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Post by Isaiah on Sept 15, 2018 13:04:27 GMT -5
issue. With winter fast approaching, the march towards Redwall would be brutal and harsh. To top it all off, they would be severely weakened by the time they arrived, not the intimidating force Redwall needed. Still, Redwall's allies persevered, traveling towards Mossflower even as the first snows began to drift. The siege was taking its toll at Redwall, and food
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Post by Celebes on Sept 16, 2018 8:18:49 GMT -5
, the very heart of Redwall's prosperous culture, was beginning to run low. With only a bowl of meager broth in their paws, shivering sentries upon the wall tops were forced to watch as Remmy's hoard below gorged itself on the fat of the woodland's fall produce. The smell alone was enough to make a mole want to leap. It seemed Remmy
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Post by Barkfur on Sept 16, 2018 17:56:02 GMT -5
was intentionally holding back any attack to demoralize the redwallers. At the abbey, a desperate bid was made to liven up the siege. The orchard was harvested and the small portion of fruit that was harvested were distributed to the redwallers. A stout grayling was caught at the abbey pond and served to the abbey population along with the fruit. this raised
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Post by Riverstream & Riana on Sept 17, 2018 19:50:43 GMT -5
serious concerns about food poisoning after nearly half the population got sick from eating the fish. Luckily, the cure for their ailment was found in the form of
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(This is really fun when you don't read the previous 5 pages and just disregard all context)
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Post by Isaiah on Sept 19, 2018 20:30:32 GMT -5
fresh produce that woodland refugees had managed to sneak into the Abbey, risking their own life and limb to make it to a safe haven. Unfortunately, Redwall was becoming less and less of a safe haven as even with supply reimbursements, food would inevitably run out. Hope came in the form of reinforcements from across Mossflower and beyond, answering the call for aid. They
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(Who needs context? Also, you might've missed it but we're trynna continue the story with the number of words corresponding to the number of the post. Like how I have ^^ 64 words in my continuation)
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Post by Celebes on Sept 20, 2018 11:03:34 GMT -5
came in small bunches, twos and threes, having sacrificed the safety of staying in a troop for the speed of allowing each fighter to make his own way. These winter worn warriors were willing to fight. Unfortunately, not all of the Redwallers saw this. Whereas some were strong and healthy, others were ravaged by the journey, and feeding these poor extra mouths proved a strain
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Post by Barkfur on Sept 20, 2018 20:22:28 GMT -5
to the redwallers. nevertheless, they were treated the same. after all, any reinforcement was welcome. Once the entire relief force settled in, Remmy realized she was outnumbered seven to one. Although the odds, she continued to scheme against the abbey. Drawing, planning and finally, mobilizing. For days on end, she prepared. Until the day came.
The day of Remmy's attack was like any other day, except
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Post by Celebes on Sept 29, 2018 12:55:47 GMT -5
for the faintest of winter drizzles that always seem to accompany dramatic events. A light mist seemed to permeate everything, the tin helmets of the ferret footbeasts, the cold masonry of the battlement crenulation, and the linen tunic of more than one field mouse archer. When Remmy's army approached, there was no shouting, no negotiating. On silence. The time for negotiations had passed. And everybeast knew it.
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Post by Isaiah on Oct 5, 2018 14:18:52 GMT -5
The first attack began, a roar worth hundreds of vermin as the horde swarmed towards the Abbey gates. Arrows flew, battering rams were raised. Hours seemed to pass without either side gaining much leeway. By this time, the faint winter drizzle had developed into a full blown thunder storm, lightning oft striking dangerously close to the Abbey. As the sun fell, Remmy took a segment of her force
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Post by Barkfur on Oct 8, 2018 1:10:48 GMT -5
towards the main gate, with ladders and shields. The force was met by a stream of arrows but managed to dig in for the night. Down the line, fire arrows were prepared but to no avail, as the vermin archers couldn't get in range without getting hit by a platoon of archer hares. Around midnight, the battle stopped. Everyone patched up wounds, repaired fortifications, all in wait of the
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Kunal
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"All sorrows are less with bread."
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Post by Kunal on Oct 8, 2018 6:55:20 GMT -5
next boom of thunder to come rolling out of the deepening night. Though grateful for the temporary reprieve, the chance — and threat — of subterfuge kept both armies alert. Sentries squinted hard into the chaotic gloom, blinking away raindrops and rubbing afterimages from their vision as they tried to spot enemy movement through flashes of lightning, ears pricked for the scuffle of unfamiliar pawsteps. Then, from among Remmy's front-liners, there was
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Post by Celebes on Oct 8, 2018 11:22:23 GMT -5
a great flash of light. For a moment, the Redwall lookouts thought that the road before the Abbey had been struck by lightening. But the light lingered. So did the heat. It was fire. Stoked with oil-soaked rags and grease from the hoard's larders, the water-immune blaze was planted at the Abbey's gates. No one in Redwall had thought the vermin would try such a thing in the storm, and so
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Post by Barkfur on Oct 8, 2018 11:28:42 GMT -5
they were unprepared. A hail of arrows were released but to no avail. The vermin ram struck the main gates. Once! Twice! Thrice! The woodlander archers managed to stop it, but only after the main gate was smoldering and in flames.Vermin balistaie were set up at the gate, but were silenced by shrew longbows.Down the line, a squad of Otters managed to engineer a primitive crossbow, but it did little
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Post by Isaiah on Oct 8, 2018 20:54:29 GMT -5
to aid the efforts aside from adding marginally more firepower. A chain of beasts transporting buckets of water from the pond orchestrated themselves to put out the fire on the main gate. It was a futile effort, however, as the hot oil fires only roared hotter, and the troops on the wall top above began to feel the heat. In an hour, the gate was well and truly destroyed. Forced to retreat from
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Post by Celebes on Oct 9, 2018 8:53:19 GMT -5
their beloved red walls, the weary and heartsore Redwallers fell back to the Abbey itself. Difficult decision had been made the night before, including breaking out of windows to form arrow slits and purging the floor of Great Hall of furniture to make room for warriors and wounded. Dibbuns and grownbeasts alike looked on with resigned dread as their bed frames became barricades and their sheets became stretchers. The next phase was about to
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