we all know about missions. And we all know that you complete them, badda boom badda bang. You're done. We wanted something different then that. This is a club about writing isn't it? And so I've started something new. Story Starters. You may have gotten them at school before. You take the piece of the story that is writtne, make your own adventure out of it, get grammar and stuff right, use strong verbs and nouns, etc. Then you get points according on how well you compleated it. The table shown below, tells you the story starter available, then the status, as in, if its taking and if its done or not, and who took it. Since we are starting from the very base of this new thing, there is a packaged deal for you. If you submit a story starter, you get five points. I you compleat one, you get the amount of points I give give you corrisponding for the story. If you send in a story starter and complete a story, you get 7 points plus the the points for your completed story plus 1. good deal. This page is in renovations right now, so you are viewing hte uncompleated Story starters page. While you wait for the compleated version, here's the old missions.
1.You hear of a group of moles enslaved, and forced to tunnel under Redwall Abbey, in a secret attemp to win control of it. Alert the Abbey, stop the vermin, and free the slaves.
2.Log a Log asks for your help with a group of robber foxes terrorizing the shrew villiage. Stop the foxes, find and return everything they've stolen.
3.A group of rats start to burn the trees in the north, destroying the forest because the squirrels refused to help them. Stop the rats and extinguish the fire.
4.A huge storm arises and everyone is caught up in it. Help get everyone [including those living on the ocean and rivers] indoors.
5.Weasels and stoats have captured a group of mice living beside the River Moss and are marching them down south. Free the mice and stop the weasels and stoats.
6.You have three day to plan a suprise feast for Log-a-Log and his shrews, who have been fighting robber foxes, along with the Abbot’s birthday party. Plan the feast, figure out how to get the shrews to Redwall, and do it without the Abbot knowing!
7.One of the tunnels built by the moles in ‘Mattimeo’ to avoid General Ironbeak collapsed under the wait of a huge snow drift, trapping two mice and a hedgehog. Free them without getting them hurt, and before they get sick from the cold. Then reinforce the tunnel to withstand the snow.
8.During an expedition to the River Moss to break up ice flows trapping two shrew logboats, a freak blizzard sets in. You and you’re four companions are stranded. Survive the night [cold winds, driving snows, low temperatures] and free the logboats before returning the Redwall.
9.A group of the carniverous frogs from under the Abbey's south wall have made thier way to the surface and are terrorizing the woodlanders. Stop them, find out how they got to the surface, and plug it up.
10.Sharks are terrorizing coastal villages and fishing boats on the coast. Get rid of them by any means.
11.Some beasts are spreading nasty roumours all over the place
about some of our club members. Find out who is and "Rat" out on
him/her.
To complete a mission, or if you have suggestions for more missions, send them, along with your name, rank, and the mission number here.
Mission #1 completed by Runn Ash Lotter-****
I took several creatures with me on this misssion, including Hanuk(a
mouse of the far north), Klicachic,( a sparrow that I know) and
Foldrey(a squirrel). The first thing to do would be stop the moles, so
we found the vermin camp. Foldrey made such a racket saying "We're all
gonna die!" that the sentries came and nabbed dis. This could be made to
work, as it got us closer to the moles. We told thier leader to dig a
concealed side tunnel of which they would escape through. At the time,
Hanuk was loosening his bonds, and soon we were all free except for the
moles.I had also told them a few other things. Foldrey was a very good
climber and scaled the wall as we built a platform for him to start off
of and Klicachic behind him. The squirrel almost fell a couple of times,
but was held up by my little, flying, friend. Both of them alerted the
Abbot in his pyjamas, not of the tunnel, but if the band of vermin
should be any trouble. I myself fell flat on my face as the Abbey door
was opened. Good thing nothing was hurt but pride. Hanuk had gone ahead
and when we got back to the vermin camp, he told us that there were 10
rats, 9 stoats, 4 weasles, and 7 ferrets.The rest was so boring that
Klicachic fell asleep in midflight while on sentry to find out when the
vermin would wake up. Do you know how mentally disturbing it is for a
sparrow seem to glide down at you at very high speeds while
snoring!? Anyway, when it was morning, the moles had been digging all
night. It was announced that we would break through today and let the
hostages witness the fall of the Abbey(We had pretended to still be
bonded).While every baddie was piled into the tunnel, the moles escaped
through the side entrance.They were actually very far from the Abbey
itself and the whole crew of moles stomped on the passage until it caved
in just like as when Cluny was there. Not all the weasles and yaddy
yadda died, but we had spread the news of this event to many an eagle,
owl, falcon, you get the message. Not a trace was left of the would-be
invaders. The moles said good-bye and journeyed back to their home. I
guess this was a day where you should not have said,"stan' on moi tunnel,
burr hurr!"
Runn Ash Lotter took on mission 5-****
Well, my actual home is on the banks of the river moss, at the Holts of River Moss,
so it wasn't hard rounding up warriors and getting there fast.
Anyway, when we got there, there was this big weasel who looked like
he commanded the whole lot of 'em, so we thought it might create
disorder if that 'un was killed. That wasn't really necissary after the
bloke realized he couldn't swim after getting of balance on the bank.
He'll scum up the water I say! Everybeast else seemed to take it calmly,
raised their right hands, and another weasel started commanding! Oh
peachy, it's a democracy!
We waited until nightfall, but this was no slouchy group. There were
five sentries posted on each tent, and 5 more in each tent for the next
watch. In total there were 10 tents. that's ten score beasts! But these
trained otters could take them on. A scout reported back to me that the
mice were in the center of the band, with tents surrounding them. Fifty
mice in total.
My plan was risky business, but it was probably the only way. I took
half my force and let the rest circle round. There they would bang pots
against rock, yaddy yaddy yadda. When that happened, the guards and
sentries were distracted, but the noise woke up the rest of them! That
might help since there would be nobeasts to go after my portion of
warriors, so we lterally tiptoed into the middle of the tents, released
the prisoners, tiptoed back......And stepped on a trip-wire! bells began
to ring all around us, and it was an "every- beast for himself" mad dash
for cover. That got the stoats and weasels to check back, but that
hesitation let the other half of my group attack.
The remaining vermin after the short battle scattered into the
woods, and everyone joined up again. It was a great victory with many
casualties but no deaths. The mice were very greatful for our help, and
returned to their homes. My warriors returned to their posts and such,
while I journeyed back to headquarters. Everybeast was put in their
place.
Snitter decided mission #2 needed some attention-****
Now, I've always been one who looks forward to a bally good challenge,
so, when Log a log told me about his troubles, I jumped (literally) at the
prospect of puttin' those robber-foxes in their place.
I knew that foxes are tricky beasts, an' ya have to be even trickier than
they are to outfox 'em, and for that reason I decided to take on this
problem by meself. (can't be draggin' a whole blinkin' army after ya when
ya need to be stealthy, wot!)
It didn't take me long to find the foxes' camp, and when I did, I didn't
jus' burst out an' charge 'em like somebeasts might have, no, I jus' laid
low an' watched 'em for awhile, gettin' an idea of who went where when and
whatnot.
Now, the head o' the robber-foxes had 'is tent right in the center of a
circle of the of the others, and the foxes brought all their stolen loot to
his tent. I figgured I could bally well have the most affect on thier
little operation iffen I could only get into 'is tent. But how?
I set meself down to thinkin', and, after awhile I'd come up with a real
scorcher of an idea. I went back to the shrew village and got a score o'
shrews to come out into the woods and wait real quietly until I gave 'em a
signal. Then I waited until one of the foxes was headin' out to do some
theivin', and, when he was just twenty paces out o' the camp, I jumped 'im
and had 'im tied up afore you can say "Fox in a fix"!
The next part was, I'll admit, a rather cruel one, but when I'd got the
fox tied up, I looped the rope over a low-hangin' tree branch so he was
hangin' up in the air upside-down, like, and-I started ticlkin' 'im.
Now, the other orbber foxes heard the sound of their buddy laughin'
hysterically, so they all come runnin' out to see wot's up.
Well, the fox I'd tied up was laughin' so bally hard that he couldn't
talk for quite a few minutes after I slipped off into the woods and the
others had to wait before he could even tell 'em wot happened!
Needless to say, once all the foxes were in the woods, I gave the signal
and the shrews all jumped out and, well, lets jus' say they didn't have
anymore problems wi' foxes after that!
Thanks to Streakfur, missions #3 was completed-
Streakfur saw the great orange blaze leaping up from the treetops, she
felt its heat on her face. A squirrel ran up to her, he was wearing a
long brown cape and a tattered white shirt.
"Streak! They've just burnt the 5th sector, where most of our food
supplies are!" The cat growled as she saw the wild rats looking at her and laughing.
Her tail twitched.
"Get the otters, I'll take care of the rats!"
The squirrel nimbly leapt away from her as she walked quickly to where
the rats were preparing torches for another fire. She gave a command.
"Get off of the squirrel's territory and help the oncoming otter tribe
extinguish the fire or not another one of ye'll be left standing."
The leader, a big burly tattooed searat stepped forward. His voice was
slivery, and reminded Streak of a traitor.
"Yes, right! We'll get off, just as soon as we burn this whole wood
down! The squirrels are not coopertive and must be killed."
With that he flung a torch at Streak, it caught some of her whiskers,
she quickly stamped the torch out and charged the rats.
They seemed unsure for the first time as they saw her rushing at them.
They squeaked with fear when, for the first time, they saw the axe
Wolfslayer. The rat shoved them forward.
"Get her! It's only a female pussy cat!"
Streakfur leapt foward in anger.
"I'll show you female!"
The axe bit into the first of the foes, throwing them into the air as
rag dolls. The otters were arriving and watched the once threatening
rats flying into the air. At last Streak reached the fleeing leader,
she grabbed him up by his throat and threw him into the burnign woods.
The squirrels, otters, and Streak turned their heads as he was burnt
away. Only Streak's booming words could be heard above his screams,
"If you play with fire, yer gonna get burned."
The otters came foward and soon the fire was put out, Streak stayed back
and helped re-build the sectors and planting new trees.
Snitter thankfully for us, completed mission 9-****
After killing about a dozen or so slimy, nasty frogs on our way to the south wall, my friend Martyn Strypeclaw (a young Tabby cat who liked to think of himself as an abbey guardian of sorts) and I were ready to get this thing over with and go have supper. We made our way along the wall, on the lookout for any more frogs who might like to have us for supper. I was tip-pawing along when suddenly, the ground gave way beneath my feet and I fell into a large hole. The hole, it happens, was filled with mud and slime, my tunic, it happens, was ruined. But that's not what's important now. Martyn, upon seeing all the mud decided to go and get reinforcements. I stood up and looked around.
The hole I was in appeared to be a chamber of sorts built of evenly spaced stone blocks. Somewhere beneath me I could hear water flowing. I looked for the source and discovered another hole, in the floor, not big enough for me, but certainly big enough for a slimy frog. so that was how they got in.
I managed to get out of the hole and raced into the abbey, calling for several creatures with shovels. We filled in the hole partway then covered that with a layer of stone, then filled in the hole the rest of the way. It took us a while to kill off the rest of the frogs, but when we'd done that, no more were seen in Mossflower after that. And I could once again eat my dinner in peace.
