters a disgruntled voice behind the abbot. The voice belongs to the novice who got in to an argument with one of the sparrows yesterday, who sits down near the abbot looking cross.

Benar glances down at the Novice and quirks a brow, “And just what is your problem with the sparra Novice? They have a different culture and way of life to us. But they have been friends with the abbey for seasons uncounted.”

Minsc nods and listens about the sparrows, he only so far seen the sparrows from a distance. “They do talk different but....so do some other beasts, like hares and for sure moles around here”

“It’s not sparrows I object to father,” Says the novice. ““Tis just some of them refuse to...to...” His voice trails off as he looks for a word to describe it.

Benar turns to the Novice and smiles, settling down on the grass, “Refuse to what Novice? If I can help you I will do so”

“..To...to...” The novice tries his best to bring a word to mind, but he ends up just making a sort of circular motion with his paw. “...to...to pull their own weight, I guess...”

Benar says, “I see what you mean, well they are our guests and they are birds. It isn't as if they can help wash the dishes or change bedding or sweep the floors. And most of them are proud warriors but I shall ask if there is anything they can do to help”

“With all due respect father,” say the novice his he pulls up pawfuls of grass and letting it blow away in that wind. “I don't think they'd help even if they were ordered to.”

Benar says, “I wouldn't order them too my young friend. They are our guest. I will ask however, there is no harm in this and they are our friends. They may genuinely wish to help in their own way.”

The novice does not argue with the father abbot, but he does look doubtful.

Benar smiles, “I will track down Ironwood and see what he says. I am sure if their leader ordered them to help they will do so.”

The novice blinks a few time, then a little smile crosses his face. “Thank you father,” says he. The novice stands up and dusts himself off. “I should get back to work now, won't want to become a sparrow!” He runs of toward Great Hall.

Benar bows his head, “I will see you soon and I will go and find Ironwood and see if I can ask him to have his Sparra's repay our kindness with a little help.” he then heads off and starts to wander in search of the Sparra commander.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

Henry the Poet · Logs

~Setting~

Great Hall of Redwall abbey, eleven days after the war began and seven days after the end of the last battle.

~Characters~

-Minsc, Hamster Warrior
-Benar, Abbot of Redwall abbey
& Various spoofed creatures including
-Iornwood, Sparrow Warrior
-Unnamed Sparrow
-Unnamed Novice

~WHEN LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES~

The battle of Warbeak Loft has ended in victory for the pro-Redwall sparrows. Warclaw, ambushes nephew of missing king of the sparrows and leader of the anti-Redwall sparrows, and his forces retreated in to Mossflower. While Ironwood, sparrow warrior and temporary leader of pro-Redwall sparrows, and his forces retreated in to Redwall. Both sides must gather allies if they wish to win the next encounter.
Redwall knows nothing of this as of yet.

Thus is the sparrow civil war...
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Minsc slowly makes his way downstairs, he is walking with the aid of a walking stick he has now. Stairs, they seem to be the enemy but at least he is out of the infirmary and able to sort of get around now.

The creatures of Redwall abbey are having breakfast around the table of Great Hall. There is a sense of unrest all around the chamber, it soon becomes apparent why. For the first time, the sparrows are eating at the table with the other abbey dwellers. However, the sparrows have not yet grown accustomed to abbey life and this is causing friction. It has not gotten to the point where fights breakout, but it could. And, the sparrows, unlike the Redwallers, are beasts of war, so this could go south very quickly, very easily.

Minsc notices the birds, he isn’t sure how he feels about birds and goes to sit down at a table away from them.

“Why do you think the sparrows are out of the loft?” Whispers one nearby novice to another. “I don't know, it does not matter,” Replies the second to the first. “But the sparrows have always kept to themselves before,” Says the first. “Why would they choose now, when the abbey is at peace, to come down?” “Whatever the reason,” says the second. “It would have been better if they had stayed in the loft.”

Minsc stays at his table, a walking staff beside it as he is still bandaged and recovering from the whole Quade thing, but he is curious of the sparrow, “What’s goin’ on'?” A novice shrugs “I don’t know...I stay away from birds and they call everything worm...its wield”

At first, things go smoothly enough. The unexpected sparrows who nothing about the Redwall way do cause a few probable, but nothing to major. That is until a loud crash is heard from the side of the table opposite Minsc. “WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” comes one voice from where the crash was. “YOUUM DO SAME TO ME!” cries another, the second one is the voice of a sparrow. “WHAT?” responds the first voice. “I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!” “OF COURSE YOUUM DID!” shouts the seconded voice. “OTHERWISE, YOU WOULD NOT HAVE DONE IT!” “THAT MAKES NOT SENSE!!!” exclaims the first voice in rage. So much for breakfast going smoothly.

Minsc frowns as he gets a rice cake and just stays calm, hey he did nothing and he isn’t in the mood to move, his leg is bandaged as is his side still. He sips his drink, and hmmms “Well......this is interesting.....and yeah” As the novice talking to him hides under the table.

Benar sighs softly at the commotion and sets down his tea cup. He then stands up and waves back Sister Agatha who had been about to walk over. “Good morning everyone,” he stops by the two loudest and turns to look down at the sparra, “Be welcome here to the great stone house Sparra. I am Benar, Abbotworm of the Redwallhouse. What brings Sparra warriors into the worm hall today?”

A hush falls over the whole chamber was the abbot speaks. The sparrow looks up at the abbot with the look of defiance and he opens his beak to speak. “I shall explain!” Comes a voice from the stairwell. Standing on the final step is a small wounded sparrow with the fierce eyes of a warrior. With great pain he hops across Great Hall and on top of the main feast. “My friends,” he says in a voice as clear as a shared of ice. “The sparra are at war!” Murmurs can be heard from every part of the room.

Minsc blinks “You can speak their language Abbot Benar?” Well that’s a shock, but also good at the same time. He looks to the sparrow speaking and is quiet.

Benar nods to Minsc as he lets the hubbub over that announcement play over the hall, “Indeed, I used to climb up to the Sparra Loft when I was a dibbun... mother was always telling me off...” He then walks towards the injured sparra now perched on the breakfast table, “Abbotworm welcome you to the Redstone house,” he bows, “Iffa Sparra are threatened then know Redstone houseworms will be standing with Sparra. Friends for seasons unchanging have Sparra and Redwall been.”

“Thank you abbotworm,” says the sparra speaker. “But thisum be not probable that wormabbey can add with. For sparra enemy...be sparra.” The murmurs become even louder. The wounded sparra holds a wing up for silences. “Eleven suns ago,” explains the sparrow in a voice as cold as winter. “Evil sparra name Warclaw attacked abbey worm who came up to help wounded sparra. He and him forces were fought off, but Loftnest was decimated. Weum retreated into wormabbey to recover.”

Benar says, “I remember Warclaw,” he frowns, “Iff'n Warclaw comes back Abbeyworm will send warriors up into Loftnest, protect and help keep loftnest safe with Abbeyworm weapons.”

“No,” Says the sparrow calmly to the abbot. “Rule says no worms in loftnest. Weum have sent sparra to gather ally birds just as WarclawVillain must be. Iffa we needum more help still, we will call upon the abbeyworms.” He then speaks to in all within the chamber, his voice clear as a water. “Meum Ironwood, temporary commander of Redwall sparra. The sparra shall stay in wormabbey until such time as the loftnest is rebuilt. Then we shall return Warbeak loft and await next battle with Warclaw. That is all!” Ironwood hops of the table without another word.

Minsc listens and blinks as some start talking he looks at Benar “Maybe the abbey can help with....ummm whatever they build nests with, leave it somewhere for them?”

“That would be much welcomed, abbotworm.” Says Ironwood.

Minsc nods, he is glad his idea will be used.

~TO BE CONTINUED IN OUR NEXT!!!~

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