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A Recent History of the Long Patrol

2025-10-26T19:37:38Z

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'''A Brief History of the Long Patrol following the Lord Bludstripe’s Passing'''

''Written by Mjr. H.T. Barca (d. Seventh Season of Lord Sebastian Blackstripes’s Reign); being compiled further by various scribes of the Long Patrol as of the twenty-second season of Lord Ciocan’s Reign''

= The Reign of Lord Bludstripe =
The Badger Lord Bludstripe was a legendary figure in the extensive history of the Long Patrol, due in part to the lack of surviving records from his time resulting in a reliance on word of mouth tales and stories. Such facets of his life, such as when he was born, when he came to the mountain of Salamandastron, or his death are unknown. Much of this period has been lost to the murkiness of time, with nearly all records destroyed by the Great Earthquake and the later vermin occupation of Salamandastron.

Notable hares such as Z.L. Francis begun their long and celebrated careers under his rulership.

=== Officers during this Period ===
According to the only surviving [[Previous_Long_Patrol_Members_Listings|list of hares]] serving in the Long Patrol from this time, officers in the seasons during the Lord Bludstripe leading up to the Great Earthquake were as listed: Colonel Sundew, Colonel Zoe L. Francis, Major Artigo, Major Bobbie, Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw, Major Triss, Major Zacharias, and Lieutenant Farsight.

=== A Note on Ranks ===
It is presumably either during this time or the seasons following the Great Earthquake that the [[Rank_Structure|standard rank structure of Patrol]] fell out of fashion for the simpler system of Colonel, Major, Lieutenant, Enlisted Class (Fighter, Healer, Runner), and was not reinstated until the many reforms of the Lord Ciocan's Reign.

= The Great Earthquake =

Some seasons after Bludstripe’s death an earthquake ravaged the lands of Mossflower to the sea in the summer; most records of the time preceding this event were damaged or destroyed.
From the earthquake to the arrival of Lord Sebastian a period of roughly forty-three seasons passed, during which time the chief commanding officer was one Colonel Zoe Lang Francis.

= The Command of Colonel Zoe Lang Francis =
''Colonel Z. L. Francis is fondly remembered as the officer who held the Long Patrol together during its darkest period in recent memory, bringing the Patrol back from the brink of destruction countless times over a long and celebrated career. While the exact date of her commission to the rank of colonel is unknown, she proved herself a leader in the seasons following the earthquake and beyond.''

=== Officers during this Period ===
Besides the chief officer Colonel Francis, officers of the Long Patrol in the seasons following the Earthquake were as listed: Colonel Sundew, Colonel Earblade, Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw, Major Artigo, Major Rahier, Lieutenant Oxeye, and Lieutenant Darklett Fletchpaw. Major Rahier would later be promoted to the rank of Colonel and Lieutenant Fletchpaw to the rank of Major.

During this time the future officers General Quinten T.M.T.A. Tof’Marole, Brigadier Paisely S. Tuftington VI, Colonel Rowland D.F. Locke, Major Varus T.V. Swiftbuck II, and Captain Gregorian F. Harthwill became recruits in the Long Patrol.

=== Vermin Occupation of Halyard Village ===
In the twelfth season following the Earthquake, a summer, a band of savage vermin called the Bloodthirsters were lead by a ferret named Daclon to terrorize the western shore, making their main camp in Halyard Village. They held the village until the beginning of the following autumn (the thirteenth season following the Earthquake), when they were driven out by the Long Patrol with their leader slain by Major J. B. Fleetpaw in one and one combat.

=== Capture and Release of a Patrol Major and Private ===
In the fourteenth season following the Earthquake, Major J. B. Fleetpaw and the future lieutenant Taye were returning from business in Halyard village when they were attacked by an unknown band of vermin, who would go to chain them up and interrogate the two hares for some time before letting them go free. Who these creatures were and what they were after is unclear. '' Through private speculation one may be tempted to believe these attackers and kidnappers connected to the later invasion of Salamandastron or vengeance for Daclon's death at the paws of Major Fleewpaw no evidence survives from this incident beyond the account of Taye to support either view.''

=== Exchange Program of Cadets of the Long Patrol with Redwall Abbey of Mossflower Woods ===
In the fifteenth season following the Earthquake, a spring, an exchange program was conducted between the cadets of the Long Patrol and novices of Redwall Abbey of Mossflower, lasting until the summer following (the sixteenth season following the Earthquake).

=== Vermin Invasion of Salamandastron ===
In the seventeenth season following the Earthquake, a summer, the vast majority of the Long Patrol spent some time outside of Salamandastron for training exercise for new recruits and veteran privates all. In the dead of night while the troops were out a collection of vagabonds who claimed the name of "Peltreapers" led by one Toroth the pine martin attacked and overpowered the Mountain Home Guard and captured the mountain.
The mountain was liberated the following autumn (the eighteenth season since the Earthquake) when the recruits and patrol hares left outside of the mountain made use of an ancient tunnel leading to an undisclosed location in the bowels of Salamandastron and came upon the vermin who held the mountain, casting them out after a hard and bitter fight. Colonel Z.L. Francis, who had opted remained behind from the training mission, was severely injured in initial vermin take over and subsequent imprisonment, resulting in the loss of her eye.

=== Pirates in Mossflower ===
In the twenty-sixth season since the Earthquake, an Autumn, while on a routine mission for the Long Patrol, a contingent of hares were visiting Redwall Abbey when the ferret Ripclaw, pirate Captain of the Ravenwing, appeared in the area with his crew (presumably having traveled up the River Moss). A combined force made up of the Long Patrol's main regimental battalion supplemented by hares of the 67th Fur and Foot Fighting Patrol Regiment, together with otters of Camp Willow and woodlanders of Redwall Abbey, the vermin were engaged upon the great dirt road and were soundly defeated.

=== The Plague ===
In the twenty-seventh and twenty-eighth since the Earthquake, Winter and Spring respectively, a great sickness came upon Redwall Abbey, particularly effecting those still recovering from wounds from the battle with Ripclaw's crew the season before.

The following is taken from a note made at the time by an unknown healer:
'' It appears to be serious, spreading quickly. The illness appears to be extremely virulent, symptoms including fatigue and unpleasant feeling followed by aches, chills, mild fever, then much worse fever, deep hacking cough, and trouble breathing. So far it is spreading outward from the infirmary patients, to the healers, and to those who have contact with them. It has spread to the 67th, as well. Several have died.''

A cure, made from a rare plant known as ''Goldenwort'' which is native to Southsward, was eventually discovered by one Private Brenden Thatcher in one of the many ancient tomes kept at Redwall Abbey, as recounted in [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper Sutton of the Order of Redwall's record]]. A band of healthy beasts led by Major Darklett of the Long Patrol were dispatched by Colonel Z. L. Francis to retrieve the herb. By the end of the sickness the death count had reached at least nineteen beasts dead with further records hard to come by, in part due to Brother Harper himself becoming ill. Further noted in the [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|writings of one Garth the Scholar]], who had arrived at the Abbey during the outbreak, the healers of Redwall showed an extreme reluctance to count the dead.

[[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|According]] to Brother Harper Sutton, after he had recovered, within the month the mission to retrieve the herb ''Goldenwart'' had been a success and those creatures trapped in the Abbey Infirmary were released.
Brother Harper later [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|wrote]] in the following month that the Long Patrol had departed from the Abbey and returned to Salamandastron as soon as they were able with the speculation of that the Patrol's eagerness came from what he calls "bad luck" in Mossflower.

=== Changes in the Ranks ===

Major Artigo, who had served since the Lord Bludstripe's Reign, retired the summer following the Patrol's return to Salamandastron, the twenty-ninth season since the Great Earthquake.
In the thirty-first season since the Great Earthquake, a winter, Major Rahier was promoted to the rank of Colonel and Fighter (equivalent to the modern rank of Private) Tyree was promoted to the rank of Major (skipping the rank of Lieutenant).

In the seasons following, Lieutenant Taye was promoted to the rank of Major and Fighter Sidney was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, in addition to the future General Quinten T.M.T.A. Tof’Marole officially became the recorder of the Long Patrol at Salamandastron.

= The Reign of Lord Sebastian Blackstripes =
The Lord Sebastian Blackstripe was the badger lord of Salamandastron for a period of nine seasons until the Lord Ciocan's arrival, whereupon he stepped down from his position.

=== Officers during this Period ===
Officers of the Long Patrol in the early seasons of Lord S. Blackstripe's Reign were as listed: Colonel Zoe L. Francis, Colonel Rahier, Major Darklett Fletchpaw, Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw, Major Rahier, and Lieutenant Sidney.

=== Of the Badger Lord Sebastian Blackstripes's Arrival ===

=== The Decline of Halyard Village ===

In the time around Lord Sebastian's arrival, a great storm struck the western shore and the village of Halyard suffered greatly; the exact date or season of the storm is unknown due to lack of records taken at the time and what recordings that where made being damaged or lost in the many seasons since.

Despite the time of the storm being unknown, this event is often used as the starting point for the eventual mass migration of hares from the village to Salamandastron in later seasons.

=== War in Mossflower ===
In the fifth season of Lord Sebastian's Reign called the ''Spring of Bells'' by beasts of Redwall, Mossflower was thrown into a state of chaos with the Abbey itself being captured and occupied by vermin under the leadership of a creature called Marek Redthorn. In the last days of that spring members of the Order of Redwall and other beasts of Mossflower Woods travelled to the mountain of Salamandastron to seek aid from the Long Patrol.

By the summer, the sixth season of Lord Sebastian's reign and later named the ''Summer of Remembrance'' by those of Mossflower, the Long Patrol had fully organized a detachment of hares led by Lord Blackstripe himself to aid in the coming war to liberate Redwall Abbey. Once arrived in Mossflower in the June of that season, nearly a month of further preparations and coordinating with the local forces took place ere the final effort to retake Redwall Abbey was made possible.

In the early weeks of July of that season the battle was begun, and by the end of the day the vermin horde was all but defeated and driven from the Abbey grounds, with the Patrol having suffered comparatively few losses.

Afterwards, the Patrol slowly made their return triumphantly to the Western Shores. This remains one of the great modern victories of the Long Patrol and marks the height of Lord Sebastian Blackstripe's reign.

= The Reign of Lord Ciocan =
In the ninth season of Lord Sebastian's Reign, the fifty-first season following the Great Earthquake, Ciocan, a badger from distant lands, arrived at Salamandastron to succeed the lord Sebastion. The Lord Ciocan is the current ruling Badger Lord of Salamandastron & the Long Patrol.
=== Officers during this Period ===

By this time Col. Zoe L. Francis had long ago retired, leaving Col. Rahier to fill her shoes. The hares Dagda, Darcy, and Gris acted as patrol Majors.

=== Of the coming of the Lord Ciocan & the departure of the Lord S. Blackstripe ===
Upon the very same day that Lord Ciocan arrived at the Mountain Lord, in the tenth season of Lord Sebastian's reign and Lord Ciocan's first, a summer called the ''Summer of Friends and Renewal'' in Mossflower, Blackstripe departed into the night, surrendering his power to his successor in favour of returning to his days of wandering. No tale of the Patrol tells of what became of the Lord Sebastian Blackstripe after this, and none know where he went.

=== Ambassadors from Redwall Abbey ===

=== The Redthorn War & the Decimation of the Patrol ===

During the the Thirteenth Season of Lord Ciocan, a summer, there came a beast to Mossflower Country called Redthorn, and with him was brought a significant force of vermin; the war which was sparked lasted until the following Autumn. It was during this war the Long Patrol suffered its worst and greatest defeat in its history: of the force of over three hundred less than thirty hares ever returned.

In late summer the Order of Redwall requested aid from the Long Patrol, and the lord Ciocan led over three hundred hares to the east in answer. The struggle against Redthorn was eventually won through great effort of the woodlanders of Mossfower and the valiant hares of the Long Patrol, but the damage was done.

Ciocan, having helped win the war despite the horrible blunder, returned to the Western Shore with what few hares survived. To this day the Patrol has yet to fully recover from the terrible loss.

= Lord Ciocan's Later Reign =
Following the horrific losses the Long Patrol suffered in Mossflower Country many efforts have been made to recover, but the patrol has yet to regain its pre-war strength.

=== Officers during this Period ===

Active officers of the Long Patrol immediately following the war in Mossflower were as follows: General Quinten Tarn Marben Teno Aluioscious Tof’Marole, Brigadier Paisely Strongpaw Tuftington VI, Colonel Rowland De Formelo Locke, Major Jinora Shyluck Windbell-Tottheim, Major Varus Trinius Visurgis Swiftbuck II, and Sergeant Gregorian Formalis Harthwill.

Major J.S. Windbell-Tottheim was promoted two ranks from Lieutenant to the rank of Major at an unusually young age in response to the sudden lack of senior level officers; Major V.T.V. Swiftbuck & Sergeant G.F. Harthwill were pulled from their retirement to further fill the much needed role of leadership on a patrol level.

In addition to those listed above, several more retirees took on a more active role in the day to day business of the Long Patrol, helping the organization to keep afloat. Retired-Major Peter ("Ol' Major Pete"), Retired-Captain Lucia Barcid-Cadwallader, and Retired-Lieutenant Olivia Swiftbuck are the most notable of these hares.

=== Reforms ===

In the weeks and months following the disastrous war in Mossflower during the Fourteenth Season of Lord Ciocan's reign, Brigadier Paisely S. Tuftington took charge of the Patrol at large to make sweeping (and at the time necessary) changes.

Decisions at the time included the complete withdrawal from the village of Halyard, the restructure of Patrol ranks, the deactivation of patrol regiments such as the 67th & the 23rd, and the general reorganization of the Long Patrol into only two patrols each led by a major - the first led by an officer pulled from retirement named Varus T. V. Swiftbuck, and the second by the newly promoted Jinora S. Windbell-Tottheim.

A third patrol, called the ''"Ghost Patrol",'' was maintained on paper though had little actual strength in reality.

In addition, two hares, Corporal Adrian Swiftbuck and Private Montgomery A.R.W.B. Fleetpaw, were sent out on a recruiting mission in attempt to help recuperate the losses suffered in Mossflower.

=== The 'Ghost' Incident ===

=== Slavers come to the Western Shore ===

=== The 'Erg' Incident ===
Full details can be found here: [[The_Saga_of_Erg_the_Blog_Slayer|the Saga of Erg the Blog Slayer]]

In the eighteenth season of Lord Ciocan's reign, an autumn, a training exercise was undertaken in the swamplands south-east of the Mountain, in Toad country. It was believed that any groups of toads would be inactive as winter approached however due to unusually warm weather this turned into a mistake. The recruits training were attacked and several were captured; a rescue mission was made in the following days and nearly all hares were recovered, save for two, a recruit and one PVT D. Kasimir.

Pvt. Kasimir disappeared into the marsh and took to calling himself 'Erg', a presumed borrow-word from the toads. After a period of regrouping, nearing to the onset of winter, the nineteenth season of Lord Ciocan's reign, an attempt was made to retrieve the AWOL private. After significant setbacks, both he and the recruit returned to the Patrol safely.

The trouble faced by the Long Patrol during these days showed a clear need of reforms, leading to reorganization and stricter training.

=== Further Reforms ===
Beginning in the nineteenth season of Lord Ciocan's reign, called the ''Winter of the Deep Snow'' in Mossflower Country, efforts to reorganise the Long Patrol to better match the days before the Lord Bludstripe's time was begun.

Among the changes were the 67th being reactivated, the Mountain Home Guard and the main Mountain Patrol further being defined and consolidated, and efforts to codify and standardise equipment and training of hares were made.

Several hares received promotions during this time, with the most notable being the then Lt. Gregorian F. Harthwill's promotion first to Captain in the twenty-second season of Lord Ciocan's reign, making him the first hare to hold the rank within the Main Mountain Patrol since the days of Lord Bludstripe's reign. Other hares were made officers, including the then Pvt. Elbio H. Reed to the rank of Ensign then Lieutenant, the then Pvt. Velm to Lieutenant, and the then Ens. Walter S. Lossow to Sub-Lieutenant.

Among enlisted hares, the promotions made were: the then Sgt. Terrence W.H. Cadwallader to Master-Sergeant, the then Cpl. Felicity E. Rosinbloom to Sergeant, and the then Cpl. Zolomon T.G. Anderson to Sergeant.

'''A note has been added more recently:''' ''The former Sergeant Z. Anderson later deserted the Long Patrol and became a murderer; in the end he was brought to justice by his former comrades of the Long Patrol in the twenty-seventh season of Lord Ciocan's reign.''

=== The Slavers Return & the Voyage to Terramort ===

=== The Anderson Incident ===

=== The Sieges of Halyard & Salamandastron ===

= The Long Patrol in Peacetime =

=== Officers during this Period ===

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The Abbey Records

2025-10-26T19:23:22Z

OlRandom:

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

Completed in Father Benar's Forty-Second Season as Abbot of Redwall, an autumn.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #55, Spring of the Friendly Bee''' ==
Written in March, Spring of the Friendly Bee, the twenty-eighth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fifth Entry, March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It is a couple days after the naming of the past winter and the new come spring. All is still fairly good but it seems a group of squirrels called the Gawtribe have decided to take over the dibbuns treehouse in the orchards. Now this is still a serious matter as I fear the dibbuns will try and handle this on their own, and you never know what dibbuns will do once they set their mind to something and we do not want them to get hurt.''

''The next couple days after this treehouse takeover there seems to be an agreement and the squirrels have left the treehouse much to the delight of not just the dibbun but the adults as well. The Gawtribe will have an old maple tree in the northern part of the woods on the other side of the River Moss. We shall visit them from time to time to keep an eye on them so they don't get too mischievous.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#60, Summer of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written from July to September, Summer of Fond Farewells, the twenty-ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Sixth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a few days since I have written in the logs.''

'''Inserted beneath ''days'' is scribbled a single word:

''Months!''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Peace is still here at the Abbey, and the woods, and all are glad of this time of peace.''

''Lately my friend Dorarose has had odd dreams of possible danger in her homeland. A meeting with the abbot and some elders was done and it was advised that Dorarose and her family head back to their homelands to help with this time of turmoil there. We will need to think of a replacement for a main Bellringer, a Master healer and a Gatekeeper but Dorarose and her brother, as well as Lillymoore and Angela won't be heading off 'till the Sumer feast has happened. They will leave the morning after the feast.''

''In other great and wonderful news Lt. Elbio is back with us, and not just that he is walking again! Yes, you read it right, he is walking again, sometimes he does need his walking staff but he is once more walking again. He has also brought a small group of hares with him whom will set up an old base again in Mossflower woods. A way to help keep an eye on Mossflower and when needed send a runner or a bird messenger to Salamandastron. This is a great way to keep updated with our friends at the great mountain and for them to keep updated about us. It makes the woods and abbey feel more safe.''

''I shall update again soon, my friends!''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Long Patrol hares have been in the abbey for a week. There had been fear in the kitchens but it seems under control. I am unsure what Lt. Elbio and Friar Lacota said to them, but the hares do not dare set a footpaw in the abbey kitchens, and have oddly not complained of needing snacks throughout the day. They have been very well behaved, and even helped around the abbey, well, almost all around the abbey, as they still avoid the kitchens.

''The summer feast has arrived and the hares are super pleased as they get to relax and join in with no complaints, or at least very few, on what and how much they eat.''

''"The Summer of Fond Farewells."''

''The next morning Dorarose and her family left. Also, young goose Gracie has been adopted a passing family of geese and so has also left the abbey. Also, it seems young Dochas has followed Dorarose as a sparrow reported this, and we have been told she is safe. I am just glad she isn't traveling alone.''

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''I'm sorry that Dochas left like that. I'd hoped to reconcile with her, the trouble maker. The abbey just hasn't been the same...''

''Also, how many "alsos" can the beaver add?''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Also, a visitor came in late: Felicity, of the Long Patrol, and her sister, Julia. Felicity has retired from the Long Patrol and she and her sister had decided to go with Dorarose and her family on their quest that I hope goes well.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Eighth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Some sad news and proof peace does not always last. No ill has come to the abbey.''

''It happened in Ferravale.''

''A couple nights after our friends left for their homeland, an unknown group of beasts attacked Ferravale and burned down the Town Hall. The Town Hall was a complete loss, and the Chieftain Blisa's home was half burned down as well. The Chieftain Blisa was captured and taken away, but no one knows to where, sadly, just a direction is all. Most of the beasts who have done this foul deed were found and slain, but a small pawful in number are still out there and being tracked down as we speak. In the chaos of this, the rat Patch was killed by these foul beasts, as well as 2-3 of the chieftains main bodyguards.

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''Patch. Still weird he's gone. Miss him too, somehow.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''The main bodyguards and some towns beast have joined in a search party to find their chieftain, and it is likely they may never return. I do not know why me, as well as a couple others, felt this feeling that they would never return to Mossfower, but at the same time a feeling that even though they will never come back to Mossflower, there is a chance they will be found and live any remaining days elsewhere. I do hope they are found, even if it is to live elsewhere far, far from Mossflower.''

'''Another note's added:'''

''As of writing this, the chieftain and those who looked for her have not returned.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''I shall keep you updated on Ferravale as me, Mother Krisha, and Matilda will check on the village to see how it is and if help is needed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Ninth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a of couple weeks and things have calmed some. Sadly, the village of Ferravale is a ghost town now, as some would say, as very few have stayed. The Redthorn Tavern still stands, though, not many visit it now but it still is open to those who wish to come, run by the two stoats, Otis and Otto, that had been the tavern bouncers and guards...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixtieth Entry, September ===
''Friends,''

''I write a little more. With a sad heart I have to mention the death of Lt. Elbio. No one is sure what happened as no struggle was seen when he was found dead in the woods. It was all a great shock to the abbey as well as the Long Patrol. He is buried in the Abbey Graveyard and, of course, word of this sad event was sent to Salamandastron.''

''I myself am in total shock of this. His own daughter had even come to visit only to be meet with this sad news. She decided to step away from the Long Patrol and travel with a couple otters from the Western Shores. I wish young Cianna well and I hope all goes well for her wherever it is she goes.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #61-#62, Autumn of the Roof''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Roof, the thirtieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-First Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We are now planing for the Autumn feast. Harvest has gone very well indeed and we are very well ready for when winter comes.''

''In other news, we are fixing a hole in the roof that the Sparra updated us about. Hard work is being put into fixing the hole before winter hits as it is affecting the Sparra loft and Queen Chestnut wants it fixed ASAP. The GUOSIM had said they would help, but no one has seen the GUOSIM, not a one. Perhaps they are once more wandering around, as it seems they do not stay in one place too long, hope they are well wherever they are.''

''We also have a Master Healer now, Brother Jaison is our new Master Healer. We have yet to get a permanent Gatekeeper or Bell Ringer, but beasts at the abbey have been helping with this.''

''Also, it seems young Oz, who has gone though a growth spurt, is interested in the Bee Folk of the abbey and gets along very well with them, perhaps we may get a new Beekeeper soon. But we shall see, as elder Elmef is helping the badger learn of the bees and their proper care.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalous,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-Second (and last) Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of the roof! As the roof is now fixed, the Sparras are very thankful, and even joined us for the feast.''

''In some other news, we also had the snow badger come and had a small winter party with cookies and hot coco. Coco is very rare and we used to get it from chief Blisa of Ferravile.''
''Sadly, there is still no word on whether she was found yet, or how our friends who went on the mission to find her are. I hope news is soon.''

''In some good news Oz, son of our Badger Mother, has joined the order as a novice and is learning about the bees. He also is getting very good with singing and playing the lyre.''

''That is all for now, I need to get to a meeting to discuss the name for this winter season.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

= '''The third gap in the Record, the seasons of Peace''' =
Brother Gorvenalus, after seasons upon seasons of service to the order, passed. No official recorder has been chosen to replace him.

= A Note from the Compiler =
''Friends,''

''As of writing this it is the Forty-Second Season of Father Benar's reign as Abbot of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower. The seasons come and go in peace -- indeed, even many of the elders cannot remember the last time such a period of peace had come.''

''I wonder about the fate of many of the beasts recorded here, especially those that I knew. I hope they're in good health and happy, wherever they are. Perhaps, one day, we at Redwall wdill see them again.''

''It is a strange feeling, copying these last entries from the old beaver, may he rest in peace. My work on this behemoth of a document is finished, ready for future generations to read. Perhaps that is why it has taken me seasons to get around to it; I had not wanted to disturb the brother's things after he was laid to rest, and from there it was easy to become a stone growing moss, as they say. Hard to move a stone. But here we are. At the end. The world goes on, and so does Redwall. Harvest seasons and Spring, Winter and Summer. The past seasons have been good, and I'll wager the future ones will be, too.''

''Farewell, friends, and remember that the doors of Redwall Abbey are always open to goodbeasts.''

''Signed,''

- Spruce Pineson, of Redwall Abbey

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The Abbey Records

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OlRandom: /* Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August */

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #55, Spring of the Friendly Bee''' ==
Written in March, Spring of the Friendly Bee, the twenty-eighth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fifth Entry, March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It is a couple days after the naming of the past winter and the new come spring. All is still fairly good but it seems a group of squirrels called the Gawtribe have decided to take over the dibbuns treehouse in the orchards. Now this is still a serious matter as I fear the dibbuns will try and handle this on their own, and you never know what dibbuns will do once they set their mind to something and we do not want them to get hurt.''

''The next couple days after this treehouse takeover there seems to be an agreement and the squirrels have left the treehouse much to the delight of not just the dibbun but the adults as well. The Gawtribe will have an old maple tree in the northern part of the woods on the other side of the River Moss. We shall visit them from time to time to keep an eye on them so they don't get too mischievous.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#60, Summer of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written from July to September, Summer of Fond Farewells, the twenty-ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Sixth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a few days since I have written in the logs.''

'''Inserted beneath ''days'' is scribbled a single word:

''Months!''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Peace is still here at the Abbey, and the woods, and all are glad of this time of peace.''

''Lately my friend Dorarose has had odd dreams of possible danger in her homeland. A meeting with the abbot and some elders was done and it was advised that Dorarose and her family head back to their homelands to help with this time of turmoil there. We will need to think of a replacement for a main Bellringer, a Master healer and a Gatekeeper but Dorarose and her brother, as well as Lillymoore and Angela won't be heading off 'till the Sumer feast has happened. They will leave the morning after the feast.''

''In other great and wonderful news Lt. Elbio is back with us, and not just that he is walking again! Yes, you read it right, he is walking again, sometimes he does need his walking staff but he is once more walking again. He has also brought a small group of hares with him whom will set up an old base again in Mossflower woods. A way to help keep an eye on Mossflower and when needed send a runner or a bird messenger to Salamandastron. This is a great way to keep updated with our friends at the great mountain and for them to keep updated about us. It makes the woods and abbey feel more safe.''

''I shall update again soon, my friends!''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Long Patrol hares have been in the abbey for a week. There had been fear in the kitchens but it seems under control. I am unsure what Lt. Elbio and Friar Lacota said to them, but the hares do not dare set a footpaw in the abbey kitchens, and have oddly not complained of needing snacks throughout the day. They have been very well behaved, and even helped around the abbey, well, almost all around the abbey, as they still avoid the kitchens.

''The summer feast has arrived and the hares are super pleased as they get to relax and join in with no complaints, or at least very few, on what and how much they eat.''

''"The Summer of Fond Farewells."''

''The next morning Dorarose and her family left. Also, young goose Gracie has been adopted a passing family of geese and so has also left the abbey. Also, it seems young Dochas has followed Dorarose as a sparrow reported this, and we have been told she is safe. I am just glad she isn't traveling alone.''

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''I'm sorry that Dochas left like that. I'd hoped to reconcile with her, the trouble maker. The abbey just hasn't been the same...''

''Also, how many "alsos" can the beaver add?''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Also, a visitor came in late: Felicity, of the Long Patrol, and her sister, Julia. Felicity has retired from the Long Patrol and she and her sister had decided to go with Dorarose and her family on their quest that I hope goes well.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Eighth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Some sad news and proof peace does not always last. No ill has come to the abbey.''

''It happened in Ferravale.''

''A couple nights after our friends left for their homeland, an unknown group of beasts attacked Ferravale and burned down the Town Hall. The Town Hall was a complete loss, and the Chieftain Blisa's home was half burned down as well. The Chieftain Blisa was captured and taken away, but no one knows to where, sadly, just a direction is all. Most of the beasts who have done this foul deed were found and slain, but a small pawful in number are still out there and being tracked down as we speak. In the chaos of this, the rat Patch was killed by these foul beasts, as well as 2-3 of the chieftains main bodyguards.

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''Patch. Still weird he's gone. Miss him too, somehow.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''The main bodyguards and some towns beast have joined in a search party to find their chieftain, and it is likely they may never return. I do not know why me, as well as a couple others, felt this feeling that they would never return to Mossfower, but at the same time a feeling that even though they will never come back to Mossflower, there is a chance they will be found and live any remaining days elsewhere. I do hope they are found, even if it is to live elsewhere far, far from Mossflower.''

'''Another note's added:'''

''As of writing this, the chieftain and those who looked for her have not returned.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''I shall keep you updated on Ferravale as me, Mother Krisha, and Matilda will check on the village to see how it is and if help is needed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Ninth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a of couple weeks and things have calmed some. Sadly, the village of Ferravale is a ghost town now, as some would say, as very few have stayed. The Redthorn Tavern still stands, though, not many visit it now but it still is open to those who wish to come, run by the two stoats, Otis and Otto, that had been the tavern bouncers and guards...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixtieth Entry, September ===
''Friends,''

''I write a little more. With a sad heart I have to mention the death of Lt. Elbio. No one is sure what happened as no struggle was seen when he was found dead in the woods. It was all a great shock to the abbey as well as the Long Patrol. He is buried in the Abbey Graveyard and, of course, word of this sad event was sent to Salamandastron.''

''I myself am in total shock of this. His own daughter had even come to visit only to be meet with this sad news. She decided to step away from the Long Patrol and travel with a couple otters from the Western Shores. I wish young Cianna well and I hope all goes well for her wherever it is she goes.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #61-#62, Autumn of the Roof''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Roof, the thirtieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-First Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We are now planing for the Autumn feast. Harvest has gone very well indeed and we are very well ready for when winter comes.''

''In other news, we are fixing a hole in the roof that the Sparra updated us about. Hard work is being put into fixing the hole before winter hits as it is affecting the Sparra loft and Queen Chestnut wants it fixed ASAP. The GUOSIM had said they would help, but no one has seen the GUOSIM, not a one. Perhaps they are once more wandering around, as it seems they do not stay in one place too long, hope they are well wherever they are.''

''We also have a Master Healer now, Brother Jaison is our new Master Healer. We have yet to get a permanent Gatekeeper or Bell Ringer, but beasts at the abbey have been helping with this.''

''Also, it seems young Oz, who has gone though a growth spurt, is interested in the Bee Folk of the abbey and gets along very well with them, perhaps we may get a new Beekeeper soon. But we shall see, as elder Elmef is helping the badger learn of the bees and their proper care.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalous,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-Second (and last) Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of the roof! As the roof is now fixed, the Sparras are very thankful, and even joined us for the feast.''

''In some other news, we also had the snow badger come and had a small winter party with cookies and hot coco. Coco is very rare and we used to get it from chief Blisa of Ferravile.''
''Sadly, there is still no word on whether she was found yet, or how our friends who went on the mission to find her are. I hope news is soon.''

''In some good news Oz, son of our Badger Mother, has joined the order as a novice and is learning about the bees. He also is getting very good with singing and playing the lyre.''

''That is all for now, I need to get to a meeting to discuss the name for this winter season.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

= '''The third gap in the Record, the seasons of Peace''' =
Brother Gorvenalus, after seasons upon seasons of service to the order, passed. No official recorder has been chosen to replace him.

Mossflower and Redwall Abbey are at peace.

= A Note from the Compiler =
''Friends,''

''As of writing this it is the forty-second season of Father Benar's reign as Abbot of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower. The seasons come and go in peace -- indeed, even many of the elders cannot remember the last time such a period of peace had come.''

''I wonder about the fate of many of the beasts recorded here, especially those that I knew. I hope they're in good health and happy, wherever they are. Perhaps, one day, we at Redwall will see them again.''

''It is a strange feeling, copying these last entries from the old beaver, may he rest in peace. My work on this behemoth of a document is finished, ready for future generations to read. Perhaps that is why it has taken me seasons to get around to it; I had not wanted to disturb the brother's things after he was laid to rest, and from there it was easy to become a stone growing moss, as they say. Hard to move a stone. But here we are. At the end. The world goes on, and so does Redwall. Harvest seasons and Spring, Winter and Summer. The past seasons have been good, and I'll wager the future ones will be, too.''

''Farewell, friends, and remember that the doors of Redwall Abbey are always open to goodbeasts.''

''Signed,''

- Spruce Pineson, of Redwall Abbey

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The Abbey Records

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OlRandom: /* Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-Second (and last) Entry, December */

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #55, Spring of the Friendly Bee''' ==
Written in March, Spring of the Friendly Bee, the twenty-eighth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fifth Entry, March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It is a couple days after the naming of the past winter and the new come spring. All is still fairly good but it seems a group of squirrels called the Gawtribe have decided to take over the dibbuns treehouse in the orchards. Now this is still a serious matter as I fear the dibbuns will try and handle this on their own, and you never know what dibbuns will do once they set their mind to something and we do not want them to get hurt.''

''The next couple days after this treehouse takeover there seems to be an agreement and the squirrels have left the treehouse much to the delight of not just the dibbun but the adults as well. The Gawtribe will have an old maple tree in the northern part of the woods on the other side of the River Moss. We shall visit them from time to time to keep an eye on them so they don't get too mischievous.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#60, Summer of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written from July to September, Summer of Fond Farewells, the twenty-ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Sixth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a few days since I have written in the logs.''

'''Inserted beneath ''days'' is scribbled a single word:

''Months!''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Peace is still here at the Abbey, and the woods, and all are glad of this time of peace.''

''Lately my friend Dorarose has had odd dreams of possible danger in her homeland. A meeting with the abbot and some elders was done and it was advised that Dorarose and her family head back to their homelands to help with this time of turmoil there. We will need to think of a replacement for a main Bellringer, a Master healer and a Gatekeeper but Dorarose and her brother, as well as Lillymoore and Angela won't be heading off 'till the Sumer feast has happened. They will leave the morning after the feast.''

''In other great and wonderful news Lt. Elbio is back with us, and not just that he is walking again! Yes, you read it right, he is walking again, sometimes he does need his walking staff but he is once more walking again. He has also brought a small group of hares with him whom will set up an old base again in Mossflower woods. A way to help keep an eye on Mossflower and when needed send a runner or a bird messenger to Salamandastron. This is a great way to keep updated with our friends at the great mountain and for them to keep updated about us. It makes the woods and abbey feel more safe.''

''I shall update again soon, my friends!''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Long Patrol hares have been in the abbey for a week. There had been fear in the kitchens but it seems under control. I am unsure what Lt. Elbio and Friar Lacota said to them, but the hares do not dare set a footpaw in the abbey kitchens, and have oddly not complained of needing snacks throughout the day. They have been very well behaved, and even helped around the abbey, well, almost all around the abbey, as they still avoid the kitchens.

''The summer feast has arrived and the hares are super pleased as they get to relax and join in with no complaints, or at least very few, on what and how much they eat.''

''"The Summer of Fond Farewells."''

''The next morning Dorarose and her family left. Also, young goose Gracie has been adopted a passing family of geese and so has also left the abbey. Also, it seems young Dochas has followed Dorarose as a sparrow reported this, and we have been told she is safe. I am just glad she isn't traveling alone.''

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''I'm sorry that Dochas left like that. I'd hoped to reconcile with her, the trouble maker. The abbey just hasn't been the same...

Also, how many "alsos" can the beaver add?''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Also, a visitor came in late: Felicity, of the Long Patrol, and her sister, Julia. Felicity has retired from the Long Patrol and she and her sister had decided to go with Dorarose and her family on their quest that I hope goes well.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Eighth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Some sad news and proof peace does not always last. No ill has come to the abbey.''

''It happened in Ferravale.''

''A couple nights after our friends left for their homeland, an unknown group of beasts attacked Ferravale and burned down the Town Hall. The Town Hall was a complete loss, and the Chieftain Blisa's home was half burned down as well. The Chieftain Blisa was captured and taken away, but no one knows to where, sadly, just a direction is all. Most of the beasts who have done this foul deed were found and slain, but a small pawful in number are still out there and being tracked down as we speak. In the chaos of this, the rat Patch was killed by these foul beasts, as well as 2-3 of the chieftains main bodyguards.

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''Patch. Still weird he's gone. Miss him too, somehow.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''The main bodyguards and some towns beast have joined in a search party to find their chieftain, and it is likely they may never return. I do not know why me, as well as a couple others, felt this feeling that they would never return to Mossfower, but at the same time a feeling that even though they will never come back to Mossflower, there is a chance they will be found and live any remaining days elsewhere. I do hope they are found, even if it is to live elsewhere far, far from Mossflower.''

'''Another note's added:'''

''As of writing this, the chieftain and those who looked for her have not returned.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''I shall keep you updated on Ferravale as me, Mother Krisha, and Matilda will check on the village to see how it is and if help is needed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Ninth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a of couple weeks and things have calmed some. Sadly, the village of Ferravale is a ghost town now, as some would say, as very few have stayed. The Redthorn Tavern still stands, though, not many visit it now but it still is open to those who wish to come, run by the two stoats, Otis and Otto, that had been the tavern bouncers and guards...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixtieth Entry, September ===
''Friends,''

''I write a little more. With a sad heart I have to mention the death of Lt. Elbio. No one is sure what happened as no struggle was seen when he was found dead in the woods. It was all a great shock to the abbey as well as the Long Patrol. He is buried in the Abbey Graveyard and, of course, word of this sad event was sent to Salamandastron.''

''I myself am in total shock of this. His own daughter had even come to visit only to be meet with this sad news. She decided to step away from the Long Patrol and travel with a couple otters from the Western Shores. I wish young Cianna well and I hope all goes well for her wherever it is she goes.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #61-#62, Autumn of the Roof''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Roof, the thirtieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-First Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We are now planing for the Autumn feast. Harvest has gone very well indeed and we are very well ready for when winter comes.''

''In other news, we are fixing a hole in the roof that the Sparra updated us about. Hard work is being put into fixing the hole before winter hits as it is affecting the Sparra loft and Queen Chestnut wants it fixed ASAP. The GUOSIM had said they would help, but no one has seen the GUOSIM, not a one. Perhaps they are once more wandering around, as it seems they do not stay in one place too long, hope they are well wherever they are.''

''We also have a Master Healer now, Brother Jaison is our new Master Healer. We have yet to get a permanent Gatekeeper or Bell Ringer, but beasts at the abbey have been helping with this.''

''Also, it seems young Oz, who has gone though a growth spurt, is interested in the Bee Folk of the abbey and gets along very well with them, perhaps we may get a new Beekeeper soon. But we shall see, as elder Elmef is helping the badger learn of the bees and their proper care.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalous,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-Second (and last) Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of the roof! As the roof is now fixed, the Sparras are very thankful, and even joined us for the feast.''

''In some other news, we also had the snow badger come and had a small winter party with cookies and hot coco. Coco is very rare and we used to get it from chief Blisa of Ferravile.''
''Sadly, there is still no word on whether she was found yet, or how our friends who went on the mission to find her are. I hope news is soon.''

''In some good news Oz, son of our Badger Mother, has joined the order as a novice and is learning about the bees. He also is getting very good with singing and playing the lyre.''

''That is all for now, I need to get to a meeting to discuss the name for this winter season.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

= '''The third gap in the Record, the seasons of Peace''' =
Brother Gorvenalus, after seasons upon seasons of service to the order, passed. No official recorder has been chosen to replace him.

Mossflower and Redwall Abbey are at peace.

= A Note from the Compiler =
''Friends,''

''As of writing this it is the forty-second season of Father Benar's reign as Abbot of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower. The seasons come and go in peace -- indeed, even many of the elders cannot remember the last time such a period of peace had come.''

''I wonder about the fate of many of the beasts recorded here, especially those that I knew. I hope they're in good health and happy, wherever they are. Perhaps, one day, we at Redwall will see them again.''

''It is a strange feeling, copying these last entries from the old beaver, may he rest in peace. My work on this behemoth of a document is finished, ready for future generations to read. Perhaps that is why it has taken me seasons to get around to it; I had not wanted to disturb the brother's things after he was laid to rest, and from there it was easy to become a stone growing moss, as they say. Hard to move a stone. But here we are. At the end. The world goes on, and so does Redwall. Harvest seasons and Spring, Winter and Summer. The past seasons have been good, and I'll wager the future ones will be, too.''

''Farewell, friends, and remember that the doors of Redwall Abbey are always open to goodbeasts.''

''Signed,''

- Spruce Pineson, of Redwall Abbey

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The Abbey Records

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OlRandom: /* Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #61-#62, Autumn of Fond Farewells */

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #55, Spring of the Friendly Bee''' ==
Written in March, Spring of the Friendly Bee, the twenty-eighth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fifth Entry, March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It is a couple days after the naming of the past winter and the new come spring. All is still fairly good but it seems a group of squirrels called the Gawtribe have decided to take over the dibbuns treehouse in the orchards. Now this is still a serious matter as I fear the dibbuns will try and handle this on their own, and you never know what dibbuns will do once they set their mind to something and we do not want them to get hurt.''

''The next couple days after this treehouse takeover there seems to be an agreement and the squirrels have left the treehouse much to the delight of not just the dibbun but the adults as well. The Gawtribe will have an old maple tree in the northern part of the woods on the other side of the River Moss. We shall visit them from time to time to keep an eye on them so they don't get too mischievous.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#60, Summer of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written from July to September, Summer of Fond Farewells, the twenty-ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Sixth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a few days since I have written in the logs.''

'''Inserted beneath ''days'' is scribbled a single word:

''Months!''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Peace is still here at the Abbey, and the woods, and all are glad of this time of peace.''

''Lately my friend Dorarose has had odd dreams of possible danger in her homeland. A meeting with the abbot and some elders was done and it was advised that Dorarose and her family head back to their homelands to help with this time of turmoil there. We will need to think of a replacement for a main Bellringer, a Master healer and a Gatekeeper but Dorarose and her brother, as well as Lillymoore and Angela won't be heading off 'till the Sumer feast has happened. They will leave the morning after the feast.''

''In other great and wonderful news Lt. Elbio is back with us, and not just that he is walking again! Yes, you read it right, he is walking again, sometimes he does need his walking staff but he is once more walking again. He has also brought a small group of hares with him whom will set up an old base again in Mossflower woods. A way to help keep an eye on Mossflower and when needed send a runner or a bird messenger to Salamandastron. This is a great way to keep updated with our friends at the great mountain and for them to keep updated about us. It makes the woods and abbey feel more safe.''

''I shall update again soon, my friends!''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Long Patrol hares have been in the abbey for a week. There had been fear in the kitchens but it seems under control. I am unsure what Lt. Elbio and Friar Lacota said to them, but the hares do not dare set a footpaw in the abbey kitchens, and have oddly not complained of needing snacks throughout the day. They have been very well behaved, and even helped around the abbey, well, almost all around the abbey, as they still avoid the kitchens.

''The summer feast has arrived and the hares are super pleased as they get to relax and join in with no complaints, or at least very few, on what and how much they eat.''

''"The Summer of Fond Farewells."''

''The next morning Dorarose and her family left. Also, young goose Gracie has been adopted a passing family of geese and so has also left the abbey. Also, it seems young Dochas has followed Dorarose as a sparrow reported this, and we have been told she is safe. I am just glad she isn't traveling alone.''

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''I'm sorry that Dochas left like that. I'd hoped to reconcile with her, the trouble maker. The abbey just hasn't been the same...

Also, how many "alsos" can the beaver add?''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Also, a visitor came in late: Felicity, of the Long Patrol, and her sister, Julia. Felicity has retired from the Long Patrol and she and her sister had decided to go with Dorarose and her family on their quest that I hope goes well.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Eighth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Some sad news and proof peace does not always last. No ill has come to the abbey.''

''It happened in Ferravale.''

''A couple nights after our friends left for their homeland, an unknown group of beasts attacked Ferravale and burned down the Town Hall. The Town Hall was a complete loss, and the Chieftain Blisa's home was half burned down as well. The Chieftain Blisa was captured and taken away, but no one knows to where, sadly, just a direction is all. Most of the beasts who have done this foul deed were found and slain, but a small pawful in number are still out there and being tracked down as we speak. In the chaos of this, the rat Patch was killed by these foul beasts, as well as 2-3 of the chieftains main bodyguards.

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''Patch. Still weird he's gone. Miss him too, somehow.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''The main bodyguards and some towns beast have joined in a search party to find their chieftain, and it is likely they may never return. I do not know why me, as well as a couple others, felt this feeling that they would never return to Mossfower, but at the same time a feeling that even though they will never come back to Mossflower, there is a chance they will be found and live any remaining days elsewhere. I do hope they are found, even if it is to live elsewhere far, far from Mossflower.''

'''Another note's added:'''

''As of writing this, the chieftain and those who looked for her have not returned.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''I shall keep you updated on Ferravale as me, Mother Krisha, and Matilda will check on the village to see how it is and if help is needed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Ninth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a of couple weeks and things have calmed some. Sadly, the village of Ferravale is a ghost town now, as some would say, as very few have stayed. The Redthorn Tavern still stands, though, not many visit it now but it still is open to those who wish to come, run by the two stoats, Otis and Otto, that had been the tavern bouncers and guards...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixtieth Entry, September ===
''Friends,''

''I write a little more. With a sad heart I have to mention the death of Lt. Elbio. No one is sure what happened as no struggle was seen when he was found dead in the woods. It was all a great shock to the abbey as well as the Long Patrol. He is buried in the Abbey Graveyard and, of course, word of this sad event was sent to Salamandastron.''

''I myself am in total shock of this. His own daughter had even come to visit only to be meet with this sad news. She decided to step away from the Long Patrol and travel with a couple otters from the Western Shores. I wish young Cianna well and I hope all goes well for her wherever it is she goes.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #61-#62, Autumn of the Roof''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Roof, the thirtieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-First Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We are now planing for the Autumn feast. Harvest has gone very well indeed and we are very well ready for when winter comes.''

''In other news, we are fixing a hole in the roof that the Sparra updated us about. Hard work is being put into fixing the hole before winter hits as it is affecting the Sparra loft and Queen Chestnut wants it fixed ASAP. The GUOSIM had said they would help, but no one has seen the GUOSIM, not a one. Perhaps they are once more wandering around, as it seems they do not stay in one place too long, hope they are well wherever they are.''

''We also have a Master Healer now, Brother Jaison is our new Master Healer. We have yet to get a permanent Gatekeeper or Bell Ringer, but beasts at the abbey have been helping with this.''

''Also, it seems young Oz, who has gone though a growth spurt, is interested in the Bee Folk of the abbey and gets along very well with them, perhaps we may get a new Beekeeper soon. But we shall see, as elder Elmef is helping the badger learn of the bees and their proper care.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalous,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-Second (and last) Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of the roof! As the roof is now fixed, the Sparras are very thankful, and even joined us for the feast.''

''In some other news, we also had the snow badger come and had a small winter party with cookies and hot coco. Coco is very rare and we used to get it from chief Blisa of Ferravile.''
''Sadly, there is still no word on whether she was found yet, or how our friends who went on the mission to find her are. I hope news is soon.''

''In some good news Oz, son of our Badger Mother, has joined the order as a novice and is learning about the bees. He also is getting very good with singing and playing the lyre.''

''That is all for now, I need to get to a meeting to discuss the name for this winter season.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

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The Abbey Records

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OlRandom: /* Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#58, Summer of Fond Farewells */

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #55, Spring of the Friendly Bee''' ==
Written in March, Spring of the Friendly Bee, the twenty-eighth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fifth Entry, March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It is a couple days after the naming of the past winter and the new come spring. All is still fairly good but it seems a group of squirrels called the Gawtribe have decided to take over the dibbuns treehouse in the orchards. Now this is still a serious matter as I fear the dibbuns will try and handle this on their own, and you never know what dibbuns will do once they set their mind to something and we do not want them to get hurt.''

''The next couple days after this treehouse takeover there seems to be an agreement and the squirrels have left the treehouse much to the delight of not just the dibbun but the adults as well. The Gawtribe will have an old maple tree in the northern part of the woods on the other side of the River Moss. We shall visit them from time to time to keep an eye on them so they don't get too mischievous.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#60, Summer of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written from July to September, Summer of Fond Farewells, the twenty-ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Sixth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a few days since I have written in the logs.''

'''Inserted beneath ''days'' is scribbled a single word:

''Months!''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Peace is still here at the Abbey, and the woods, and all are glad of this time of peace.''

''Lately my friend Dorarose has had odd dreams of possible danger in her homeland. A meeting with the abbot and some elders was done and it was advised that Dorarose and her family head back to their homelands to help with this time of turmoil there. We will need to think of a replacement for a main Bellringer, a Master healer and a Gatekeeper but Dorarose and her brother, as well as Lillymoore and Angela won't be heading off 'till the Sumer feast has happened. They will leave the morning after the feast.''

''In other great and wonderful news Lt. Elbio is back with us, and not just that he is walking again! Yes, you read it right, he is walking again, sometimes he does need his walking staff but he is once more walking again. He has also brought a small group of hares with him whom will set up an old base again in Mossflower woods. A way to help keep an eye on Mossflower and when needed send a runner or a bird messenger to Salamandastron. This is a great way to keep updated with our friends at the great mountain and for them to keep updated about us. It makes the woods and abbey feel more safe.''

''I shall update again soon, my friends!''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Long Patrol hares have been in the abbey for a week. There had been fear in the kitchens but it seems under control. I am unsure what Lt. Elbio and Friar Lacota said to them, but the hares do not dare set a footpaw in the abbey kitchens, and have oddly not complained of needing snacks throughout the day. They have been very well behaved, and even helped around the abbey, well, almost all around the abbey, as they still avoid the kitchens.

''The summer feast has arrived and the hares are super pleased as they get to relax and join in with no complaints, or at least very few, on what and how much they eat.''

''"The Summer of Fond Farewells."''

''The next morning Dorarose and her family left. Also, young goose Gracie has been adopted a passing family of geese and so has also left the abbey. Also, it seems young Dochas has followed Dorarose as a sparrow reported this, and we have been told she is safe. I am just glad she isn't traveling alone.''

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''I'm sorry that Dochas left like that. I'd hoped to reconcile with her, the trouble maker. The abbey just hasn't been the same...

Also, how many "alsos" can the beaver add?''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Also, a visitor came in late: Felicity, of the Long Patrol, and her sister, Julia. Felicity has retired from the Long Patrol and she and her sister had decided to go with Dorarose and her family on their quest that I hope goes well.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Eighth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Some sad news and proof peace does not always last. No ill has come to the abbey.''

''It happened in Ferravale.''

''A couple nights after our friends left for their homeland, an unknown group of beasts attacked Ferravale and burned down the Town Hall. The Town Hall was a complete loss, and the Chieftain Blisa's home was half burned down as well. The Chieftain Blisa was captured and taken away, but no one knows to where, sadly, just a direction is all. Most of the beasts who have done this foul deed were found and slain, but a small pawful in number are still out there and being tracked down as we speak. In the chaos of this, the rat Patch was killed by these foul beasts, as well as 2-3 of the chieftains main bodyguards.

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''Patch. Still weird he's gone. Miss him too, somehow.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''The main bodyguards and some towns beast have joined in a search party to find their chieftain, and it is likely they may never return. I do not know why me, as well as a couple others, felt this feeling that they would never return to Mossfower, but at the same time a feeling that even though they will never come back to Mossflower, there is a chance they will be found and live any remaining days elsewhere. I do hope they are found, even if it is to live elsewhere far, far from Mossflower.''

'''Another note's added:'''

''As of writing this, the chieftain and those who looked for her have not returned.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''I shall keep you updated on Ferravale as me, Mother Krisha, and Matilda will check on the village to see how it is and if help is needed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Ninth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a of couple weeks and things have calmed some. Sadly, the village of Ferravale is a ghost town now, as some would say, as very few have stayed. The Redthorn Tavern still stands, though, not many visit it now but it still is open to those who wish to come, run by the two stoats, Otis and Otto, that had been the tavern bouncers and guards...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixtieth Entry, September ===
''Friends,''

''I write a little more. With a sad heart I have to mention the death of Lt. Elbio. No one is sure what happened as no struggle was seen when he was found dead in the woods. It was all a great shock to the abbey as well as the Long Patrol. He is buried in the Abbey Graveyard and, of course, word of this sad event was sent to Salamandastron.''

''I myself am in total shock of this. His own daughter had even come to visit only to be meet with this sad news. She decided to step away from the Long Patrol and travel with a couple otters from the Western Shores. I wish young Cianna well and I hope all goes well for her wherever it is she goes.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #61-#62, Autumn of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written from July to September, Summer of Fond Farewells, the thirtieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixty-First Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We are now planing for the Autumn feast. Harvest has gone very well indeed and we are very well ready for when winter comes.''

''In other news, we are fixing a hole in the roof that the Sparra updated us about. Hard work is being put into fixing the hole before winter hits as it is affecting the Sparra loft and Queen Chestnut wants it fixed ASAP. The GUOSIM had said they would help, but no one has seen the GUOSIM, not a one. Perhaps they are once more wandering around, as it seems they do not stay in one place too long, hope they are well wherever they are.''

''We also have a Master Healer now, Brother Jaison is our new Master Healer. We have yet to get a permanent Gatekeeper or Bell Ringer, but beasts at the abbey have been helping with this.''

''Also, it seems young Oz, who has gone though a growth spurt, is interested in the Bee Folk of the abbey and gets along very well with them, perhaps we may get a new Beekeeper soon. But we shall see, as elder Elmef is helping the badger learn of the bees and their proper care.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalous,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

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OlRandom: /* Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel */

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #55, Spring of the Friendly Bee''' ==
Written in March, Spring of the Friendly Bee, the twenty-eighth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fifth Entry, March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It is a couple days after the naming of the past winter and the new come spring. All is still fairly good but it seems a group of squirrels called the Gawtribe have decided to take over the dibbuns treehouse in the orchards. Now this is still a serious matter as I fear the dibbuns will try and handle this on their own, and you never know what dibbuns will do once they set their mind to something and we do not want them to get hurt.''

''The next couple days after this treehouse takeover there seems to be an agreement and the squirrels have left the treehouse much to the delight of not just the dibbun but the adults as well. The Gawtribe will have an old maple tree in the northern part of the woods on the other side of the River Moss. We shall visit them from time to time to keep an eye on them so they don't get too mischievous.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #56-#58, Summer of Fond Farewells''' ==
Written in July, Summer of Fond Farewells, the twenty-ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Sixth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It's been a few days since I have written in the logs.''

'''Inserted beneath ''days'' is scribbled a single word:

''Months!''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Peace is still here at the Abbey, and the woods, and all are glad of this time of peace.''

''Lately my friend Dorarose has had odd dreams of possible danger in her homeland. A meeting with the abbot and some elders was done and it was advised that Dorarose and her family head back to their homelands to help with this time of turmoil there. We will need to think of a replacement for a main Bellringer, a Master healer and a Gatekeeper but Dorarose and her brother, as well as Lillymoore and Angela won't be heading off 'till the Sumer feast has happened. They will leave the morning after the feast.''

''In other great and wonderful news Lt. Elbio is back with us, and not just that he is walking again! Yes, you read it right, he is walking again, sometimes he does need his walking staff but he is once more walking again. He has also brought a small group of hares with him whom will set up an old base again in Mossflower woods. A way to help keep an eye on Mossflower and when needed send a runner or a bird messenger to Salamandastron. This is a great way to keep updated with our friends at the great mountain and for them to keep updated about us. It makes the woods and abbey feel more safe.''

''I shall update again soon, my friends!''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Long Patrol hares have been in the abbey for a week. There had been fear in the kitchens but it seems under control. I am unsure what Lt. Elbio and Friar Lacota said to them, but the hares do not dare set a footpaw in the abbey kitchens, and have oddly not complained of needing snacks throughout the day. They have been very well behaved, and even helped around the abbey, well, almost all around the abbey, as they still avoid the kitchens.

''The summer feast has arrived and the hares are super pleased as they get to relax and join in with no complaints, or at least very few, on what and how much they eat.''

''"The Summer of Fond Farewells."''

''The next morning Dorarose and her family left. Also, young goose Gracie has been adopted a passing family of geese and so has also left the abbey. Also, it seems young Dochas has followed Dorarose as a sparrow reported this, and we have been told she is safe. I am just glad she isn't traveling alone.''

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''I'm sorry that Dochas left like that. I'd hoped to reconcile with her, the trouble maker. The abbey just hasn't been the same...

Also, how many "alsos" can the beaver add?''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Also, a visitor came in late: Felicity, of the Long Patrol, and her sister, Julia. Felicity has retired from the Long Patrol and she and her sister had decided to go with Dorarose and her family on their quest that I hope goes well.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Eighth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Some sad news and proof peace does not always last. No ill has come to the abbey.''

''It happened in Ferravale.''

''A couple nights after our friends left for their homeland, an unknown group of beasts attacked Ferravale and burned down the Town Hall. The Town Hall was a complete loss, and the Chieftain Blisa's home was half burned down as well. The Chieftain Blisa was captured and taken away, but no one knows to where, sadly, just a direction is all. Most of the beasts who have done this foul deed were found and slain, but a small pawful in number are still out there and being tracked down as we speak. In the chaos of this, the rat Patch was killed by these foul beasts, as well as 2-3 of the chieftains main bodyguards.

'''There's note added here, not part of the original log:'''

''Patch. Still weird he's gone. Miss him too, somehow.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

The main bodyguards and some towns beast have joined in a search party to find their chieftain, and it is likely they may never return. I do not know why me, as well as a couple others, felt this feeling that they would never return to Mossfower, but at the same time a feeling that even though they will never come back to Mossflower, there is a chance they will be found and live any remaining days elsewhere. I do hope they are found, even if it is to live elsewhere far, far from Mossflower.''

'''Another note's added:'''

''As of writing this, the chieftain and those who looked for her have not returned.''

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''I shall keep you updated on Ferravale as me, Mother Krisha, and Matilda will check on the village to see how it is and if help is needed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

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OlRandom: /* Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December */

Copied, Compiled, & Edited by Spruce during the Autumn of Peace, the Twenty-Sixth Season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

''(An IC Season to OOC Year/Season Translation can be found [[OlRandom's_IC_Season_Calander_Guide|here]] )''

= '''The collected journals of Atma Gafgarion, the Recorder of Redwall Abbey''' =
In the nameless winter, the second season following the Great Earthquake, a creature called Atma Gafgarion took up the mantle of Recordor of the then ruined Redwall Abbey, writing down what is now generally known as either ''The collective logs of the Nameless Winter'' or simply ''The Recorder's Scrolls''. These represent the closest written record to the Great Earthquake.

== Introduction (Date Unknown, presumably the Nameless Winter) ==
''Before I go on, it must be noted that there hasn't been an entry in this journal for many moons. The last time I've written in this book, I was in Mossflower woods, frantically searching for my lost mate, Alatia. Now I sit before the warm fire within the walls of the broken Redwall abbey. I've discovered all of my old friends from Nueva to be alive and well, save for a few exceptions. Pax has grown ill-tempered, and cold. Vlen is more mature than he was before. He's still young, and has much room to grow. Cassite is solemn, and a mere shell of his former self. He's not as happy as he used to be, which concerns me. Atanis is dead. Torwin doesn't seem to have changed, which is good. This harsh winter hasn't destroyed all of them, at least. Tivenn is still around, with Larissa and their children. I find Tivenn to be more tolerable than he was before. Which is nice. He, too, is maturing, and growing. Kevarr is alive. She's recovered from her arrow wounds nicely. I feel I've lost Alatia. But, I have no time for mourning. For now I face a more important duty. These Redwallers are facing perils beyond their field of control. They need all the help they can get. I believe I can make a difference here. Fates be with us, I am a Redwaller now.''

== Feb. 17, the Nameless Winter ==
''Again, I've not filled the pages of my journal over many hard nights. Only now do I find the time to take to my writing. So much has happened. The Redwallers had two primary enemies when I had arrived. Juskavarr, a clan that Kevarr once considered family, and Al Bhed, a group of vengeful savages. Both, since then, have been warded off. My primary endeavor here has been my friendship with Kevarr. She fills the void in my heart that only Alatia held. I've fallen in love with her, and she's fallen for me. But, this is a well kept secret. She lost her paw in a battle against her clan. To my dismay, I could not help. Windrunner - The abbeys champion fighter, and Atanis' former mentor has fought long and hard for our cause. But he's recently taken his leave, to where, I did not confirm. It's rumored that he went to take care of the log that had caused flooding in the abbey last autumn. Pax is growing more distant from everybeast else day by day, and this frightens us. But it also enrages us. I fear the troubles of late have been too much for the poor mouse. She's gone mad. Her friends are doing all they can to help. Keithe, the fox healer, has helped Kevarr as well. He's doing his best to help Pax through her problems. As is Pax's childhood friend, Danny, and Syekate, a weasel that was with the new order of Redwall since day one. I will not interfere. Pax hates me enough as it is. Cassite is very angry with me. He's found out that I'm in love with Kevarr, and has declared that I have betrayed him, and Alatia. There are also three other beasts that are new faces to me. Ghost, Xander and Tale. Ghost is a good friend of Kevarrs, though, I have just raeson to believe she's not very pleased with my existence. Xander is an arrogant fool, and shouldn't be allowed to walk this plane. And Tale is a noble sentry, always guarding the abbey. He seems to never rest. As I bring this lengthy entry to a close, I'd like to make note that Compest has arrived at the abbey. He's declared himself temporary abbot, and has knighted Kevarr. He's now proceeding to help the abbey in all new ways, as our leader. I hope he can succeed where we all have failed during these past few days. My paw aches. And my stomach growls. And, as I take my leave to the kitchens for my daily rations, I bring this entry to a close.''

== Feb. 21, the Nameless Winter ==
''It's very difficult to accurately predict what lies in Redwall's future. In fact, I'm even uncertain as to whether or not this abbey has a future. Tivenn has been rescued. He's mortally wounded. It actually reminds me of a long time in my life, very long ago. When Atma was wounded by the monitor wench. I know the agony Tivenn must suffer. As I have suffered it, and more. Despite my harsh words to him, and his loved ones, I am concerned for the mouse. Though, I'd never admit it openly. We've received suspicious word that Windrunner has been shot, and is dying somewhere in mossflower woods. No information as to where he is, or how he's being helped. And the message came from Eiyrt. I'd never met the marten before, and I was curious as to what he was like. I found him talking to Kevarr in the halls, and I scorn myself for ever wishing such a curse. Eiyrt is an evil beast. I now know why his name is spoken in the same mannor as one speaks curse words. He claims to have rescued Windrunner, and that his assassin still lives. But this is Eiyrt. I do not trust him. I will not allow myself to be fooled by his trickery, either. I'll also dully note that Kevarr does not handle alchohol well. Let it be a personal reminder, never to get her drunk, no matter how much affection I may recieve. Keithe seems to have perked in spirits. He's a lot happier than what I had previously noted of him. All due to a ghost of his past, revisiting him from the graves. A former love of his has shown up alive, and has boosted his morale greatly. Vlen is doing slightly better. As is Danny. Yet, Pax is still angry. Before I close this book, I will make one final note. I have been granted an abbey title. I am their recorder now. Their historian. And I can't say I didn't deserve it. After all, I am educated. This is the profession I had strived to achieve. And just as well, I've helped this abbey so much already. Such actions deserve rewards. ''

''...Right?''

== Feb. 25, the Nameless Winter ==
''Recall any positive thought I had ever thought about the future of this place. Now forget it. Hopes have been lifted within these walls, only to have been shattered again. Windrunner has returned alive. Vlen was healing greatly. Kevarr is up and healthy again. All was well. We even managed to break the log that had been acting as a dam to the river. And just after the log was moved, all seems to have fallen apart. Kevarr, Ghost and I had been at the log, working on moving it from the river once and for all. Then they spotted Eiyrt. They ran off after him, for what reasons only the Fates will know. While we had been working Torwin and an odd badger had appeared to assist us with the log. They successfully broke the log, at the expense of my suit, mind you. After that, I had gone to find Ghost and Kevarr. As I arrived, I found Eiyrt, angry and bearing a blade upon the two. Kevarr and Ghost proceeded to insult him, and that is when the fight broke out. Ghost suffered one stab wound, and as did I. But, then, Eiyrt took me captive, and held a blade to my throat. And as Kevarr surrendered, instead of killing her, Eiyrt stabbed me! I am now mortally wounded. A stab wound in my chest, and two in my left shoulder. If that weren't enough, Vlen has been attacked yet again! This time, his assassinator has left a note.''

"Kill the Seer, Hail the King"

''They managed to hit him in his temple with a jagged rock. He now lies in critical condition. Kevarr is physically healthy, but mentally..? It has also been discovered that the Al Bhed are truly on our side. Eiyrt had been manipulating them from the beginning. One of their own, a beast named Luto, found him out. They seek his death as we do. As for the others in the abbey, they seem to be doing alright. I owe Keithe a lot. Without him, I doubt I'd be breathing this day. I doubt Kevarr would, either. Pax...I haven't seen her around much. Perhaps that's why my head isn't throbbing. Also, a young mousemaid has been injured. I do not know her name. But she seems to be Lans mate. I will find out soon enough. But it will be difficult. The mouse knight does not like me at all. But then again, who at this abbey does, save for a few exceptions? And on a final note, Cassite is being stalked by an odd squirrelmaid that calls herself 'Bell'. I fear she's not at all right in her head. She's giving Cassite a lot of trouble. But, the squirrel remains strong. Cassite has agreed to stick by me through these times of crisis. I don't know what I'd do without him.''

== March 1, the Nameless Winter ==
''The abbey lies in a wounded state once again. Slowly, I recover from my wounds. As well as Ghost, Vlen and Tivenn. But now the abbey seems to be gripped with fear at the threat of just one beast. And the story with Eiyrt goes deeper than we had thought. Apparently, he had deceived Dyomuns clan into attacking the abbey. And when one of Dyomuns soldiers, Luto, found out about it, they exiled Eiyrt from their inner circle. Eiyrt is a madbeast. And that makes him all the more dangerous. Now, every warrior in the abbey wants to fight this monster. Why would that seem bad? Most of them want to fight Eiyrt alone. Including Cassite. Kevarr and I are doing our best to keep these rowdy warriors in check, but I'm still afraid one of them may not heed our warnings. Vlen is still being harassed. A strange poster was found just earlier tonight, taunting us. Whoever his assassins are, they're playing us for fools. And Cassite is still being bothered by Bell. Will wonders never cease. The ottermaid Alhanna has been annoying me for days now. Let it be noted here that if I hear anybeast call me 'Annie' again, I'm going to wring their necks. One pawed, if I must. I'm curious as to the whereabouts of Danny. I haven't seen the mouse in quite awhile. I did catch Pax. She seems aware of the abbey's newest threat, but hardly seems to be phased by it. I guess she could frighten off even Eiyrt with her attitude. I'm overwhelmed by the beckoning call of a good nights rest. So, that's what I'll do, bringing this entry to a close.''

== March 10, the Nameless Winter ==
''Chaos. Utter chaos. And that's an understatement. To start off, Eiyrt is dead. Kevarr killed him on the same night that the abbey was first attacked by Lowbeasts. Since then, we've experienced several other lowbeast attacks, one of which left a permanent scar on my face. There was an old, cranky mouse on an anti-vermin campeign named Donal. What we failed to realize is that Donal was an imposter. He was a corsair captain who called himself Lonad. Kevarr was a former slave of his. His re-emergence brought Kevarr significant troubles. He had secretly revealed himself to her after Eiyrt was killed, and put her through some unknown tortures, that caused her to go mad. Kevarrs madness, I discovered, was merely a regression into her childhood aboard the slaveship. The sea rats tormented her there, one of which, and the most severe, was to put her in a small box. Sometimes they would accompany such a thing with other horrors. Insects, water, flames, and such. She would sometimes go into maddened fits that would cloud her vision, and make all of us seem like sea rats. She'd see herself in the box amongst these delusions, and become frightened. The Al Bhed agreed to help us take care of her in solitude, after she attacked Jylinc, Danny and Pax, so she would hurt nobeast again. Vlen and I went with them to the Al Bhed camp, and over the course of a few days there, I learned how to treat her. She knew me past her delusions, and that was the key. I would protect her, and comfort her as if she were a small child. In doing so, she found peace amongst her delusions. We returned to the abbey to find that Lonad had revealed himself. Tried to kidnap Pax, but he ended up taking Kaelis instead. We devised a plan after hearing this. Cassite, Kevarr and I were to go to the searat camp to retrieve Kaelis. It was revealed that Lonad only wanted knowledge of a vast treasure Kevarr could tell him about. But, she did not give it to him. Jylinc got mixed into this, somehow, and he freed Kaelis before we got there, getting himself captured instead. In short, we saved Jylinc, killed Lonad, and eliminated the sea rats, with Ghosts help. We all live with minimal wounds. Though, I'm afraid Ghost is not so well off. Compest has spoken with Kevarr and I, and he's made her an elder. There's even talk of her replacing Alexandria as champion. We'll see where that goes. And finally, after dealing with a terrible ferret kit, I sit with Kevarr and Jylinc in the infirmary, both of which are suffering wounds received from the ferret last night. He's currently tied up, and put in the cellar. After I make sure Kevarr is okay, I'll see to it that the kit is punished for his actions, severely.''

== March 19, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I had actually never thought I would have to face things like this. The way I was raised, I never expected to be living the lifestyle that I do. I refer to, of course, my living with the woodlanders at Redwall. As recorder, I hold a prestigious position. And in light of this, I've decided to eliminate my alias. I am no longer Anigma to these beasts at Redwall, but Atma Gafgarion. My birth name sounded odd when spoken for the first few times. I had grown used to hiding it away for all this time. My own issue here is that I've defied all expectations given to beasts of my species and nature. I've made more friends at Redwall than I've ever had in the past. And what's even frightening to me, a family. Kevarr is going to give birth to a child, and I am its father. Compest has asked me to be a general in the army of Mossflower, and while I'm inept in combat, he seems to believe that I would do well with this position. Elder? General? Father, of all things? When did such titles replace those I once held? Scoundrel, Thief, Liar, even Murderer. The question is, do my new titles really replace my old ones, or do they only mask them?''

''Unfortunately, I've little time to ponder that. Spring has sprung. By the looks of things, we may even be able to afford a nameday feast by mid-spring. Reconstruction has already begun. The child that will be born to Kevarr and myself is a new source of worry and distress. Originally, we had planned on keeping it a secret, telling only those we trust. However, due to some shadow-lurking miscreants, we failed. Eiyrt turned out to be alive. He showed up at the abbey, wounded, and holding Jerushan, a healer, at knifepoint. Of course, nobeast knew until it was too late. We had all been distracted by another drury beast, Ingin, who was making less-than believable offers concerning diplomacy. Because of the distraction, Eiyrt was healed. When he was found, he plotted on snatching the wounded Jylinc from his infirmary cot, and running. Jerushan tried to stop him, and Eiyrt mercilessly killed the healer. Eiyrt then wounded Jylinc, and escaped. A few days later, Eiyrt found Kaelis on the road, and severely beat him. We're now on high guard. But that's not the wort of all worlds. Due to the previously mentioned miscreants, Eiyrt knows of Kevarr's pregnancy. If she should ever encounter Eiyrt, all may be lost. Ingin insists that Eiyrt is no longer a Drury beast, but due to his wild claims, his constant threats, and his convenient distraction the night Eiyrt killed Jerushan, I've good reason to suspect conspiracy. Cassite is ill, with incredible pains in his head. It's been said that he tried to attack the champion, Alexandria, but he denies any memory of such an occasion. Pax has returned alive and unharmed, fortunately. As ever, it's impossible to determine the future of the abbey. For now, we must all do what we can.''

== March 27, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''It's becoming more clear to me, day by day, where the abbey stands as of now. In light of recent activity, Eiyrt and Lonad's crew has been left dead, and the focus of vermin intents seems to be the little ones now. Kevarr was captured by Eiyrt when she went to take Jylinc back to his camp. She was kept by the marten for a span of a day, beaten and tortured. He demanded Dyomun show up at his location within three days, or he'd beat the baby within her stomach to death. In five, he'd kill her, too. The night she was captured, Larissa and Compest gathered teams, and went out on a search for Dyomun. I took Xander, and we went searching ourselves. Instead of Dyomun or Eiyrt, we found the remains of Lonad's crew. Not only did I retrieve my other dirk, but we killed off the rest of them. We returned without Kevarr. The next day, a fleet of bats flew into the hall, chittering about sighting Eiyrt and Kevarr in the woods. I took up Compest's sword and they took me there. Unfortunately, Eiyrt had more plans than just killing Dyomun. He captured me, and started off on some twisted torture scheme. He'd been beating Kevarr's stomach, trying to kill our kit. Chaos erupted, however, when Syekate and an unseen beast from the woods found the camp, and attacked Eiyrt as Kevarr broke out from her ropes. Eiyrt defeated all of them, rendering me unconscious with them. And as if the Fates had guided them, Keithe, Ramadi, and the Al Bhed Dyomun arrived. I woke up to find that not only was Eiyrt fighting Dyomun, but Kevarr was giving birth! It was miraculous. Nobeast had even known Kevarr's labor had begun. Our kit was born, a jill that we named Kes, just as Eiyrt was slain by Dyomun. Had they delayed their arrival any longer, Eiyrt would have Kes at his mercy. All returned to the abbey beaten up, but alive. However, with the birth of our kit, brings the death of another. Typhoon, the young sea otter that I had taken to raise in the absence of his parents, was killed by lowbeasts. This tragedy was followed by the Abbot Compest's quest to seek out the lowbeasts camp. Miraculously, he slew all of them, save for one. Alongside Typhoon's tragic demise, there have been other problems concerning the young of the abbey. A slaver ferret has kidnapped a great lot of them, and is keeping them hostage. The rescue efforts of our own have proven that the slaver torments, and beats the poor kits while they are under captivity. Amongst those captured is an otter girl that Ghost and Xander have taken a liking to, and another young kit that I believe is a mute. They were rescued, leaving a trainee healer mouse, and our champion, Alexandria's kit. We've established a firm rule, that nobeast is to leave the abbey without a partner. We plan on avoiding situations like this in the future. Lan, Compest, Syekate and Kevarr are amongst the injured abbeybeasts, as far as I'm aware of. So much has happened in the past few days, that I'm sure I've missed some details. Once things stabilize, I'm sure to recall them. But I've ran this entry along for far too long, and my paw is growing sore. Thus, I draw this entry to a close.''

== March 30, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''I've seen the worst there is to see in some beasts. Sadness that will never go away. Anger, and sometimes even naivity. We made a horrible discovery that will leave the beasts in question in an eternal ruin. Vlen's sister, Hilpani, who was thought to be dead, turned up alive. She and her father were slaves amongst Lonad's sea rats. But that's not the horrible part. In the forest, amongst the six rats I slew, was her father. Now she's ill with a madness we'd only seen once before in Kevarr. Vlen has forgiven me all too quickly for this atrocity, but the guilt still lingers. Hilpani will not stop until she sees me dead before her. Xander has just arrived to deliver some food for Kes and I. Scones, woodlander food. Those with dull teeth eat this kind of thing. It actually makes me rather irksome, but it's food. Who am I to complain. Kevarr's delivering him a reprimand, and for just reason. Xander was absent when Kevarr hunted down the dibbun-snatching slaver. The slaver delivered one more body recently, claiming that Kevarr's fight with her drained all of her energy, and she could no longer work efficiently. Naza was saved, no thanks to Alexandria herself. Excuse the grease stains upon the pages, I am eating...''

== April 15, Spring of the Brilliant Revival ==
''Well, I'm alive. And I'm lucky, too. It turns out the scones I had eaten only during my last entry were poisoned. Kes did not eat any, only I did. And it's a good thing, too. I was unconscious for nearly a week until I recovered. I awaken to learn that Xander apparently had a twin brother, and that's who had been causing the trouble. Xander also beat up Kevarr and Kes, and gave many other beasts trouble. But it's convenient that the two of us end up the worst off. Xander's twin brother was killed, and the abbey was saved. I seem to be the only sane beast in the abbey who thinks this is the most outrageous load of rubbish I've heard in a long while. Who's to say Xander wasn't involved in any of this? I certainly believe so. Only after this twin was killed, Kevarr assisted the REAL Xander out by the pond. Yet, because of the nature of her wounds, she needed his help to get to the infirmary. She was bleeding badly. Xander merely watched her bleed, before walking away. It's a wonder Kevarr WAS saved. I don't believe Xander is completely innocent, as everybeast else does. Because I'm not an idiot. I'm going to have Xander removed from the abbey. Aside from that situation, a new discovery has been made about the drury beast, Ingin. It was HE who murdered Typhoon. The truth was revealed to us by some rebellious drury members that see Ingin as an unfit ruler. Frankly, it's my firm belief that Ingin is unfit to breathe the same air we breathe. He's going to pay for his crime, in the worst way possible. It's starting to become evident that the drury are nothing but kidnappers and baby murderers. In the end, it all comes down to sorrow. I must rest... ''

- Atma Gafgarion

= '''The first gap in the Record, the Dark Seasons''' =
From roughly the second to the twenty-sixth season following the Great Earthquake, a period of twenty-four seasons, no entry into the Abbey records can be found. With this and the lack of other surviving records from the rest of the Mossflower area during this time has caused me to dub these seasons ''the Dark Seasons''.

= '''Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder''' =
In the seasons when the Plague rushed through Redwall Abbey the season before the appointment of Abbot Lorimis, the Abbey Recorder at the time was a hare named Brother Harper Sutton.
He had been born in Salamandastron and later presumably passed into the Dark Forest some time during Lorimis' early reign as Abbot, survived by a son Tameus Sutton who went on to serve in the Long Patrol.

Only four entries from his time as Abbey Recorder survive, supplemented by the three entries made by 'Garth the Scholar'; whether or not more was written during this time is currently uncertain.
== '''Garth the Scholar's Entries, Temporary Recorder''' ==
As Brother Harper Sutton had fallen ill, a creature known as 'Garth the Scholar' was asked to act as temporary recorder in Sutton's absence by an order member called Sister Caina. Three entries only were written, with little to no evidence Garth continued or even survived the sickness.

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar_1|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day One: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''My arrival at the abbey was not as I had hoped. I entered the Great hall in good spirits, but soon learned that some kind of plague has stricken many of the residents. I was immediately warned by a young mouse to flee and wait until the plague ran its course, but this is something that needs recording, and I am apparently the only beast capable of doing it. I learned this from one Sister Caina, who informed me that the old recorder is in the infirmary, and asked me to leave a copy of my records for the abbey. So far I have learned that defiantly 19 beasts have died. The Order has quarantined the upper floors; no one is allowed to leave once they go up there. I also heard that a Long Patrol Major is preparing some sort of expedition to find a cure. I wish I could go along for that journey, but my place is here. I am hoping to speak with the abbot, learn more about this plague, but that’s if he hasn’t been stuck down with the others.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Two: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''A search party left the abbey today, in search of some herb called the ''Goldenwart'' which the healers say will cure this. I was sorely tempted to go along. Nothing in the way of news has come down from the infirmary.''

=== [[The_Recordings_of_one_Garth_the_Scholar|The Recordings of one Garth the Scholar Day Three: Early January, Winter of the Plague]] ===

''Beasts down in the Great Hall have been falling ill. Late last night the entire abbey was declared under quarantine, no one is allowed outside the walls. I have no idea what the current death toll is, for every time I ask the healers go all silent and staring. The sick are still kept up in the infirmary, and most of the healthy have gathered in the Cavern Hole and Lower Dormitories.''

''On my previous statement about the sick, that was merely an in general statement. A stoat, clearly infected, just appeared in the hall and sat near me. Do these abbey beasts have no sense left in them? The sick should be kept upstairs! Not allowed to wander freely around the still healthy! It is clear the Order has no idea how to contain an outbreak. The upstairs should have been completely cut off, the stairs should have been barricaded and fires lit to cleanse the air. And now this, allowing the sick to wander freely, I can only hope these barbarians can gather themselves and contain this before it consumes us all. For now I keep close to the fire, but if this stoat, who introduced himself as Kolya, is anything to go by I will soon be pitching a tent outside these halls.''

''The only praise I can offer the abbey beasts lies with the healers. They seem to be working around the clock, risking their own well being to tend the needs of others. Two of these healers, a hare and a mouse, seem to doubt my advice of lighting fires to clean the air, they also seemed to find me as unpleasant company; but did no better themselves.''

''I also meet Colonel Zoe Lang this evening. She seems the intelligent type, but kept trying to tell me to control my supposed temper. I calmly told her that if these abbey types would simply stop being so full of confidence in themselves, and listened; I wouldn’t be vexed with them.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-12-09|Brother Harper's First Surviving Entry: Mid January, Winter of the Plague]] ==
Brother Harper recovered from his illness far more swiftly than many others at the Abbey, and began his work as Recorder once more:

''Well, it would seem I have won the battle against the Plague. Though I doubt that has overmuch to do with myself. I should better say that the other healers have the victory in this particular battle. Or that my son has. Whichever is the case, I am improving. The fever has broken. The vessel for this humble mind feels battered and broken, but it also feels-- alive.''

''It only seems right that I should return to my duties now I have the strength to do so. While my mind was lost to the fog, the Abbey lost many more of its good creatures to the illness. However, the Abbey and its inhabitants will not go quietly, nor have they ever. A certain Brenden Thatcher, Private rank, of the Long Patrol, has presented the possibility of a cure. A certain herb, known as ''Goldenwort'' in his area of the world. It grows deep in the forest, in Southswards. He knows not whether it grows in Winter, but a quest has been rallied nonetheless. The questers left two days hence. I am told that we are not to expect them for a fortnight, though perhaps the spirits of those we've lost will bear them home more quickly, even, than that.''

''Because a cure, it is true, we are in dire need of. Even the humble Abbeybeasts can only be bent so low before breaking and I should wish myself dead before that day.''

''But perhaps that day has been put off a little, all the same, for the love of a dibbun. I think only a dibbun could think to make merry and light as a distraction for all this. Aged beasts are far too cynical! Ah well, but my son Tameus is not! He put on a play - a comedy! Starring himself as perilous hare, Long Patrol Colonel Wameus! His delicate damsel, Delilah, was played by our very own, Novice Bradge. He makes a very pretty maid, if I do say so myself. And as for the more villainous component, Colonel Zoe Francis and Sivaine Brennig played the roles of Dread Pirate Kessy and Nerdez, respectively. It was quite a thing... I nearly fainted dead away from laughing, though that's not a stretch for me right now!''

''I think we all owe Tameus a great amount of thanks. He has brought us all from the edge, not with herbs or simples, but with something far more effective.''

''Laughter.''

- Brother Harper Sutton, Abbey Recorder

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_1-27-09|Brother Harper's Second Surviving Entry: Late January, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The last of the plague sufferers have been released from the infirmary! Thank the Spirits, it is over. The timing is appropriate - we feasted the Abbey's good fortune last night in the Great Hall. There was dancing and music from the Abbey's musicians. There were two stand-outs of the evening.''

''One, Ardice's celebratory cake! Oh, Martin! It was a sight. She had decorated it to resemble Goldenwort, the herb to which we owe our recovery. But I think there are very few but can feel anything but ambivalence for the stuff. Foul-tasting and poisonous in certain forms. Major Darklett, the poor soul, looked absolutely green upon seeing the raspberry syrup seeping out of the vines in place of sap. All the same, the cake was absolutely delicious.''

''And, of course, it is no surprise that my Tameus got up to his usual tricks! Without telling anyone, he and a few other dibbuns arranged for quite the spectacle. He sang a rather moving song and I'm surprised to say he sang it well. It is an old one. Let me see if I can transcribe it here...''

"See the smoke curl from the chimney,

An the mat beside the door,

On the path there stands the family,

Like you left em long before.

Home returning, home returning,

Seasons gone an young uns grown,

Home returning, home returning,

Back to those I call my own!

There the fire burns and the ale brews,

An the bread bakes soft an brown,

While my friends wait with the good news,

Bring my chair an sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,

Comes the warrior from the war,

Home returning, home returning,

Home to wander nevermore!"

''And right after that he and the other dibbuns had rigged a sort of catapult and they launched dozens of golden paper flowers over Great Hall. I think everyone enjoyed it, save for Major Darklett's son Caleb. He seemed to have a vendetta against them and went about crushing each one he could find.''

''It was a fine evening for the Abbey.''

'''Scrawled at the bottom is a scribbled note, which reads,''' ''And the squirrel Magramba arrived with ribbons braided into his headfur. I really will have to speak to Novice Theodore about that.''

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_2-2-09|Brother Harper's Third Surviving Entry: Early February, Winter of the Plague]] ==

''The Abbey is suddenly a great deal emptier.''

''The Long Patrol has left. I believe the original plan was to wait 'til things warmed up a bit, but I suppose with first the owl, and then the battle on the Dirt Road, and finally the plague, they thought it best to leave while they still could!''

''It has been an unlucky stretch of months for us, no doubt.''

''Ah, well.''

''My Tameus has gone off with them. To get an early start on his grand plan to become Colonel! I am glad that he has found what he wants in life so young, but not having him here, not seeing his smile or hearing his laughter, it is a deep wound. Fortunately I have my work to keep me busy, but I can't but come back to the cot we shared each night and wonder who will sing him his lullabies, now?''

''The little scamp left a note. Ardice helped him to write it.''

"It'll be a long time. I'll hate it and I'll miss you.

I'm sorry I'm not a good son. I'll work hard and think

of you all the time and one day I will be. I'll make you

proud. I promise. I love you more than anything.

Please be happy. Tam."

''Ahhh, but he is and he does already! Where are you now, my son? I hope he is well.''

- Brother Harper Sutton

== [[Brother_Harper,_Abbey_Recorder_-_4-9-9|Brother Harper's Final Surviving Entry: Early April, Spring following the Plague]] ==

''Well, we have been back to the Abbey for some number of weeks, now. The aches and pains have all healed and I no longer wake up every morning convinced that Redwall is a dream and Ruingate only a wakings away...''

''Should all things always be recorded, to be passed down and remembered, or should some events just be allowed to pass away with one or two beast's memories? That's the question I've been contemplating these past weeks, with a stack of fresh parchment sitting at my desk and waiting to be written on. I suppose I still haven't made up my mind - or maybe I have, and I'm just not ready yet. There have been enough of sleepless nights thanks to this trip, just lately.''

''So I will write of simpler things. I'm sad to have missed the visit with my family. It has been seasons since I've seen my mother, or my brother Jacob. It's been long enough, he's grown from a leveret to nearly a full Private in my absence. I wonder what he must think of me, cloistered away here in the Abbey. Though, I suppose one couldn't fairly call my life here boring!''

''I miss Tameus, as well. I am awaiting a letter from him - something, anything really. I don't like to consider how he must have taken the news that we would not be arriving at the mountain. He is a very strong leveret, but in some ways he is very fragile and uncertain in life. I worry for him. No doubt life will toughen it out of him, but if it was my choice... I wouldn't have it so. There are some lessons I'd rather he not have to learn.''

''Ah well. My letter to them must have arrived a number of days ago. Hopefully he is not angry with me, and will write soon.''

''Meanwhile, Spring is blossoming everywhere. The seeds of life have been planted and the smallest of buds push through the freshly turned earth, seeking out the light of day. I believe I will take a lesson from the plants, and venture forth to greet the morning.''

- Brother Harper, Abbey Recorder

= '''Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey''' =
I have seen fit to include the journal entry of one novice Dust, the former Bellringer of Redwall Abbey (presumably the beast holding the position before Lilymoore Strongheart). His is one of the few surviving accounts following the summer in which an evil fox, known as Vladimir Stormfeather, rose to prominence and caused much grief for Mossflower Country as a whole in a span of only a few weeks, during Father Lorimis' Thirteenth season as Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, an unnamed summer.

== [[Doors_Ever_Open_(Thorns_of_Steel:_Epilogue)|An extract from Novice Dust's Journal, Autumn]] ==
Written in October, an unnamed Autumn, the fourteenth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:

''In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.''

''A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter... Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked... The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother... It's enough to make one's head spin.''

''And I just stood by and watched, lending a hand in nonviolent ways, never once raising blade or bow to kill because of the oath I swore after I killed that ferret a few months ago, at a time that seems lifetimes past.''

''So strange how quickly everything we know, the entire world as we know it, can be shattered, and so quickly be put right again.''

''So quickly the heroes rise to the challenge. So swiftly the time of idle bliss is torn asunder, and the time of heroes, the time of valor, the time of Legend arises. And swiftly, oh, how swiftly, it ceases, even as soon as it has started.''

''Now, we dwell once more in a time of peace. The birds sing and don't try to kill us at the drop of a paw, the sun shines, other than several scaley Redwall residents there are no reptiles in sight...The trees go bare as Winter's soft enveloping blanket prepares to enshroud Mossflower...The Dibbuns play, carefree as always, safe within the four mighty Abbey walls...The food is as good as ever, the drinks flowing free as the River Moss in springtime...All is quiet, and safe. The kiln and the workshops are being rebuilt, Ferravale is wary but fortified and secure, and gradually everybeast is going home.''

''But despite all of this, there is still a place here, a place for all with peace in their hearts and the desire to join us here in the Abbey of Redwall, for a day, for a season, for many seasons, it matters not. Come when you please and leave by the same principle.''

''I will make sure that we keep an empty seat here for you, just in case you pass by on the old dirt path and chance to pass our doors, which are always open to peaceful comers. Just keep walking along the dirt road until you see the belltower on the east side of the path, you can't miss it. Day or night, spring or fall, now or many seasons later, it doesn't make a difference, come whenever you like. We will be waiting for you, and you will be greeted with open arms, whether you travel here by land or by mind, where there are no restrains upon where you may walk.''

Dust, Bellringer of Redwall.

= '''Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder''' =
After a span of roughly Twenty-Five seasons since Brother Harper acted as Abbey Recorder, a badgermaid named Sister Zinnia Winters began her writings which would eventually lead her appointment as the official Abbey Recorder in July - August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Sister Zinnia would hold the post for nearly eight seasons until her resignation as Recorder in May of the Spring of New Beginnings, the fourth season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, after which she left both the Abbey and the Order.

She returned some three seasons later before passing into the Dark Forest in March of the Winter of Reflection, the seventh season since Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. She was survived by an adopted son, the late Xander Winters.

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia's_Journal_Entries|Sister Zinnia's First Writings, Spring of Bells to Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
During the Spring of Bells, the twentieth season after Abbot Lorimis' appointment to the position of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, a beast named Marek Redthorn gathered about himself a great horde of vermin, leading to what I shall henceforth call the Second Redthorn War the following Summer (the Summer of Remembrance). Throughout these events is when Sister Zinnia first began writing, chronicling nearly every event that took place in the Second Redthorn War in her personal journal, which has now been added to the Abbey Record here.

=== Sister Zinnia's First Journal Entry ===
''I am starting these writings to record what has happen since we been away from Redwall Abbey. It is odd to be writing as when I first came to the abbey I couldn’t read or write very well at all and now I read and write very very well and recently even found out that even though I never seen it before I understand badger script. Badger Script is strange as it can tell the past as well as the future and sometimes things going on elsewhere in the here and now that you may not even know of. Now it doesn’t say everything but it tells important things one needs to know, who knows maybe whoever wrote it hundreds of season ago knew I would read it and that me and my group needed to know something. Oh sorry I should explain who this group is and how we came to Salamandastron, yes the great badger Mt. or Fire Mt as some call it.''

Sister Zinna

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Journal Entry ===
''I am writing down what I remember and trust me a lot of it is not easily forgotten. Me and a guard named Anomen, he’s a squirrel, were told by Martin the Warrior himself to seek aid at Salamandastron to help recover his sword and to help aid Redwall from an attack by a horde led by an evil stoat named Marek. The sword was stolen from our Champion Flicktail by a squirrel named Oak who drugged him and another guard. Oak lost the sword to Marek who used it as a symbol of power and took over Redwall. Redwall fell that day and those still there were now captive and under the power of Marek and his horde.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Journal Entry ===

''Before the horde had come I, Elder Benar, Anomen, and Friar Lacota had already gone on our mission a 3-4 week trip to Salamandastron. The trip started out fine and we even found a Gawtrybe squirrel maid who joined us and her name was Treesong. We made it to the swamps and that is where trouble happen and the toads caught us but with my help and Treesong we were able to get out. Benar got on my shoulders and Treesong on his and got us vines, we escaped the toads with our lives but sadly lost supplies and everything we had with us, and were still a couple days from the Salamandastron. On the day we arrived we almost lost Treesong to a jellyfish sting but luckily a hare healer named Barley came to her aid and him and a the recorder hare Quinten led us inside Salamandastron. After a week of recovering we talked to Lord Sebastian, he is the badger lord, and he will help us. It seems he dislikes the idea of Flicktail being champion of the abbey, as Flicktail is a fox. Yes a fox is champion of Redwall but he is a good fox whom I trust with my life now. I did not trust Flicktail at first and slowly as time went on he gained my trust and now he is a friend. Anyways Lord Sebastien is sending 1000 hares total and himself to Redwall. They will be with us on the way home. Acting as Liaison is Benar and appointed Anomen as military advisor. Lord Sebastian has mentioned he and the long Patrol will have no dealing with Flicktail while they are in Mossflower, but will respect the title champion, this is why we needed a Liaison and military advisor. Well we are to head out in 3 days and I need to get some rest.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Journal Entry ===

''Day 3 and we have headed out. I don’t have time to write too much right now I shall write more in a few days. Wish us luck.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Journal Entry ===

''It has been a week so far and I find hares most interesting, where do they put all the food they eat I wander. Lord Sebastian seems to like to keep to himself; he is the current Badger Lord. I also found out he is a blacksmith like my papa is, I wonder if they would get along or not. The trip so far has been good and no trouble, then who wants to mess with a thousand hares and one very tall badger lord.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Journal Entry ===

''Today I had a bad dream or vision from Martin. My papa, Zork, or father he can also be called seems to have been in a very bad fight. I am so scared of just how bad a fight it was and how he is and I can’t learn this till we get home. Martin said my father was to join the ranks of the order as a Brother or Elder maybe. The day my father lays down his warrior ways will for sure be a sight to see indeed.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Journal Entry ===

''We had an interested visitor today, he arrived by swan, Brother Leon. But it seems the swan also had another with it a clan squirrel and I didn’t catch his name but he knew Treesong and took her with him to be the now leader of Gawtrybe. It seems the Gawtrybe leader was hurt badly and Treesong is the leader for now, well she is granddaughter to the main leader of Gawtrybe so makes sense. Leon stayed with us to finish our journey back to Redwall and has informed us Uncle Oz is fine and so are the dibbuns now, even Martins sword is in safe paws, an otter. Leon thinks it’s our head guard Lee that has Martins sword, I hope so. Other news is my father Zork is in bad shape and I am worried about him. Leon confirmed my father’s warrior days are over. I wander... maybe my father really will be becoming a brother or elder in the order after all.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Journal Entry ===

''I have not written in a while as been thinking on other things. Like on how my father Zork is and how everyone is at the abbey. I hope they are ok. We are almost at Ferravale now and soon will make final any plans to get the abbey back into our paws. I will be staying at the base camp the Long Patrol and Lord Sebastian has set up. I will also try not to worry on how the battle will go or who may or may not die. Deaths happen when in war and injuries happen as well. Those who can fight and heal will go into battle, I do not know much on fighting at all but a hare has been teaching me some simple self-defence and I guess it’s okay to learn self-defence just in case I ever need it in the future, but it’s still a last resort as I am a Sister in the order and the abbey code is do no harm and only fight if one’s life is in danger and as a last resort. Well Benar and Sebastian will be heading out soon to see who else is going to help us get the abbey back. Brother Leon looks to be going to and said he be there as a healing beast, he is Master Healer after all so it makes sense for him to be there. Anomen will also go to Ferravale and be in the big battle against Marek and his horde. Anomen had taken a walk earlier and came back clearly upset and told me he wishes to not talk about it and asked where Benar and Sebastian was, and I told him and he went off to speak to them. Hopefully it’s not bad news, I so dislike bad news. Well I should stop writing for now and will update you later.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Journal Entry ===

''We have made it to a camp close to Ferravale. I cannot say where so that will remain a secret. No vermin species can enter the camp, even if a couple are friends it seems. But that is ok as it does keep the cap safe. I went out to try and find someone who may know how my Papa is and I ended up a captive of the Gawtribe. It seems they were for a short while taken over by Alvar as he has been Treesong in a fight and is leader and he is a mean leader and says they will no longer be friends to any beast but the clan.

''I write more to say Alvar was defeated, in fact killed by Anomen who came to help Treesong and myself, Anomen is now temporary leader of the Gawtribe, plus he is still military advisor for this war we are dealing with, but the Gawtribe is on our side once more so all is well. Even better news Treesong and Anomen are now to soon wed, not sure when this will be as first we must win this war with Marek and then get things back to normal. Maybe A feast and a wedding, that would be so fun and enjoyable!''

Sister Zinnia

'''A post script has been added, reading:'''
A hasty scribble in a small and cramped paw-writing had been added to the bottom of the page some time ago, which I shall insert here:

''I also helped with Alvar's defeat! Nearly died trying!''

- J.R.M.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Journal Entry ===

''A lot has happen at the base camp. Hares are training and getting ready to fight and a more serious tone has come over the camp. I will be staying at the base camp till the okay is given that the abbey is free and we can go inside. I will also help tend to some of the less serious injuries as I do know basic healing skills.''

Sister Zinnia

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Journal Entry ===

''The abbey is once more free, but many lost their lives to get it free again. I stayed at the base camp and a couple hares got me back to the abbey. My papa Zork and Uncle Oz are fine, to which I am glad. Many in the Long Patrol died, half the Gawtrybe died and some shrews died as well. The head Guard Lee had found Martin The Warriors sword and keep it safe. He led a small group of Redwallers inside and rang the bells in the bell tower as a distraction. A squirrel named Oak opened the abbey gates to let beasts inside, but he disappeared and from what heard went into the woods somewhere. Also the moles caused a section of the south wall to fall down, further surprising the horde beasts that had taken over our home. The moles are already starting to repair the wall and make it even stronger. The gates are getting fixed as well; the blacksmith whom is also my Papa is helping fix the abbey gates. The wounded are being cared for by Head Healer Brother Leon and the other healers. The dibbuns have yet to be brought back but that should be in a couple days once some cleanup has taken place around the abbey. Well I should get some needed rest, in my own bed. It will feel so good to once more sleep in my bed and my own room.''

Sister Zinnia

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Entries!!|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of Remembrance]]''' ==
Following the events of the Second Marek War, Sister Zinnia was officially appointed to the position of Abbey Recorder in late July or August of the Summer of Remembrance, the twenty-first season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.
=== Sister Zinnia's First Entry as the Official Abbey Recorder, August ===

''I am sorry I have not written in a while. I been spending time with Papa and Uncle Oz. The abbey has slowly recovered from the takeover and things are getting back to normal. Today is the feast and great fun and food was to be had. This was the first time I truly enjoyed a Redwall feast. The lives that were lost were remembered today with lanterns on the trees; yes the trees as we had the feast outside in the orchards. The summer of Remembrance it was named. Another great thing happen I am now Redwall Abbey Recorder! I still take care of the library and keep the abbeys records but now I feel more proud to do so and will work extra hard to keep the library neat and clean and in good order, I will also may sure all things are recorded that needs to be remembered. The sword of Martin is once more back in Flicktail’s paws now as well. We also have a bee keeper now, Melibella as her and her newborn daughter have decided to live here. I need to go help clean up, I will update later.''

Sister Zinnia, Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Second Entry, August ===

''I want to update as I found out today Bottlebrush has returned to the abbey, which is good as he is a healer and healers are always needed.''

''Other news is sadder, my friend Treesong has died, but there is not total loss of hope as she has a small newborn baby that has survived. It is thought the poison from the Jellyfish sting weeks ago may have still been in her system and made her weaker; childbirth took a lot of her energy. The baby’s name I learned is Cotasong, a way to honour his mother and Anomen had wanted to name the child after a close friend, Friar Lacota, so the name is a mix of both names. Friar Lactoa is fine so please do not worry and is busy making dinner or rather finishing making it so I best get to Cavern Hole as he doesn’t like it when beasts are late for dinner.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Third Entry, August ===

''Sorry I have not updated for a while. First some sad news, Sister May has passed away and will be missed. She was very old, I am sure how old but fairly old and was one of the first beasts I meet when I first came here. She helped Uncle Oz with the younger dibbuns, now one of the novices do. I help with the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and so far I have done very well.''

''We will have the fall feast soon and my papa is helping to raise the new gates, and the gates are stronger than ever before. The feast should be fun and enjoyable. I am still loving being the recorder and love to keep you updated. We have had friends come and friends go. Luckily no more in death have left. Angelo the hare left to go back to his own village as a brother of his needed him, and Anomen has left with his son Cotasong. Those new , we have Taran who has come to the abbey, just yesterday he helped save one of the dibbuns I help, young Thorn, who had an allergic reaction to some nuts. Taran got her to the infirm very quickly and saved her life, even though he seems to think he didn’t, in my opinion he did. We also have an odd sea otter maid here and who seems interested in learning to use the forge, a possible apprentice for papa? I am unsure and will keep you updated on what happens there and what her name is once I also learn that. There is also a vixen named Rayen, I have only spoken to her a couple times and she seems nice. She is a healer and makes baskets out of reeds, which I think is an interesting skill to have. She seems to have made our champion happy, and I think she is happy as well when she is with him and it’s always nice to make beasts happy.''

''Our Master Healer Brother Leon took a couple weeks off and is now back on duty, I think some time off, which he rarely takes, helped him a lot and also Taran, whom I mentioned earlier, is his father..yes they are related and look to be trying to finally be father and son and I wish them luck with that.''

''Not much else is going on that I have not mentioned, till next time.''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourth Entry, September ===

''Another quick update''

''I am adding this, though the problems seem to have left. A group called the Silent Blades have been around. Led by a rat I learned name was Ebony and seems to dislike the abbey. So far they have not caused too much trouble here and just on the road by robbing beasts as they travel the road. The wall guards as well as our Head Guard Lee and the Champion Flicktail are keeping an eye on the roads to make sure the Silent Blades do not do too much to endanger any beasts. I have learned they are a small group of just under 10 beasts and in a couple recent fights have lost a pawful of their beasts, this before being under 10 beasts, still not being too big a group even then, maybe 15 before and dropped to just under 10 beasts now, I see no danger to the abbey but would suggest being careful on the dirt road, I know I will be.''

''Thanks for your time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia,_Abbey_Recorder_Recent_Entries|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #5-10, Autumn of Portals to Winter of Thundersnow II]]''' ==
Written from roughly October, Autumn of Portals, to December, Winter of Thundersnow, the twenty-second and twenty-third seasons since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.
=== Sister Zinnia's Fifth Entry, October ===

''I have been very busy with teaching the dibbuns ages 4-6 seasons and even have a couple 3 season olds as well in my classes now. One update is there was the Fall Feast a couple weeks ago (Oct 24th) and it went very well. Father even did the speech and named the season, Autumn Of Portals. Portals is another name for doors and openings like gats also, I rather like the seasons name. The feast went well and the new gates are up, stronger than ever before.''

''Another update is the sea otter; Silverstorm is now my father’s apprentice and is learning to be a blacksmith. I worry about papa as he is making a wheeled chair and uses a cane a lot more than when he walks around. I have talked to Brother Leon and he says my Papa or as most know him as Brother Zork, will most likely be in that wheelchair a lot sooner rather than later as the heart attack he had in the summer did cause a lot of damage and he nearly died twice and was in a deep faint a week, it took him half a season, maybe a little longer to recover from it and maybe he never really fully recovered from it, not all the way anyways. Papa claims he is ok and knows to take it easy, maybe that’s why he has his apprentice Silverstorm now, she can help him and one day take over the Blacksmith duties but I do hope Papa is around many many more seasons.''

''I add this to the records. Taran has died, not that the abbey knew him that well but I felt it important to add this, he was buried in his old village where he died and Brother Leon was away a couple weeks, along with his mate Dorarose, to visit the village he grew up in and to attend a wake for Taran. Taran was Brother Leon’s father, if I have not mentioned that before. Brother Leon is back now, as well as Dorarose, and once more back to his Master Healer duties.''

''An update I forgot to add...The Silent Blades group is no more, their leader Ebony died and some of the group was killed and others left the group as it broke apart and they went elsewhere to not bother this area again. Ebony died a hero; she had perhaps turned from her evil ways to save her daughter from someone in her own group that aimed to kill the child. Thorn lives at the abbey now and is doing very well in her pottery skills and learning about trees and plants and how to take care of the abbey grounds. Thorn has been adopted by Elder Benar and I think she will do very well in the abbey and maybe one day be a Sister in the order, course she has to be a novice first and that may be in a season or two as she has recently I learned turned 5 seasons and is one of the dibbuns I teach.''

''Well this is all for updates for now, that and my paw hurts from all this writing, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixth Entry, November ===

''Friar Lacota has glasses now. The blacksmith Zork made them for him. This is good as he had some vision problems before and now he doesn't. Other news is it looks like my papa, or Brother Zork the Blacksmith of our abbey will be not doing too much the next several days. He injured his shoulder badly in a fall; this only makes me worry more about him even if he seemed fairly fine, I am unsure his emotional side is okay. He has totally finished his wheelchair and even was sitting in it today, but he wasn’t very talkative. He didn’t talk to me at all and so I left him his breakfast and decided to check on him later. I will keep you updated as I have a class to do''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventh Entry, November ===

''Dear friends,''

''A lot has happen and I have been busy fixing old books in the library and looking to see what could be done for a future spring cleaning, and it’s been planned to have one threw-out the abbey and I think it would be a wonderful idea!''

''Some other news, that’s troublesome, is we almost lost our Master Healer Brother Leon due to a poisonous spider bite he received on his paw. The spider was disposed of and the attic where it happen checked, no other spiders thank the seasons. But Brother Leon did almost die and was saved by a healer hare named Angelo. News that should be happy does have some sadness to it as to save his life Brother Leon had to lose his right paw to do so, but I believe he will still be the Master Healer we all know and love and will get through this with the help of family and friends. Other sad news is Angelo has passed on to the dark forest, we are unsure why and suspect his health was not too good in his old age. Angelo has been buries in the graveyard on our abbey grounds off the Open ground area.''

''Brother Leon is doing a little better, other news is a major snow storm hit Mossflower. I do hope no one was out in the snow and icy mess. Looks like this winter will indeed be a cold one that’s for sure well I am off to go sit by the fireplace it the great hall''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighth Entry, December ===

''Hello,''

''A quick update on the news of Redwall Abbey for you all. The winter season is still in its early days and we have had the blizzard and another smaller storm so far so a good deal of snow. Paths have been cleared to a couple areas of the abbey that’s of importance like the champion’s cottage and the cottage where Our Master Haler Brother Leon and his mate Dorarose live with their two dibbuns.''

''That reminds me Our Master Healer Brother Leon has almost fully recovered from his time after the bad spider bite. He has lost his right paw, but at least he did not lose his life. He will need to get use to only having one paw and he seems to be doing slowly and he is still our Master Healer and wil be for many, many seasons I do hope.''

''We have a new sea otter with us and he has decided to stay, his name is Artie and he can play a lute as well as a flute and he sings, music is always welcomed in the abbey. We also had the chieftain of Ferravale, Scioto and his friend Astra stay with us for a few days but he is now heading back to Ferravale which I guess is good as he is the chieftain of the village Ferravale after all.''

''Not much else to say for now and I am late for breakfast, till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Ninth Entry, Undated; Possibly February or March ===

''Hello!''

''We had the Winter Feast not too long ago and the season was named Winter of the Thundersnow,* it was a good name I think. We all had fun and look forwards to the Spring feast soon. At the Spring feast Rayen and Flicktail are to wed so that should be a great event as well and another bit of good news we have had no trouble around from anything or even vermin, its been a quiet winter and fall was some what quiet towards the end. I have still been busy with the library and maybe that's why it took me so long to write any updates.''

''One update is I have an uncle! His name is Zee and he is really old but seems to get around just fine. Uncle Zee some reason wants to live in Ferravale but that's fine as we do have a peace treaty with Ferravale and he seems very able to take care of any problems he may run into. I wish my Papa, Brother Zork, could get around well as he is in a wheelchair now. Sometimes I worry about my papa and have been told to try not to worry too much. Well I best get back to the library as there is still much to do and I want done before the spring feast here in about 3-4 weeks.''

Sister Zinna, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''A note has been added:''' *Name possibly misrecorded; the previous winter was named Winter of Thundersnow and no other record besides Sister Zinnia's entry supports the second use of the name.

=== Sister Zinnia's Tenth Entry, Undated; Presumably early April ===

''Hello, it’s been 3 weeks and a lot has happen. Yesterday was the Spring Feast and was named the Spring of New Beginnings and I would agree as Rayen and Flicktail got married and the wedding went very well. So Flicktail and Rayen are starting a new life together. Also Streamheart, Lee’s mate, may be having her dibbun born on the next day or so, a new life in the abbey. Also we have a new novice, Caleb, who is Leon’s son, is now a novice and studying to become a cook!''

''Some other things around the area is Marek is back, but he seems to have changed and maybe is trying to be good. Marek lives in Ferravale for now and even helped me and Scioto as well as himself when a beast tried to poison us. The beast was after Marek and Scioto more than me, guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But things turned out okay and I am fine as well as Marek and Scioto.''

''Other news is the roads and woods seem to be free of trouble the past few weeks and that’s always a welcome sign, and life is good at Redwall.''

''Well Papa or as the abbey called him Brother Zork, has fully retired from being the blacksmith and has passed it on to the otter maid Silverstorm, but he will check on her every so often. Zork is also in a wheelchair almost all the time now but he still seems like his jolly self regardless. I do worry about him sometimes as he does have trouble getting in and out of the wheelchair when he is not in it, which is rarely he is not in it. When he goes a short distance or meditates or when he sleeps he is not in his wheelchair.''

''Well it’s late and I should get to bed…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Redwall_Abbey_Recorder_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #11-17, Spring of New Beginnings to Summer of Friends and Renewal]]''' ==
Written from roughly April, Spring of New Beginnings, the twenty-fourth season since the late Father Lorimis' appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to July, Summer of Friends and Renewal, the first season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, following Abbot Lorimis' passing in the spring.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eleventh Entry, Mid April ===
''Greetings,''

''It is with a sad and heavy heart I mention the death Of Abbot Lorimis. He died around the lunch hour and all the abbey is saddened over the loss of Abbot Lorimis. This just a week after the Spring Feast. Abbot Lorimis led a good full and very long life, he was old and this may have helped led to his death, also a cough he had that never cleared up. Brother Leon and Angela did all they could to help prevent his death and I know they are depressed over this as well.''

''I am saddened as well, a couple days before I showed Abbot Lorimis the newly redone library. This made him so happy and joyful, he loved it and even more so the glass case to better protect the charter of the abbey order. I was worried about him then as he did pass out for a few minutes but he seems ok a little later and we even had a small chat, which was nice. The abbot also got to have tea with my Uncle Oz or better known to the dibbuns as Papa Oz. Maybe the abbot knew his time was close and wanted us to remember the good times with him and these are the memories we should hold close to us dear friends. Abbot Lorimis would not want us to be sad and depressed and feel weak. He would want us to be strong and to love life and love one another and help one another through hard times. Be there for others through the good and even the bad times. Alone we are weak and can easily fall, but together we are strong and we don’t fall. Abbot Lorimis would want us to not dwell on his death, but dwell on how he lived his life.''

''Soon the next abbot will step up, but first there is the funeral for Abbot Lorimis. I will be taking a walk, walk help me relax and I can personally deliver the notice of Abbot Lorimis death to Ferravale. Ferravale has always been a friend to us and we have a peace treaty with them, it is important that they too know of Lorimis passing.''

''I close with these words love one another, be there for one another, keep loved ones close and never forget those who have passed on.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twelfth Entry, Late April ===

''Well, a week has passed since Abbot Lorimis death and now we have a new abbot. Elder Benar is now Abbot Benar, a wise choice indeed. The funeral of Abbot Lorimis went well.''

''That is all for today.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirteenth Entry, Undated; presumably June ===
''Dear friends,''

''A lot has gone on in the past couple months’ time. Abbot Benar is has started whats called a processional to visit important historical locations that are important in the history of Redwall Abbey. It is a traditional journey made by the new Abbot of Redwall Abbey to mark the importance of Redwall's History. So far it has been interesting. Those left in charge of the abbey are Angela, for infirm duties mainly, also Brother Elmef, My Uncle Oz and my Papa Elder Zork..yeah he is an Elder now. But all will help one another I am sure and the trip is only a couple weeks and will end with a great Summer Feast at the edge of the quarry. I have never visited the quarry but I will make an effort to record about each place we stop as help get some history down.''

''First stop is St. Ninians: An old , old and now run down church. Once it was a place of goodness, a sanctuary against the wild woodlands. Its bell rang out over the land. It was a home of a peaceful family and they tended the sick, they prayed to those above and beyond and they offered a place to rest for those who had departed. They were friends of Redwall, Friends of the Badgers of Brock Hall and it was a peaceful place that stood for goodness, kindness and integrity. But in the end it fell, Cluny the Scourge befouled the sanctity of this Hall. In his season long siege of Redwall Abbey he despoiled what was good about this place. Seasons later Slagar the Cruel used it as a base for slavery and later an evil brood of ravens took shelter here and caused the death of an innocent of Redwall. And though this place is now no more, a ruin forgotten, tumbled, burnt it is not forgotten by Redwall. It is a lesson and a memory we cannot and should not forget what happened here, that good was turned to evil. It could happen even to our beloved Redwall if we are not true to ourselves, support one another and work together to keep the ideals of our Abbey alive.''

''Wise words I think as Abbot Benar explained the history of the church and we all sat down to tell stories to, as Abbot Benar said,'' “Tonight we stay here, to honor the memory of those who came before us and to remember. We all have tales to share, tonight there is no Abbot, no Brothers or Sisters we are all just friends. Gathered here to recall, to tell stories and to know one another so that we may all remember together our pasts."

''We learned more of one another and I think grew closer to one another at the same time. The 2nd night we told stories of others in our life, and I spoke of my Papa, Elder Zork and a couple others shares stories as well. I bet Papa would of liked seeing the church maybe, I do not know, but I am sure I will have much to tell him and Uncle Oz when I get back…..Next stop is Brock Hall, I think it was home to a badger family once, I hope to also learn much there. Till then my friends.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fourteenth Entry, Early July ===

''Dear friends,''

''I have once more sat down to write down of what me and others on this historical processional with Abbot Benar. The weather has been very good so far and there was only one day of some rain and it didn’t last very long at all. Many have told their stories while we were at the church and more stores were told once we arrived at Brock Hall. But more on Brock Hall later my friends first I need to recount some of the stories told at St. Ninians. I have gotten permission to include this tales.''

''Our own Abbot Benar Said:''

“A very emotional day for me. I'd been many things in my life. I'd been a Slave, I'd seen Sampetra, an Orphan then an adopted child living with my mother in the woods. Then I had been a soldier in Southsward, the realm of the Squirrel King and then... here I was, in Redwall Abbey about to embrace a life of peace. I had never been so scared, I was going to turn my back on all I knew and embrace something new. I broke my bow, I stowed my sword where it could never be used again and I became a Novice of Redwall Abbey. If it hadn't been Sister Sunflower I would never have been able to take such a step. It was not easy to do, but I did my best to move forward and embrace my new life. In doing so I have never been happier or in a place to be able to help so many people at once."

''- And now he is Abbot and I find that very wonderful, he has indeed been through a lot in his life but he never let in keep him down, he never gave up and he let friends, the most important thing in the world, help him become the beast he is today.''

''Next is Head Guard Lee, as he said:''

“I ain't been at Redwall but a few seasons now. Before that I were 'omeless in the South. Not very pleasant life, ta be honest. I 'eard about Redwall from a passin' merchant, though, an' he had all kinds of good things ta say about it, so I decided ta come see for myself. Took me awhile ta get 'ere... Over 'alf a season. At times, I thought I'd never make it. But then I did. An' it were amazin', just like the merchant 'ad said. I came 'ere, seekin' a home, an' I was welcomed in willin'ly, an' I got that 'ome. Not long after, I got a job, too, defendin' the Abbey, an' I found a brother, an' a father." ''He pauses, nuzzling Konrad who's asleep in his arms.'' "But the most important was me family. Streamheart, Konrad, and Rosepaw... I wouldn't trade 'em for the world..."

''- I find this also good and he is a great head guard and good protector of friends. And Abbot Benar even echoed my thoughts that night as he said Family is one of the most important things we can ever find. And I agree as if it wasn’t for my Papa, Uncle Oz and even Uncle Zee I would be so lost in the world.''

''Many other stories were told, all ending with the truth of family and friends being like pure gold to us all.''

''Now I shall speak of the Great Brock Hall,''

''A very grand old oak tree, it has stood here longer then Redwall has. Over the years badgers have come and gone and it has been inhabited by many beasts over the turning seasons. But even when it has stood empty as it does now Redwall has taken care of it, kept it preserved and cared for.''

''Here, at this 2nd location, we spoke of leaders of the past and now. Dorarose spoke of her grandfather who lived elsewhere from Mossflower and she let me include her tale in our records and this is her story from her own words,''

“My grandfather, David Mightyone, had the Bloodwrath, great and terrible. He wielded this battleaxe, Nightsong, which was forged by his great-grandfather before him. My grandfather was wild and unpredictable when he was young, full of uncontrollable rage. He met my grandmother, Nancy. She was also a Warrior, but she was calmer than him. To try and win her love, he started working on self-control. Then the War came. Our enemies, the Perusians, were attacking us. Attacking Tuscani, and our great city of Roma. They outnumbered us, a thousand to our 300. We fought bravely, but they pushed us back, until we were right against the city's walls. My grandfather was leading our troops, struggling to not give in to his Berserker's rage. Our troops thought for sure they were going to lose, and die upon their city's doorstep. But help arrived, just in time! Our allies from the North came in, after 3 days of desperate, non-stop battle, and they came in and attacked from the back. Cheering, my grandfather led the troops of Roma in a last charge, letting the Bloodwrath take him over. Not a single Perusian was left alive that day. my grandfather was wounded terribly, and after the heat of battle left him, he slipped into a Deep faint." she shakes her head. "So many beasts were injured...or died. It was horrible. It took scores of seasons for the various wounds to heal....including the ones you cannot see. My grandfather, along with all the other wounded, were taking into Roma's large Infirmaries and treated. My grandmothers, Nancy and Angela, nursed him back to health together, for they were the best of friends. I am sorry to say that the few Perusians who were left were sold as slaves, for Tuscani has slavery as it's most heinous crime. Slowly my grandfather healed, and one day he asked Nancy to marry him. She agreed, and when he was fully healed, they had a quiet wedding at his father's house....which was passed down to my father, Farrer Strongpaw, which by rights belongs to my oldest brother, who lives somewhere in Tuscani still. My grandfather, because of his many wounds, was no longer a military leader, but he did lead troops in the skirmishes that always happen along roads. He and his wife died before I was born, but they left a legacy that I hope I am able to honor.”

''- And honored it shall be in the abbey records.''

''Abbot Benar told the story of one of the first Abbess of Redwall, during the days before Redwall, when Mossflower was under the cruel enslavement of the Greeneyes Dynasty of Wild Cats. In this Hall lived Bella, the Badger Lady of Brockhall and it was here that Abbess Germaine first dreamt up the idea that would eventually become Redwall. Bella had lived here for a long time, in peace, but when the Greeneyes swept in from the north and conquered Mossflower her husband who was a farmer died resisting his forces. Many good and brave beasts died resisting the wild cats and though the population of Mossflower were not enslaved they were forced to labor hard and give up their crops as taxes. Though many tried to formulate plans for resistance Bella sat here in Brockhall, hidden, safe, and it is here that she made her plans. Drawing those to here who could resist the wildcats. It was here that Bella gathered the brave leaders of the resistance. It is here that Martin the Warrior came when he was rescued from the prison of the Wildcats by Gnoff the Mousethief. It is here that Abbess Germaine of lost Loamhedge came. It is here, during the long summer of resistance that the Abbess first had her thoughts of Redwall. There was a farm close to a riverbank where the Order Mice and Lady Bella took the young ones to be safe during the final rebellion against the cats. Abbess Germaine's original plans for Redwall are stored in the abbot's study back home. Along with Germaine's notebooks, she was the first Abbess and she wrote our charter and decreed our way of life. The Abbess spent the rest of her life building Redwall, the outer walls where first, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. They enclosed all those acres of land in beautiful red stone walls. After that they built the main building, the cloisters and yards. Martin made the Rose Garden be built himself.''

''Brother Leon join us a little later and shared a small story about Abbot Lorimis.''

''Brother Leon:'' ” What about him? He was a very wise leader and always listened to others. I remember I had not been at the abbey very long, and this was when I was just a novice. I remember that day well, when that Stormfeather was around. I don't know why I was on the wall tops that day I...well let’s just say I am rarely up there but that day I was, think cause was talking to Lorimis. Stormfeather already had Oz, and he had sent ravens to try and get Lorimis, I shoved Lorimis out of the way and the raven grabbed me instead. Lorimis wasn’t afraid or least he didn’t show it if he ever was or at any time really when there was danger."

''- Abbot Benar confirmed saying the ravens they dropped burning barrels upon the abbey, they shattered and set fire to so very much. We lost the Kiln that day and all of our crops. It was a bad time but Lorimis rallied us all, he never wavered, he kept the order working side by side whilst providing support and courage to the Champion and Captain Lee to lead the guards.''

''I am glad the Kiln was rebuilt and will have to find out who rebuilt it from Abbot Benar later or maybe another beast can tell me. Some other news is we have a couple new friends, two sea otters named Mint and Aibne, they are brother and sister and may join us as we travel on the rest of this processional. The next stop from here is The village of Ferravale, its run by a cat named Scioto and the abbey and Ferravale has a peace treaty together. I am not sure what we will speak of or learn there but I am eager to find out as my Uncle Zee lives there! Why dos Uncle Zee live there? I am unsure, so maybe I will ask him and maybe he as some great stories and tales to tell us as well. In fact this is making me very excited, so I may see if I can go on ahead of the others to Ferravale. Besides I am a messenger as well and can let Chieftain Scioto know the abbey beasts will be in the village soon. I do hope he was told, I am sure he was and if not I will let him know so he is ready. Also my paw hurts from all this writing, it needs a rest. Well I must go talk to Abbot Benar now and see about heading to Ferravale ahead of the others, I think Rayen will be going with me, she is our Abbey Champion’s Mate and she can be some good company as I was never one to go too far on my own.''

''Till next time,''

Sister Zinnia,Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Fifteenth Entry, July ===

''Well,''

''Ferravale is surely interested. I am still unsure how my Uncle Zee likes this place. But there is a large market of some many different things, so unlike the abbey and so many things I have not seen before. I have been to Ferravale one other time but didn’t take the time to truly look around the village. It’s amazing here! The sights and smells, the many shops in the market place, there was even a small bit of booths in the main square near where the abbey beasts stayed, they stayed at the Inn mainly, and I stayed with my Uncle Zee at his hut.''

''The chieftain seemed in a fairly good mood today and even stayed a short while, while stories were told. Tonight we got to hear how Flicktail became a good beast. I wrote it down in his own words.''

''Flicktail:'' "I started life as a Dibbun slaver. My horde had made an attack on the Fire Mountain, not the brightest thing we ever did. A badger lord with red eyes were after me and me own brother put a shaft thru me foot paw so the Badger would get me and not them. I got very sick from the wound as I tried to get away, and I stumbled into Camp Willow. The Skipper agreed to allow me to live if I helped recover the dibbuns, which I did. I was so sick and cold. When I awoke, an otter pup had seen me and climbed up to keep me warm. I could not BELIEVE it as I was a slaver and here this PUP was helping me. I was going to be a Vermin. I was going to betray the otters, but I discovered something, for the first time in my life, I was warm and me belly was full and I was not afraid. But I was uneducated. And when me mentor, Kroova, came to me and told me foxes cannot live in Camp Willow, so you are going to BECOME an OTTER. Now I know what he meant is I would train as a Shield beast in the otter guard, but I believed I'd be a REAL otter. Even tried swimming under the ice once and that were not very wise of me. But I were terrified of badgers and of RedWall abbey because ALL vermin know martin will drag a vermin beast off to the Black Forest. When a feast came I was required to go to RedWall as an otter and oh I was so terrified of the tapestry and Colonel Zoe Lang, of the long Patrol herself .introduced me to Martin and I told him how sorry I was and that night, a White Mouse came to me. You see I used to be a RED fox. and he told me that to know it was real my fur would be white as my promise to be a good beast and that he would make me is champion to protect the dibbuns and good beasts of Mossflower and sure enough within a fortnight, Abbot Lorimis' mate showed up with this very blade and said she was visited by a white mouse and told to bring the blade to the abbey for a beast with fur like Martin's...."

''Yeah, Lorimis had been married at one time, but I remembered reading in some old logs she has died, forgot what of so maybe I will look that up some time.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Sixteenth Entry, July ===
''Hello friends,''

''Next we stopped at Camp Willow along the River Moss, a very nice place with a very nice library as I spend some hours in there reading. The otters decided to try and out cook some hot root with Lacota. It was fun to watch, but I am unsure who won as I feel asleep.''

''Not too many stories were told, one I liked was one my Uncle Zee told. Oh yes Uncle Zee decided to come along with us for the rest of the trip, I think that’s great! His story was this in his own words.''

''Uncle Zee:'' "I know one of two brothers when they were younger, hee... Now this be seasons ago in the far snowy north, lots of seasons ago when they were 3 seasons and... Yes 8 seasons, but for an 8 season old he acted like a dibbun and probably still does. Anyways they were late getting back to the clan grounds so the older brother gets an idea to use a hollowed out log to...well slide down the steep snowy hill all the way to the bottom. A good..say it was 2 miles long," ''Zee goes on,'' "Anyways, the older brother talks the younger one into getting on the log... hee heee, now I was at the bottom when they came flying down, oh man never seen someone so grumpy as Silverfangs, tee hee...told them, you boys got here safe but that was a foolish thing to do and he grounded them both... it would of been better if they were late." ''He chuckles and grins,'' "And you all know the much older brothers now... the older one is Zork and the younger was is Oz.”

''I rather enjoyed the story. I also learned some history of Camp Willow while in their library. Camp Willow was founded way back before the Abbey was even built. It aided in the fight against Tsarmina, and helped the abbey on countless occasions.''

''We then left to go to the Quarry and the sight of the Summer Feast!''

''I need to go, write again soon,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Seventeenth Entry, July ===

''Dear Friends,''

''The feast was wonderful and great. We had it at the quarry. This is where redstone was gotten for the abbey and also where an evil snake who had Martins sword many many seasons ago stayed, it was slain by Martin’s great sword.''

''The feast was named by my papa, Elder Zork as Abbot Benar asked him to name it and I think he chose well..The Summer of Friends and Renewal.''

''The food was great and so was time with friends and family. Some beasts became novice and Silverstorm was named Sister in the order, also very great news.''

''Well it is bed time my friends so good night till next time,''

Sister Zinnia, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia_Recorder_Entries_And_Logs|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #18-24, Summer of Friends and Renewal to Autumn of Traveling Companions]]''' ==
Written from August, Summer of Friends and Renewal, to October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, the first and second seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Sister Zinnia's Eighteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen. The orchards and crops are doing well and we will have a good harvest come harvest time. Rayen, mate to Champion Flicktail will be having her dibbun soon. I have grown to love the dibbuns as I help teach the 5 and 6 season old ones sometimes in the library, I teach them the charter, more advanced reading and writing and of history of Redwall, Mossflower and just History of places near and far as History is very important and should be keep up to date. I try to keep the Recorder logs up to date in fact.''

''I also been repairing many books in the library and will place them on shelves soon, what joy to place books of the past on the shelves and it’s even good to get new books sometimes. Other happens in the abbey is the forge hasn’t been used much by our new Blacksmith Silverstorm, then it is Summer after all and the forge can make it even hotter, but she has made barrel rings and tools for the harvest in the fall and even some shovels for winter, well I need to go check on my Papa..he wasn’t feeling too well earlier. Sometimes I feel I worry too much about him.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Nineteenth Entry, August ===

''Dear friends,''

''Sorry if not written too much past couple weeks. I have been busy fixing books and placing them on the shelf. I am almost done repairing books from the book binding room! Well..least till beasts find more. I have also been spending more time with Papa, who seems to be feeling better and I am glad, Papa has even been hanging out with some of the dibbuns, for some odd reason members of the DAB OR Dibbuns Against Bedtime, I hope they and he knows to be careful as Papa can’t do too much or least he shouldn’t.''

''Well I am going to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twentieth Entry, August ===

''Abbey Beasts...Friends,''

''My worst nightmare has happen today. The day started out fine and in fact was the best day ever helping in the orchards, laughing and even accidentally making a not so ripe apple go all over Brother Rick’s head and I even tried to meditate with Papa…well I am not good at meditation.''

''But right before lunch my world fell into chaos, my heart seemed to stop as I saw my father collapse beside his wheelchair and I rushed over, he seemed unconscious and did not responded to my pleads and my screams. Brother Leon and soon after Angela confirmed my worst nightmare come true, My father…My Papa... better known as Elder Zork, former Blacksmith and Warrior…was dead, he was gone, he was dead and in the dark forest. I fear I cannot handle this as it’s a bad dream I wish to wake from and I know I can’t. My joy… my happiness left today, it died with my father and I fear it will never come back again!''

''I do not know when I will write again.''

'''A clear break in the writing, though I believe the following was written the same day as the incomplete entry above:'''

''I will still keep recorder logs up to date. The day is sunny I see if through the window, but to me the day is nothing but hazy fog and a storm of rainy tears. A couple beasts have knocked on the book binding room I have locked myself in, I think even Abbot Benar... I don’t care, I don’t want to come out! I don’t want to see any beast, I just want left alone for now. I don’t want to see my father’s chair or his peaceful form..I know it looks like he is sleeping, yeah a forever sleep he will never wake from! His laughter and smile will never be heard or seen again, his voice, his off key singing, his jokes, his..just being his odd self... it’s gone, it’s gone forever…''

''I have taken time to slip out and lay this down on a table, this is all I have in me to write today, I will now go lock myself back in the book binding room, please leave me alone I will come out when I WANT TO. My father’s funeral is soon, I will go but I will be lost, I feel so very lost without him… Why did he die, I keep asking why over and over and over again…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-First Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''It’s been 5 weeks since Elder Zork, blacksmith and former warrior and also my father, died. Yes 5 weeks since I have written anything down in the records. Not much has happen expect harvest and that went well. In fact this season harvest was above what it usually is and the best in many many seasons in fact from crops to the orchards, there is even many fish in the pond I have been told by a couple otters. I have helped keep a record of all that was gathered and put away. I have spoken to Krystal our Bee Keeper and we have a good deal of honey and bee’s wax, even some we can share if needed with others, all place in storage. This winter should be a good one, in the way of plenty of food and drink. The fall feast is in a short 3 weeks from now, I am still thinking of not going even if it is important, or maybe I will go but I won’t be there to enjoy it, I will be there just to be there and maybe have a small amount to eat, I don’t eat as well as I use to, I do eat enough though.''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Second Entry, September ===

''Dear Friends,''

''By the south wall today there was strange things happening. Some sort of odd shaped beasts, no one has a clue what sort, tunneled under the abbey and has kidnapped 8 beasts and also Abbot Benar. Head Guard Lee, Dorarose, Anomen and about 2 others have gone after the vermin. Its possible the underground area is home to the old place know as Kotir, a very very old place that’s said to be a good size and a little part of it is under our south wall and near the pond, the rest is most likely under the woods.''

''Kotir was an aging fortress, that has been abandoned and once was home to Verdauga Greeneyes. It was made from the red sandstone from the. After Verdauga's death, his daughter Tsarmina became the ruler of the fortress. Kotir was built upon a large lake that served as the prison for something called Gloomer. Woodlanders realized this, they attempted to re-route a nearby river to flood the fortress with the help of the ship Wuddship, to block the river at the time and later the abbey it’s self was build over the place and the area, or least part of the place . The flooded area is now our pond.''

''It's hard to say what is all down there or the history of Kotir, it may be in very old abbey records but I do have a lot of time to spend up here and may look for old records that mention Kotir.''

''But enough on Kotir, I just hope they rescue Abbot Benar and the others who were kidnapped, I will keep updates on this…''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Third Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The group of Lee, Chud, Dorarose, Anomen, Zarok, and John have found and rescued Abbot Benar as well as others who were also captive. About 4 dibbuns and an abbey Brother and Sister. I am glad they are safe now and the tunnels have been caved in and filled in best they could and guards posted nearby. For now all seems safe and I hope it stays that way.''

''Sadly Anomen was wounded with an arrow in his back, Master Healer Brother Leon did what he could to save his life, but sadly Anomen passed to the dark forest a couple days ago. I was told if it wasn’t for him it’s likely more lives would have been lost and that he helped distract some of these, as they are called Under Martens, as the others made their way back to the surface. Anomen is a hero in my record, and he has been buried in the abbey’s graveyard. It was a small service, maybe more can be said at the feast.''

''Yes, the feast is in a week and normally I would be excited, but I am not. I feel no happiness, I feel not much of anything these days. The day after the feast me, Brother Leon, and Dorarose will start our trip to Salamandastron, a 3 week trip that I hope goes well. We shall be there till spring and then head back to the abbey.''

''Another bit of good news is Rayen, mate to our Champion Flicktail, had her dibbun. A baby girl she named Juliana. At first we thought we would lose Rayen as she got childbed fever and was near death, but she has awoken and the fever gone and Brother Leon said she will recover and may even be at the feast, again this is good news as we need a bit of good news.''

''This is all for now as I am tried.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fourth Entry, October ===

''Dear friends,''

''The Autumn of Traveling Companions, that’s the season name. I think it fits as me, Dorarose, and Brother Leon have started out journey to the badger Mt. itself, we left this very morning, this is the day after the feast.''

''The feast also offered news.''

''Friar Lacota and our Bee Keeper Krystal are now engaged to be married, Also Rayen showed us all her 2 week old baby girl, Juliana.''

''I do not have much to write and till spring I have left Brother Boaz in charge as temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== [[Recorder_Logs_Of_Temperary_Recorder_Brother_Boaz|'''Brother Boaz's Records as Temporary Abbey Recorder, Entries #1-5, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends''']] ==
Brother Boaz was chosen by Sister Zinnia to act as temporary Abbey Recorder in her absence while she travelled to Salamandastron. Written from late October, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Brother Boaz's First Entry as Temporary Abbey Recorder, late October ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Well this is my first log entry and temporary recorder to the abbey. Yes this is Brother Boaz and I will be your recorder till spring. Unless something bad happens to Sister Zinnia, which I hope it does not I truly do, but I do worry as she has been mainly silent the past few weeks and who knows if she is still silent on the trip they are now a week into. I heard it’s a 2 and a half to 3 week trip to this mountain they are to go to, I would most likely fall over in half a week as I dislike travel. One gets thorns in their fur, one gets blisters on the foot paws and it’s either too hot or too cold and did I forget, dearly me I did, possible vermin hiding in the shadows waiting to rob you of everything. Anyways back to my writing and what to write on, hmmm... well Rayen and her little one are doing very well. There is also an eagle in the infirm, I do hope it doesn’t try to eat any abbey beasts as that would make a horrible day.''

''Also the feast was a week ago, a lot of food but I didn’t eat too much of it. A simple salad and some veggie soup and water was okay with me, maybe some green tea, most know I dislike sweets, anything spicy or sour and like simple tastes, I do like feasts don’t get me wrong, they are ok at times, or least the first couple hours then one should excuse themselves and leave or least I do.''

''What else, well feelings on being temporary recorder is I was surprised, but also I trust I will do a good job as writing is important as is recording events and such things. I think Sister Zinnia choose well.''

''Anyways I grow tried and am done with entry 1, maybe an entry once a week or every couple weeks is wise? Well, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

'''A recent note has been made at the bottom of the page:''' What is it with these old recorders always falling asleep on the job?

=== Brother Boaz's Second Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''It is me Brother Boaz and yes I do not write as often as Sister Zinnia did or at least I do not think so. I write when I feel it's important such as news today Sister Silverstorm gave me. The ambassadors have made it safely to the great fire Mountain and I am sure all will be glad of this. An Eagle named Thunderwing delivered the news, so nice of him. Well that is written down and now I must reshelve some books at the library.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Third Entry, November ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again to mention more trouble of those under marten beasts. They tried to get in thought a well and the well had to be moved cause of it and the old one caved in. I do hope these martens soon go away. I am looking for old records of days when Kotir was mentioned in the logs. That will take some time as it was during the days of Martin the Warrior and also Rose eyes, who was a Badger Lord that was blinded and became Abbey Mother Badger. The only other Badger Mother we have had that was...well is blind is Oz and guess he is more a Father Badger , but most call him Papa Oz.''

''I have learned some records may be in Brock hall as a very old group called the Council of Resistance in Mossflower... or CORIM used it as headquarters when Kotir was still around and they helped to flood the place and later destroy it. Woodlanders build the abbey over it later, or least a part of the abbey is over it. Me, Zee and Benar will soon go to Brock Hall and see if there is anything there, maybe Martin will show us somehow. I do wish Sister Zinnia was here to help me find info, but alas she is away till spring and she did entrust me to this task of Recorder so hopefully I shall make her proud of me, for now I need sleep as I was up late cleaning ink off my bed, that annoying DAB spilled half a bottle of Ink on the bed, my blue blanket will forever have a large black ink stain on it. Anyways good eve…''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, Undated; presumably December ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''I write again and I am sorry I don’t write as often as Sister Zinnia does. An update I have is our Champion Flicktail has got on a mission from Martin and also has taken the squirrel Magramba with him. Only Martin knows where the two have gone as this is a mission just for the two of them to complete and return from.''

''Other events is I have copied an important map and have placed in somewhere safe from wandering eyes. A map Flicktail and Magramba have a copy of and its for their eyes only.''

''Cleaning has happen in the great hall, the tapestry dusted and stain glass windows cleaned as we ready for the Winter Feast and the wedding of our Friar Lacota and our Beekeeper Krystal.''

''That is all for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

=== Brother Boaz's Fourth Entry, late January ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''The winter feast was good. Our Friar Lakota and Bee Keeper Krystal are married now. The winter season has been named Winter of Absent Friends. Other news is Cynthia the young mouse maid has been adopted by Friar Lakota and his new wife Krystal.''

''Signed,''

''Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz''

=== Brother Boaz's Last Entry, March ===

''Dear Abbey Friends,''

''Now that Sister Zinnia is back I pass Recorder of Redwall Abbey back to her paws. I did enjoy being temporary recorder but it was a lot of work and now Sister Zinnia can have it back as she seems more suited to it long term than I do. I have been offered to helps and I may depending on my mood.''

''Welcome Back Sister Zinnia, Brother Leon, and Dorarose.''

''Signed,''

Temporary Recorder of Redwall Abbey Brother Boaz

== '''[[~Journal_of_Sister_Zinnia_While_She_Is_On_Ambassator_Trip~|Sister Zinnia's Travel Log, Autumn of Travelling Companions to Winter of Absent Friends]]''' ==
Added to the Abbey Record is Sister Zinnia's journal during her she travels to the Fire Mountain of Salamandastron. Written from November, Autumn of Travelling Companions, to March, Winter of Absent Friends, the second and third seasons following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry One, November ===
''Dear friends,''

''This is the first I have written since the Fall Feast, and the trip to Salamandastron has been a long near 3 weeks of travel. Travelling through forest and flat lands, and along sandy beaches. We are here till Spring and Brother Boaz has taken over till then as Recorder. I do hope he is doing well.''

''I know this will not be read till after my return trip to the abbey but I am still going to write of my time here at Salamandastron. Yes me, Dorarose and Brother Leon have made it to Salamandastron and are safe. I can’t say the trip here was safe, but it could have very well been worse. We had some trouble with ravens and crows near a patch of pine trees, we had some cuts and bruises but escaped alive. It seems hot root is good for driving those kinds of birds away. I am unsure Papa would of like me using the Hot root he kept in his robes, I am unsure why I kept it since the day he died, I guess to have something of his always. But I no longer have the hot root or even its pouch now. The only thing I have left of Papa is some flint and stone he had, as I keep the will he wrote at the abbey. I have no clue where his blade is as last I talked to anyone it was missing. Uncle Zee had mentioned getting it back and finding it, I never found out of he did as he was away and not there when Papa died, and he didn’t show back up for a good 3-4 weeks after Papa’s funeral and I was upset at him, he had wanted to talk and all I did was say no and slammed a door in his face. Then I did avoid beasts, even my Uncle Oz, I avoided our champion as well and even my friends who travelled with me on this trip, Brother Leon and Dorarose.''

''The last couple days here I have spoken with Dorarose and found we are still friends and I am glad as I was worried and even thought she hated me for a while, which she did not hate me. I have also talked with Lord Ciocan, whom is the new Badger Lord here at Salamandastron. He is very nice and I even spoke about papa with him during our talk. Lord Ciocan is very nice; he is also very very tall, in fact over 8 foot high and most likely the tallest Badger Lord Salamandastron have ever had. He has a large hammer, and I do know the name Ciocan does mean hammer and I found that interesting to know.''

''As for any other trouble on the way to the mountain, there was some trouble with a wildcat and ferret, but it was quickly taken care of and both are no longer a threat to anyone. So not as much trouble on the way here and we avoided the area where the toads live. I do not think I would want to see toads, I remember them from before when we seeked aid from Salamandastron during a takeover from Marek. Oddly enough since then Marek seems to have changed his ways or at least he is not as evil as he use to be and he stays in Ferravale as Tavern Owner and has a mole, I think he adopted as his son, who is usually with him and is Recorder of Ferravale and Marek is also an Assistant Recorder. But less on this and more on Salamandastron.''

''I do not have much else to say, some other bit of news could share is it seems my Uncle Zee has showed up, maybe I should talk to him but I do not know. I also want to talk to Brother Leon, to make sure our friendship is still there and to make up for being silent for so, so long. I am not sure whom is more important to talk to first. Well I do need to talk to both and maybe will depend on whom I see first maybe.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Two, Presumably December ===

''Friends,''

''A lot has happen since last wrote. I have slowly gotten to feeling better since the passing of my father Zork Winters. I have also made sure my friendship with Brother Leon and Dorarose is still there and still strong, it is and for this I am glad as nothing is more important than friends. I have been helping in the library of Salamandastron while I have been here.''

''I recently got a chance to see the village of Halyard. The village is large and is recovering from the effects of a hurricane a few seasons ago. Some homes and buildings are still being repair and rebuilt. They have a market place but it’s a lot different from Ferravale. This village is by the sea so they get a lot more different things in and all kinds of sea food. I have started to like clams and shrimp, too bad clams are not at the abbey, nor is lobster and shrimp is rare to see as well. Oh well, this is a different place and all places are different and have their own special things. I stayed the night as a storm came and I felt it not safe to walk back to the mountain in it. There was some ice in the wind and a cold rain, sand also blew around a lot, it lasted a half hour but I still stayed the night and left in the morning to get back to the mountain.''

''Now I will tell you of what happen on the way back, there was a small boat and sea gulls were trying to get at something or someone. A closer look I saw something horrible, a badger maid maybe in her middle season, dead on the beach but the sea gulls were not after her. I felt the urge to run away but a voice I could of sworn was Martin told me,'' “To look closer and I would see, a life in danger a life not to lose.”

''So I gathered up courage and looked and that’s when I heard and then saw a badger cub, a dibbun I later found to be a couple seasons old. Those sea gulls would have killed him. Now I am not brave, far from it in fact, but I rushed over with some lose board I found and hit the sea gulls, I knocked one out and gathered the dibbun into my arms and ran. I was lucky a hare archer was there to also help. I was still injured by sea gulls talons on my shoulder, but I saved the dibbun and I am alive and so is he. His name is Xander I learned and that badger maid was his mother. He lost his mother and his father before this…he is alone. To be alone at this age is so horrible. I feel so drawn to Xander… he needs me. I am unsure what to do, maybe I can talk to Lord Ciocan about it, though he is fairly busy with being leader of the LP and secretly I think sometimes the hares brother him too much, he is learning to be a leader and is new at it, but at least some of the higher up hares are helping him now and of this I am glad…..anyways back to the dibbun Xander. I am thinking of adopting him, or is that wise... would he like the abbey? Does he like me, he does trust me. So many questions as I look over at his sleeping form, A bed was found for him but he still ended up sleeping beside me. I need to end this entry as Xander is awake and crying, he has had a nightmare I think…''

''Till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Zinnia's Travel Log Entry Three, Presumably January ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Not much has happen since I last wrote. I have adopted the young badger Xander and he is in the Dibbun School here at the mountain and seems to be excited to learn and always on time, he is a good listener and maybe even a better listener than some of the dibbun hares here. Me and him have grown closer but I have yet to learn of his past and may ask him soon. He still has a fear of strangers, but seems to be starting to trust the hares here now. I have also been starting to feel a little homesick for Redwall, but it doesn’t mean I am in a hurry to leave and it is still winter time after all. A few more weeks and it shall be spring time again and me, as well as Dorarose and Brother Leon, will head slowly back to the abbey. An almost 3 week trip I hope has no major trouble along the way. I do know to avoid the swamplands and plan to, one idea is walking along the beach to the river moss and taking the river route back as that would get us just north of Ferravale, and then from there it’s south to the abbey.''

''I think I will miss beasts here at the mountain when I do go, I also should go to the village and try to have a better, more relaxing, time there. I am unsure when I will go, most likely sometime before I head back to Redwall. For now I think I will head to bed.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Sister_Zinnia-Recorder_Logs_Of_Redwall_Abbey|Sister Zinnia's Records, Entries #25-32, Winter of Absent Friends to Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
Written from March, Winter of Absent Friends, the third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, to May, Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Fifth Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It feels good to be back home at Redwall Abbey. I have missed it so, and I have missed my friends, the brothers and sisters and all the abbey beasts. I know I have been quiet and few know I am back. I am sorry for being so quiet and so quiet before I left that day after the Fall feast. I was still deeply depressed over the death of my father Elder Zork, I was lost in a way and unreachable to my friends and even family I still had left. The journey home was quicker than the trip to Salamandastron as we went along the coast and the river Moss by boat. Our operator was a hedgehog named Stonepaw and he has even agreed to stay in the area for a few weeks. Other news is while I was away I adopted a badger cub of about 3 seasons, he will soon seasons in fact. The badger cub’s name is Xander, and even though he is shy and likes to climb…a little too much..he is still a joy to be around. He is my son now and that makes him a resident of the abbey and I hope you all help him feel welcomed. I wrote some while I was away but a good deal of it is personal and I will keep that in my own personal journal. But I can share some of what happen while in , Salamandastron and it’s a fair amount. I meet a seal named Kenwei and she was nice, seals usually travel in groups but she got lost from her’s and I hope she finds it again. I also got to see Halyard Village, A village about 2 hours from Salamandastron. It’s a sea port so it has boats coming and going and in fact where we got our boat to help us get us back home. I made friends with some of the hares and even the badger lord. They have a new badger lord, Lord Ciocan and he is a very good leader, he is a little younger than most but I think he will do just fine.''

''Also back are Master healer Brother Leon and he seems happy to be back as well and has even went back to infirm work. Dorarose, his mate, is also back and been made Gatekeeper of the abbey. I am back to being recorder, though I have let Boaz know he can still help if he wishes, but it seems he rather not always be working on things, seems he likes to be a bit of a hermit it seems, but luckily not too much of one. I have learned of things I missed and am sad I missed a wedding of our Friar Lacota and Bee Keeper Krystal, but congrats from me now even though it’s a bit late.''

''Spring is very soon and we are getting ready for planting season and just this morning my son Xander saw green buds on a tree in the orchards, the ice is melting on the pond and it’s starting to slowly get warmer. The snows will all be gone very soon and days will slowly get longer. I must go check on some things, till then…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Sixth Entry, Undated; Presumably March ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Flicktail is back from where ever he and Magramba had gone to. There is some big news now as well. Flicktail is no longer Abbey Champion as Martin has chosen another and that’s the squirrel Magramba. He will now be known as Champion Magramba and I believe Martin has chosen well.''

''I do not know the details of the trip, that is between Magramba, Aren, Flicktail and Martin the Warrior himself. I do know they may have what is needed to hopefully have the Under Martens to leave the area beneath the abbey. I had almost forgotten about those martens as they have been quiet over the winter I found out from speaking with a few beasts. Hopefully them being quiet is not a bad sign but I guess we will find out soon enough.''

''I have gotten use to being back in the abbey and found out I still have many friends and beasts who care about me. They understood my great grieve when my father Zork died. They also seem glad I am feeling better and have recovered while I was away. I am glad as well and my adopted son Xander seems to be getting along with most beasts fairly well.''

''Well that’s my quick update I hear the lunch bell so I must head off till next time.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Seventh Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Good news the Under Martens are finally gone for good. I am very glad of this as it was worrisome for a while but they have left and the abbey is once more safe thanks to the new Champion Magramba with help from his friend Aden and the former Champion Flicktail.''

''Champion Magramba has moved into the Champion’s cottage and all seems to be getting back to normal as planning season is well underway now. Spring is here now and the weather is warm. Brother Leon, Cynthia and Caleb even found some wild strawberries and Mint in the woods. Some healing herbs were gathered and some of the low supplies in the abbey’s infirmary was taken care of. Some healing herbs were also gotten at the market and some in Ferravale, the Master Healer Brother Leon even decided to help the Infirmary of Ferravale with some supplies.''

''I do hate to add sad news but it seems the Master Healer at Ferravale has died, I do not know the details but I will try and find out and write it down later. I do hope they find a new and skilled Master Healer for Ferravale soon, but at least the infirms of both Redwall Abbey and Ferravale are fairly well stocked now and the new healing herbs planted at both locations healing herbs garden and those should be ready for the harvest time of the seasons.''

''Other news is my son Xander is starting to be less shy and this is a good thing. I think Uncle Zee has been trying training to train him, I shall have a word with Uncle Zee soon. He has had some sort of lessons in the clearing near the abbey, I am not sure how safe the woods are even though I dearly and deeply trust uncle Zee with Xander’s life. I am just not so sure of lessons at the age of 4 seasons, perhaps I will tag along for a lesson next time, weather Uncle Zee cares not.''

''Also Brother Boaz has decided he wants to explore lands and maybe adventure some, He will keep in touch with letters I hope. He left anything he seen as important, like a map he copied while I was away, a map not needed at this time but could be useful another time so I have placed it in a separate area from the other maps, I know where it is and that's what is important so unless your Abbot Benar no asking where it is. Though if your reading this seasons from now I still advise only he abbot know its location, in fact I will let him know when I get done writing.''

''Oh yes I almost forgot Flicktail wanted me to add he gave the title of Champion's Shield to Aden, I am unsure if it will become an official title or not but I did write in down in the Abbey Records and here it will stay and not be removed by anyone, even me.''

''I hear the dinner bell, till next time…''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Eighth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''This Spring Feast was very good as we welcomed back friends and welcomed the new Champion Magramba. This is The Spring of New Beginnings. It appears Lilymoore is back to being Bell Ringer and the mousemaid Cynthia is doing better as well. This year’s feast had some more music and fun times. The food of course was wonderful as it always is.''

''My Uncle Zee may have decided to live at the abbey, I not sure yet on his decision and will last and update on that. I know it’s a short update but not much else is happening as crops have been planted for fall, spring cleaning has been down and life is great at the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Twenty-Ninth Entry, April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''Spring is usually a time for new life and happiness. It’s been only a couple days after the feast when two otters come with horrible, horrible news. Camp Willow destroyed... gone. Hundreds of otters killed including old and dibbuns, fighter and non-fighter beasts also killed. A massacre another otter said. A couple days after this 30 otters total were survives out of a camp of hundreds. They said the Skipper was killed, their Skipper was Hallow. A camp once happy and calm, feeling safe suddenly burned to the ground, fear, chaos and much, much too much blood spilled. The horde beasts were called demons and monsters. Someone said they came from the northern seas and came in some strange long boat. Beasts are afraid these demon things will come to the abbey, to tell the truth I am afraid as well but choice to not show it. But otters are injured, tried, scared and hungry when they came to our gates. They were brought inside and given food, water and a place to rest. Brother Leon did his best to tend to the injured, maybe a little too much as two days of no rest is not good and he passed out in front of Champion Magramba and Abbot Benar, I heard he has been forced to take 2 days off. There is Angela and the novice healers, and I am sure they will do a good job and I think one of the otters that are not as bad hurt is a healer, that’s good as well. Also food rations have started to further help, no snacks of any sort, ALL will have meals when the correct time is given…3 meals, breakfast, lunch, dinner at specific times of the day. I am sure we will get through this with Martins help. The bell ringer Lilymoore is learning tones of bells in danger comes.''

''Other news I am writing down is a cat named Zurrgg is also trying to cause trouble, this wildcat hurt Uncle Zee and tried to take captives. Sadly the wildcat may still have my son Xander, but with this demon horde as it’s called, he can’t be searched for and its possible the wildcat left the area with him, with my son and as heart breaking as that is I fear I am not sure what to do and can only hope and pray Xander will get back home safe once more and stay safe while he is out there.''

''Another bit of news, our Blacksmith Silverstorm has stepped down as an Abbey Sister and as our Blacksmith and left the abbey not saying where she was going she just packed and left, leaving all Blacksmith stuff here at the abbey, all but one small forge hammer she took with her, an extra one my father made personally for her, maybe a keepsake for her and its fine with me if she keeps it. She will be missed and I wish her well, as well as safe travel in these trying times.''

''I just learned the new Skipper is named Gaheris, but to all is is Skipper.''

''Other sad news I add... The Bee Keeper Krystal has been found dead in the woods, but there is reason to believe it may of been the wildcat I spoke of and not this horde. Too much is happening at one time.''

''I am getting to bed as it is late, even the recorder needs rest at times after all, I will keep the abbey logs up to date and keep updated on any more news.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirtieth Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More updates have come my way and this week has been a tiring one indeed. Extra helpers have helped in the kitchens and with the infirmary due to our 30 guests. Master Healer Leon has taken a day and a half off and is now back to work in the infirm. Meals are still rationed and they are being very very strict with that, even having a Brother or Sister by the kitchen doors to make sure no snacks are sneaked and only breakfast, lunch and dinner is eaten. So if you’re late to a meal then that’s too bad, your have to wait till the next meal. Some dislike this but at times like this it’s needed to make sure there is enough food to go around for all. I think the roads are getting more and more dangerous The otters may of calmed some but I can tell they are still somewhat scared and worried of what may or may not happen.''

S''ad news reaches my ears, a couple of the more seriously hurt otters have died, we ae down to 28 and another may die soon dropping it to 27 guests if it happens. Champion Magramba has been talking with Skipper and helping to get whoever can fight, to help with the fight to get Camp Willow back. The Sparra are also helping it would seem. Ferravale is not helping, but then again Camp Willow is very much against Vermin of any kind so maybe that’s a good thing.''

''I am unsure when they will go to try and get the Camp back as that is only knowledge the Skipper and Champion Magramba has to know, news will be found out as it happens and I will do my best to keep updates till then we should do as we usually do any other day. We do chores, we do our jobs and we help one another.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-First Entry, Undated; Presumably April ===

''Dear Friends,''

''I bring more news even before I managed to finish my writing before this as I was helping out in the infirmary as well as kitchens with our newest guest. A couple other otters died and it is saddening.''

''But our Champion Magramba and so others, as well as Skipper and the otters that were able to go back to try and help the otters get the camp back. I have spoken with a couple of the beasts who helped. Many were injured and beasts died on both sides. This was war after all. I later found out when they got back my Uncle Zee went after I begged him not to and he was seriously hurt. My father’s armor that my Uncle Zee worn for this battle is dented and even cracked around the shoulder a little. Many dents are in the armor, it only goes to show if Uncle had not had my father’s armor on, he most likely would have been killed in the camp. I am sure the armor can be repaired but right now I just want my Uncle to wake from his deep faint. I wonder if he is too old to awaken, maybe the battle was too much for him as I say he shouldn’t fight due to his age as he is much older than even Papa was.''

''As I was in the infirm again the fear, the word monsters and demons came up. How the Vikings fought and what happen and didn’t happen. More of the camp was burned and even though the otters seem to have the camp back, any captives we all hoped to rescue are gone as it seemed the Vikings knew an attack would come. No knows where the captives were taken nor what their future will be. It seems good did not fully win this battle and evil has won. Yes the Vikings and northern beasts are gone but at what cost…the camp looks worse, friends missing before are still missing and many are injured now and even some dead. A group of Vikings escaped. The task now is recovering from wounds and repairing Camp Willow best they can. The otters will need all the help they can get for rebuilding their home and lives.''

''Back home at Redwall beasts are sad also due to friends who lost their lives or wounded friends. Dorarose is one of the wounded along with a guard named Lee. My Uncle Zee is wounded and I he awakens soon. I do have a little good news I for got to add earlier, Benar's daughter Thorn is back and he seems very happy about. He adopted her 3-4 seasons ago, yes she is a rat but she is on the side of good and I do hope Abbey Beats give her a chance. Well I must go now''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Sister Zinnia's Thirty-Second Entry, Undated; Presumably early May ===

''Dear Friends,''

''My Uncle Zee has woken up and on the road to recovery and I couldn’t be happier. Uncle Zee as Dorarose and the otter Lee are each on their own paths of recovery. I can tell my Uncle dislikes being in the infirmary, but then again who likes being in the infirmary. Some of the injured otters are doing well, sadly another otter died from her wounds but another woke from a deep faint to the joy of a family member. The otters are also slowly recovering mentally it would seem as a couple even laughed at a joke a novice told to try and bring some cheer to the poor otters.''

''Life at Redwall is settling down and I overheard Abbot Benar is already planning the Summer Feast. No details yet on the feast though, maybe some of the, or all, of the Camp Willow otters will join us for this feast.''

''No other news is to be had, least right now.''

''I hear the breakfast bell, yes I am writing this fairly early but I can catch a nap later perhaps.''

''Signed,''

Sister Zinnia Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''[[Last_Log_Entry_Of_Sister_Zinnia|Sister Zinnia's Last Entry as Abbey Recorder, Entry #33, Late Spring of New Beginnings II]]''' ==
''Dear Friends,''

''A LOT has been on my mind and I have decided to step down as Recorder leave the abbey. I am unsure where I will go. Maybe I will travel as sometimes Redwall beasts can do this and learn more of the world. I could still visit when I am able to maybe every couple seasons or so.''

''Also I will leave you with an update for abbey records. One big news from a sparrow is the skipper Hallow was found alive but injuries will require her to step down, so the New Skipper will remain her son, Gaheris.''

''Other news is Xander has yet to be found and I fear the worse and so does others. It's getting past the point where he could still be out there. I hope and pray he is out there and alive and I keep hope he will be found/Who knows maybe I will find him on my travels.''

''I plan to keep my Sister rank as I still call Redwall Abbey my home, but since I am going traveling I can no longer be Recorder and I am unsure whom could be Recorder in my place.''

''I will miss you all and will keep you all in my thoughts,''

''Till next we meet,''

Sister Zinnia, Former Redwall Abbey Recorder

= '''The second gap in the Record, Summer of Journeys to Spring with No Name''' =
After Sister Zinnia's resignation of the position in May of the Spring of New Beginnings II, the fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, four seasons passed before the record was continued by Brother Gorvenalus in the Summer of Song's Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

The season names during this time were thus: the Summer of Journeys, the Autumn of Plenty, the Winter of Reflection, and the Spring with No Name.

In these seasons a squirrel named Quade rose to power, causing much trouble for the Abbey, Mossflower Country, and beyond; it was this beast that ended Sister Zinnia's life in the Winter of Reflection, a tragedy. He was later defeated and brought to justice in the Spring with No Name.

= '''Brother Gorvenalus, Abbey Recorder''' =
Brother Gorvenalus was appointed recorder after Sister Zinnia in August of the Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country. Brother Gorvenalus remains in the position of Abbey Recorder to this day.*

'''Scribbled in beneath this introduction in a paw-writing that clearly matches the rest of the work (if a bit more hastily written) is the following note footnote:'''

''*As of the Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming, the Twenty-Sixth Season after Father Benar became Abbot, etc, etc.

'''And scribbled in beneath ''that'' are the following words, still in Spruce's paw-writing but far messier:'''

''I really ought to have told the dear brother I've been rummaging through all his old records and coping them, but I'm already knee deep in parchment as of thinking that. Hope the old beaver likes surprises!''

'''And then beneath THAT, written in the bottom left corner of the page, is the following barely legible note:'''

''It probably would have been a far better idea to wait until the season was actually ''named'' before writing all these 'Autumn Following last Summer' and the like, but they say hindsight is 20-20 and all that.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #1-4, Summer of the Song’s Awakening''' ==
Written from August to September, Summer of the Song’s Awakening, the ninth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' First Entry as Abbey Recorder, August ===
''Greetings Friends,''

''Right away many are noticing the different paw writing and the fact this is the first writing since Sister Zinnia. I shall introduce myself, I am Brother Gorvenalus the new Redwall Abbey Recorder. I am getting use to the term, Brother, not that it is new to me, it’s not. I am from a place called Willowbark Abbey where I was Abbot till my abbey and home was destroyed by a beast many here sadly know, Quade. Yes the same Quade whom tried to destroy this abbey as well, but I am gladdened he failed. It saddens me he didn’t repent of his evil ways and let hate and suffering, power and greed be his treasures in life.''

''Enough of the past, though it is always important to keep the past close to your heart, good and bad times. I will do my best to keep updates of the history and current events of Redwall and Mossflower area for all to read. I will honour Sister Zinnia’s post that I take over as of today. From what I heard from her son and from friends she was a very treasured beast and friend to all, she is greatly missed by her friends and family. Friends and family all come and go in life, change comes and sometimes its welcomed and sometimes it is not. I do hope we all have friends and family and always hold them close and family doesn’t have to be just by blood, one can be adopted into a family… see the abbey as my new family and I have Minsc as well. I do hope Minsc is welcomed and be friended by all here, he and I have been though a lot and have our own history logs we keep close to our hearts, and I hope you keep your own history close to your hearts as well.''

''I must go check on Minsc now.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Second Entry, August ===

''I have been very busy getting use to my new room. I have also finished cleaning up the book binding room and have started some much needed repair of a pawful of books. The library is also very well organized and has been kept in an ABC order, as well as logs set by season and date, placed neatly with the maps for easy access. I also read the last log Sister Zinnia wrote before she left. The good news was, and clearly some know, Xander was found and Sister Zinnia was able to see her son before her death at the paw of Quade. Her death was caused be an arrow to her chest, in her heart. I am told she died almost, if not, instantly. Also she left behind a mate, Takeo and 2 dibbuns Northstar and Zork, each named after other family members and the three beasts have gone too far off lands over the eastern sea coast to lands Takeo lives at as King there, that must be fairly interesting and perhaps something like a badger Lord in a way, I wish Takeo and his two dibbuns good luck and mayhap one day they will pay our Abbey a visit as they are always welcome.''

''Some updates are as follows, there was recently a Summer Feast. The spring feast sadly didn’t happen due to Quade so the Summer Feast was slightly early and larger than it usually is. The Summer of Song’s Awakening was the title of the season and there was the wedding of Novice Caleb and Novice Cynthia. The Feast was very nice and friends and family joined together. I think I shall call the Spring season The Spring with No Name as all Seasons have names and thus even this one has one now and it has been recorded.''

'''The following note has been inserted:''' There are several seasons without recorded names no matter how much I searched for them.

''There has been very little trouble on the roads since Quade’s defeat and for this I am glad. Also I will note a group that also needs Recorded, The Mossflower Defenders whom are led by the badger Xander and I think he does a fine job of leading. The group has a base in the woods south of Ferravale. Ferravale is another interesting place, slightly rough to go to and visit for most but they and the abbey have a peace treaty with one another and their chieftain is Blisa. Ferravale has recently gotten a new Master Healer, Rayen. Rayen was once a healer here at the abbey, and was mate to Flicktail. Rayen has moved to Ferravale now, with her dibbun son Dhaegan. She lost a daughter, Juliana to Quade. I had asked her the where bouts of Flicktail, seems she rather not discuss it so from my understanding his whereabouts is unknown at this time, but Rayen did mention she is once more on her own, a single mother to Dhaegan, whom will sometimes be at the abbey as well. I wish Rayen good luck in Ferravale, I think she shall do well as Master Healer there and I shall check on her from time to time. Other news from Ferravale is they are building a bell tower and the rebuilding of the Mossflower Defender’s Base is going nicely as well, both should be done by winter or by the end of winter.''

''I shall write more later, I have promised to join some elders for tea and scones.''

''Till next time my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Third Entry, September ===
''Dear friends,

''Another update as I have been going over some past events perhaps missed from previous logs between Sister Zinnia’s last Log and my first. Quade for one, before he was killed he caused a lot of trouble and sadly no one saw him as an enemy right away , but as a friend. He tricked many beasts till me and Minsc managed to escape, I escaped first with a young Redwall novice he had managed to capture. I warned the abbey of his lies and they were able to fight back in time to prevent the abbey from becoming taken over by a small horde he has formed. He tried to destroy the Mossflower Defenders by burning down a base they were working on, that base will soon be rebuilt to completion and be slightly south of Ferravale gates. Quade was hunted down by Dorarose and her brother, a fight ended in Quade’s death in the old mines. The mines have recently collapsed and are no longer in use, but there are still the ruins of a small village beside them, no not my old village my friends as mine is overseas. Perhaps the ruins can one day be looked at, for now life is well here at Redwall. I only wise Minsc would decide if he wants to stay in the abbey or not, he seems to prefer wandering the woodlands and I can only hope he at least stays in the abbey or maybe with the Mossflower Defenders near Ferravale come winter season.''

''Yesterday there was a visitor, Marek Redthorn, and it seems there is both good and bad thoughts about him. I trust him but I know not everyone trusts him based on his former history, but some have forgiven him while others have not fully forgiven him. But back to my writings, an unknown beast attempted to poison Marek Redthron's food or drink at breakfast, no other food and drink was touched just his and a novice was tied up in a storage area saying they were knocked out. The beast whom caused this was not found and most likely fled some direction down the road, or perhaps into the woods nearby, let’s hope they don’t return. Our Master Healer Brother Leon was able to save Marek Redthorn’ life and he will rest in the infirm a few days before he heads on to Ferravale. I will have to talk to Brother Leon next time I see him as he was mentioning a visit from Martin, but that it wasn’t something concerning for a while yet, still I would like to get what he saw down in the records in case its forgotten as I believe all messages from Martin the Warrior are important to hear and write down, whether it’s for the near or far future.''

''Till next time,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,''

''A feast is soon in a couple weeks, for the Autumn season. I do love Autumn time with the falling colorful leaves all around, winter will be upon us before we know it and I have yet to talk Minsc into living at the abbey. At least he has chosen to stay with Xander, least till the Defender Base is finished which should be in a few short weeks, before the first snows and I am excited for them. The base even has a training ground.''

''I also have spoken to Brother Leon more on his visit with Martin the Warrior, he said Martin told him Marek was not to die that day ''His life cannot be left to become extinguished. If it does the abbey befalls a terrible fate...'' - the words.''

''But when the time comes… fall... winter... spring... summer... fall... winter… perhaps something not this fall or winter, but next, we shall see.''

''Other news besides me being the Recorder now I also help in the infirm a little as I am a good healer. Luckily it’s been peaceful most around Mossflower and that’s good but peace doesn’t always last, I just hope this peace lasts a goof while.''

''Oh, look at the time I must head off, I promised Abbot Benar I would help with ideas for the autumn feast.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #5-7, Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from October to December, Autumn of the Song’s Awakening, the tenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifth Entry, October ===
''Dear friends,''

''The feast was great and much good news shared. The threat of the Remnant is gone, the Defender's base is back in good paws once more and a marriage may be soon, that of Xander and Krisha and it may be sooner than one thinks. The feast was named Autumn of Peace's Restoration . A good title I think and peace is here.''

''I have more to write on and shall keep you all updated. Minsc and Patch found old tablet halves, something of Willowbark Abbey it would seem, I am unsure of how it got to some old village ruins a couple hour walk from Ferravale, treasure or other the rat called it, no matter... it could be from a failed settlement Willowbark tried once when a small group of beasts wanted to leave many many seaons ago, before even I was born, but it matters not how and when or why, I have them now and they have been dusted and cleaned, though to better understand the old text a trup to the ruins of... my beloved Willowbark is in order...''

''If you will excuse me my friends I need a break from writing.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The wedding of Xander and Krisha went well, they even had another small celebration at the completed Mossflower Defenders' Base. The two badgers have decided to go along with me and Minsc to the ruins of Willowbark abbey along with Lilymoore, Karth, Flea and the rabbit Rupert. I am unsure if any others are coming along or not, nor do I know when we will return, most likely spring it appears. Marek Redthorn has made it possible as it seems he talked some beast into helping with the trip with means of some supplies and a much needed boat.''
''I should get going as we leave soon,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventh Entry, Early December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope this gets to you, I write to let all know the Willowbark trip is going well, we made it to the port and now are off to the island where Willowbark ruins are. I am unsure what to expect, it is ruins after all and perhaps it's something I rather not see but to me its history... my history and it's important as I KNOW Redwall is important to all in Mossflower and Redwall alike. The trip should be 2 or 2.5 weeks. I shall keep you all updated and hope all is well at Redwall Abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #8-9, Unnamed Winter following the Autumn of Peace's Restoration''' ==
Written from January to February, Unnamed Winter, the eleventh season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I hope all is well at the abbey. We are close to the island, the island where Willowbark ruins lie. Ruins 8 long seasons now. We are a few days off schedule but that us fine as life doesn't always go as planed. I must check on some guests as it seemed we found beasts needing aid, in the sea of all places.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Ninth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It seems... I am not sure how to explain it, there was a pawful of survivors of Willowbark and one of them is my grandmother. I am happy for this but still 14, if counting me and Minsc out of so so many, that is but a pinch compared to a bag of flour. None the less a small group of survivors. I plan and have in fact, wrote down some of Willowbark's history to be brought back, they want me to stay but I am torn with feelings of staying at Willowbark and returning to Redwall. I feel so much more at home at Redwall Abbey, is that wrong of me? I must finish my writing as I am also leaving them a little bit of Redwall Abbey history and facts for the small library here.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #10, Spring of Peace''' ==
Written during April, Spring of Peace, the twelfth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Tenth Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have returned from Willowbark Abbey and it seems a great discovery was indeed found. There were survivors as I have mentioned on some smaller notes I have also included from my trip. My friends are also back... almost all of my friends. My son Minsc has stayed at Willowbark and is once more their knight and Protector or as you call it Champion. It was good to see him once more happy and full of light again. Others were there... 15, out of sadly 750 beasts. My Grandmother lived, as did Minsc's son... Chip. My Grandmother was Sister Elma, she sadly passed on to the dark forest a week before we left and the pain of her lost is still there. I have brought a little writing of Willowbark's history and will share it later when I have more time. Those that returned are Xander, Myself, Karth, Rupert, and Moonbeam... Krisha had decided to come back a little sooner than the rest of us. Those who choose to live at Willowbark are Varsha, Flea, and Minsc of course as well as Flametail who went to live there as well as she was a dear friend to Varsha.''

''We came home to discover both happy news and sad. First the sad news... Brother Leon's passing shortly after we left, death by a raven thought dead and it seems in his last act Brother Leon slayed the raven, no one knows why he broke his vow... maybe the raven threatened family and friends, a bond between family is greater than any vow I do believe in certain times. Brother Leon is buried in the Abbey Graveyard. The good news is Krisha got home safe and it seems she adopted an infant badger girl whom she and Xander will raise as their own, they named the cub Northstar... I think they will make a happy family and this will help with the lost of their own cub that died before it was even born.''

''There was a feast we missed, The winter Feast as Spring is soon. I will have to look up what the Winter Feast was called.''

'''A note has been inserted here, reading:'''

As do I, now! Can't find the '''(inked out word that looks suspiciously like bloody)''' name anywhere for that winter!

'''Brother Gorvenalus' entry continues:'''

''Not much news was not learned of. Lilymoore knows of her father now and the family is having some time alone for a couple days, I know they will be fine and I shall talk to them later maybe.''

''It seems a lot of past beast have been remembered... Sister Zinnia was one me and Xander spoke of earlier today, and I was thinking of my Grandmother Elma, and Zork Winters was mentioned as well as Zee Winters. It is always good to remember past loved ones, good times with them and how they were loved, always keep them in your hearts always and never forget.''

''Also Ferravale has a new Bell for their Bell Tower which I overheard was to be done by Autumn. The bell came from Willowbark Abbey as a gift to Ferravale. I hope they can be allies with Ferravale and for Willowbark to also be allies to Redwall.''

''I should head off now... Tea time.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #11-18, Unnamed Summer following the Spring of Peace to Autumn of Remembrance, the Third Redthorn War''' ==
Written from June, unnamed Summer (once again I cannot find the name of the season ''anywhere)'' to October, Autumn of Remembrance, the thirteenth and fourteenth season after Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country, respectively.

During this time the Third and Final Redthorn War was fought, the last great war which engulfed the entirety of Mossflower Country. I was barely more than a dibbun at the time, living leagues away from the Abbey, but the rumour of those battles reached even to my little home village, and my young ears.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eleventh Entry, June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written in so long, a lot has happen also.There was the Spring feast and it was a good one my friends. Feast of the Spring of Peace was the season name given. There was good food and merriment.''

''But sadly peace doesn't last as we have had some threats from a group know as The Black Rose and it's mentioned there is old logs of it in the abbey logs and scrolls one thing that has keep me from my writings, that and chores that need done. An abbey would not get far without us all doing our part, our chores and jobs. Back back to the trouble, it seemed to ease some and still does but recently Marek Redthorn has come to warn of, of a thought dead brother he has name Ormaz Redthorn, he has spoken a little on it but not too much yet. We also have lifted the ban on Marek Redthorn being at the abbey, he can come and go as he pleases within our walls now as he has been forgiven, though I know some still dislike him being here and a young vole grumbled at Abbot Benar who took it calmly and spoke to her... well the vole left and that is fine. We have visitors that come and go. More on any recent problems. There was a report of missing beasts, one being a friend Mariposa as some think she left to go home, I do not but have yet to learn the truth... maybe in time. Sadly the whereabouts of a hedgehog named Ace were let known, sold... sold is a sad term from slavers and I wish to not write more of this.''

''I have taken a small break for tea and am now back. I shall write of other good news. The peace treaty with Ferravale was renew and this is most excellent news indeed. The village of Ferravale and the abbey do help one another in times of need.

''On any other news, luckily not many missing beasts, a report was of an otter, Tassel and sadly the family of a shrew named Kishiko. Also some beasts were found dead... with a Black Rose flower beside then, Karth said the 3 beasts were of the Defenders, news I hate to tell Xander but may have to, unless maybe another could relay the news to him. The roads and woods do seem quiet and these things reported seemed to happen north of the abbey and at nightfall, or during the night several beasts have reported no happenings in the day and do not seem to worried, Abbot Benar has closed the gates, as a safety measure and is being very strict on who leaves and why and if they do when will they return or where are they heading if they don't return. Some Mossflower Defenders are helping with guard duty which is good, another quick update it seems no one knows where the Abbey Champ Magramba is, this is troubling news as a champion is indeed needed at a time such as this.''

''I hear the dinner bells and have to go, I did not eat much at lunch after all.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twelfth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have wonderful news as most by now know. Our Champion has come. A new Champion. A female hedgehog named Matilda. She lived on the Eastern Shores and is now... home. She was born here but her parents did not stay long, about 6 days as I looked in the records. I must learn more of her and plan to meet her once I get the chance. I had been busy looking for old records of the Black Rose and have found some. Maybe these scrolls will be useful to our new Champion... Champion Matilda.''

''I really should not spend some much time in this dusty room, it really does need a good dusting as I seem to have lost track of time being in here so much and asking that scrolls be brought to me from the Gatehouse and then returned there and placed back where they belong but I have a very trusted helper whom I know will place them in the correct place, in the correct order. I have also had meals brought to me and seem to have slept in here lately as well the past couple weeks.''

''I do not think I have missed much else going on of importance, if I have I am sure I will be told of it. There is a knock at my door again and it seems it is Abbot Benar along with a couple more Elders. I would write more but it appears I am being kicked from my own office for a few days... well I do need to take a long break after all as being cooped up too long with research and rare interaction with fellow beasts is not good for a beast.''

''I now have Abbot Benar looking over my shoulder. I shall write more another day.''

''Signed,''
Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirteenth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has gone on... it is my sad duty to mention Ferravale has fallen. Not only that before this Chieftain Blisa was captured. The horde beasts are getting more dangerous and have control of Ferravale and I fear may lay sights on the abbey next.''

''Rayen had returned but only to give us a warning Benar is a target and then she left once more, only to get hurt badly, a rather bad leg wound. She left, against the healers and Benar's wishes along with a ferret and an otter, where she is heading I do not know she only said out of Mossflower and how she was sorry and would not be returning. I wish her luck in all she does.''

''In other news the Mossflower Defenders base has been destroyed by this horde as well. Some members killed, others captured, some were lucky to not be there... Xander among those not there at the time, in fact he has left with a group to seek help from the Badger Lord Ciocan and his hares, lets hope he returns with that help as we surely need it.''

''In the group with Xander are Ximena (Healer),''
'''(the next name on the list is marked out with the symbol for "Murderer"):''' ''Zolomon '''M''' (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''Misu (Archer in Mossflower Defenders),''
''and Rupert (Recorder of Ferravale).''

''I hope no more sad news comes our way.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fourteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It is time to update some news, not much has happen as it was quiet for two weeks and now it's not so quiet as the horde that Ormaz Redthorn controls have arrived at our gates and have the abbey surrounded on all sides. Our gates are locked tight and the guards on the walls doubled and ever keeping an eye on what is going on. So far no one has been hurt....so far. There is fear and worry of course but we do our best to keep it at bay.''

''A bit of good news in the chaos... the slave base was found and some slaves rescued, also the birth of a newborn sea otter to Tassel and Anatole, a girl. They have yet to name the small bundle of joy. So I say look at the good and not the bad in life. There is always things to be thankful for in life... always.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifteenth Entry, September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I bring... sad news. Oz lays in a a deep deep faint. Someone got in with the intent to kill Abbot Benar but ended up in Oz's room... but Oz did stop the insane marten and rat from slaying Benar and young Novice Kenya... the insane marten is dead, the rat got away... sadly the rat had a captive, young Novice Kenya. Some news is seems Martin the Warrior send a message, so help is indeed on the way...''

"The Mountain on the Shore, the Fires Dim but the Hammer Lord within... The Hammer Lord marches over dunes and sand, those who defend beside him, the Abbey Rings its bells in crisis but the end is not here, though one will not see the after end."

''I must go check on Oz now, Krisha is in charge of the dibbuns for now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Sixteenth Entry, Early October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Sad sad news... Brother Rafael is... is dead. Hit with an arrow to the chest and died almost instantly, at least there was no suffering. The horde is getting more active and nearly killed Abbot Benar twice and nearly our Champion a couple times. The champion got a slight arrow wound in her lower right arm but she is fine, it was not deep and was tended to right away. We will soon have a small funeral for Brother Rafael... a simple one, I am sure when this is all over any fallen beasts will be remembered. Hope is still alive as the Long Patrol is on their way, that is good news at least... I need to go now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Seventeenth Entry, Mid October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write today to update you. It has been a couple weeks since our Main Healer Brother Rafael was... taken from us as he went to the dark forest, Angela is in charge of the infirm for the moment.''

''The horde got in through a east door, it was old... small and broke off its hinges and chaos did assure. But luckily the Long Patrol seemed to come right on time with the Badger Lord Ciocan and his 300 hares. Also our friends Xander... Zolomon '''M'''... Ximena had returned, a surprise my son Minsc and Chip my grandson was to help as well. But peace came with a heavy price indeed.''

''The hares still at camp were all slain but two, Ewan and Zolomon '''M'''. Ewan seems to have become a bit... stressed overly from battle, it affected him greatly... Zolomon '''M''' lost an ear, but is alright.''

''I found out the Guosim have a new Log-A-Log named Aella... she was daughter to the former Log-A-Log whom was killed in this horrible horrible battle. 50 shrews came... only 40 of them came out alive... their loss not too bad compared to the Long Patrol... oh, great was their loss... 19 hares, 2 of those were officers... survived out of 300 hares. The badger Lord himself suffered some injuries but he lived. Such a great sad sad loss of life... some refugees died as well and sadly Chip my grandson died.''

''Minsc has left for Willowark along with Ximena and Rayen, Rayen has become their Master Healer it would seem and 20 refugees went with Minsc to live at Wilowbark abbey, they will help with some storm repair and I wish them well.''

''Other sad news... Marek Redthorn has died, but he died a hero... he died saving us all from Ormaz Redthorn, he pushed Ormaz off the Bell Tower and sadly fell as well... Ormaz was dead instantly... Marek died a few moments later. Marek will be buried in the Abbey Graveyard. He was... a hero.''

''A special place is made for those who died, a memorial to the hares and to the shrews and any who helped us. The names of beasts set in a special stone to be placed.''

''There is no Autumn feast this year but there is still a name for the season... it is named Autumn of Remembrance... so all may reflect on those who gave of themselves so peace could be restored to our fair home.''

''A small service for all was done, our Abbot Benar even sang, I did not know he could... maybe he should sing more often.''

''There likely will be a funeral for Marek Redthorn but I know not when, maybe even a couple other smaller ones but Abbot Benar felt the need for one moment to remember all whom was lost.''

''Other news is Oz has woken from his faint, very good news indeed but he still has a road to recover and so Krisha is still temporary Badger Mother till Oz recovers, the Long Patrol is with us for the next couple weeks and then head home, the runner Zolomon '''M''' has went ahead of them to deliver the grim news of their loss... yes Zolomon '''M''' is a private in the Long Patrol, I did not get a chance to say congrats but it is fine, he is on an important mission. Also joining the abbey as Redwall Residential Hare is Private Ewan, he shall live here at the abbey and act as a messenger of sorts between us and the mountain, I like the idea and it's been a long while in history that the abbey has had a hare for this... so I welcome Private Ewan and I hope he makes many friends while he is here, he shall live here now and not be a fighter hare. But RW Residential hare is a very important job indeed and I know he will do well.''

''Other news...''

''Let me see I can not think of any right now if I do I shall be write it down, I need to go now...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Eighteenth Entry, Late October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The memorial for the Long Patrol was very nice and the wake afterwards very nice as well. Some refugees helped with some food, even Ferravale helped with some food, all went well. Others were remembered as well... The former Log-A-Log and some other shrews, some refugees and Ferravale beasts, and some other friends who died during this horde time.''

''I am glad the horde is gone and that peace has returned and hope peace stays a while, a long while. Lord Ciocan and his hares left a couple days ago and with the help of a boat should get back in half the time. Private Ewan is here to stay as our Resident LP Hare, we have not had one of those in a long while.''

''Ferravale is doing some repair work now, other good news is Oz has come out of his room, with help from Xander and Krisha and he is getting stronger each day, for this I am also glad.''

''Not much else to do, we are ready for winter now, though we are low on pumpkins and some wheat, other wise we are fine.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #19-20, Winter of the Quiet Ice''' ==
Written from January to February, Winter of the Quiet Ice, the fifteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Nineteenth Entry, January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has been some time since I last wrote, sorry for that as things have been busy lately. We are fixing a couple storage units on the abbey grounds, as well as repairing a couple things, we have helped Ferravale with a lot of repairs. Speaking of which..The tavern and the Mossflower Defenders base is being rebuild, last I heard the outside frame of both are done, so maybe half way built now. We did not have a autumn feast but just a couple days ago was our Winter Feast- The Winter of the Quiet Ice. Our Friar Lacota made a cake the looked like the two bells from the Bell Tower, which reminds me, we are taking down the bells, one at a time, to repair a yoke in one of them, we will also polish both, this is to be done this week if all goes well.''

''Sadly we have had a death... Novice Kenya has died and will be missed. Her death effected all... mostly Brother Sinway whom has avoided beast the last few days and was not at the feast, I shall have to check on him.''

''In some happier news we have a new novice... Novice Atvi, he has grown up from that mischief making dibbun or... maybe he has I know not. Oz is also back on dibbun duty as Badgermom and has been the past 2-3 weeks.''

''This is all I have for now, till next time my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twentieth Entry, February ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Winter feast was wonderful, the Winter of the Quiet Ice. There was ice skating on the pond afterwards and I believe most had a good time that was there. A week later we started work on one of the bells from the tower, and soon will take down the second one as well. Once all is well again in the Tower and both bells are polished I am sure we will have some sort of event.''

''The weather is still cold but winter still has 6 weeks yet, hopefully no longer than that and who knows maybe we will get an early spring but this cold makes my bones ache some, we shall see.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #21-22, Spring of Voices' Return''' ==
Written from March to April, Spring of Voices' Return, the sixteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-First Entry, March ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Wonderful news was heard. It seems the some of Camp Willow's lost otters have returned! The vikings many seasons ago invaded Camp Willow and stole otters, killing other otters and destroying half the camp, the camp has had some repairs and still has some repairs, but 9 otters have returned to them. This is happy news indeed! They have been invited to the upcoming Spring Feast, weather they come will be up to them but they would be most welcome but at the same time we respect their privacy and wanting some time to themselves, they have been through so much.''

''We have started clearing the gardens and plowing the fields to start Spring planting seasons and this is going well. Other news is the repair of woodwork holding up the Bells in the Bell Tower, we hope the repairs are done and the bells are back up in time for the Spring Feast, it will be joyous to hear them ring again. As they have been down most of the winter season.''

''In other news our Resident hare Ewan had taken a trip with Brother Sinway to Salamandastron. Brother Sinway wanted time away after his daughter Kenya's tragic death in a frozen creek as she had tried to rescue Novice Atvi... Atvi has mentioned he wants to be a healer to honor her memory, I wish him the best in his studies... maybe he will become a Brother at the feast.''

''I mentioned the trip Ewan and Brother Sinway took and maybe should of mentioned it earlier, as well as Kenya's death, sorry for that as the trip started about time winter season came, I was not sure it was too wise to go in winter but it seemed they made it there on a boat and back again, part of the way on a boat it seems. The shrews are fairly nice with their small boats and rafts, as well as a few river otters here and there. But I am rambling and Ewan and Brother Sinway are back and Brother Sinway seems in better sprites now and even has a fiddle now he will play at the Spring Feast.''

''That is all the news for now my friends,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Spring feast was good and the bells are back in the Bell Tower, the woodwork fixed and good as new, better in fact. The feast was named Spring of Voices Return. There was music and dance and beasts had fun, not seen so much dancing in a while.''

''In other news I need to write is news of the hare Hanzi came to us, I was unsure but after speaking to Hawkeye and having a sparrow check as well... Hanzi is dead, killed by a cloaked beast. The Skipper of Camp Willow had sent the news, it seems Hanzi threatened and attacked a couple otters. It's not know whom the cloaked figure was, if they are friend or foe but at the time they helped the otters and then left into the woods, they had looked for the cloaked beast and didn't find them. It is good the threat of Hanzi is gone but also sad, I am unsure if there was a chance of redeeming him or not or maybe he was so far gone there was not, then any death saddens me.''

''On a good note a trip is planed into Mossflower with the abbot to check on our friends at Camp Willow, also a visit to Ferravale and Brockhall, I have not ever been to Brockhall but have heard stories and read of it and am excited to finally visit it.''

''I need to head to bed soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Govenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #23-27, Summer of Partings''' ==
Written from June to August, Summer of Partings, the seventeenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Third Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am writing about the wonderful time at Camp Willow. Seeing their camp was amazing, a great site to see indeed.The moles and foremole helped build 2 homes and fixed the roof of the infirmary and Mess Hall. We brought supplies, some food and drink and Hot root plants that they were short of, an otter without hot root is a bad otter indeed, its like they have to have it to live, it's their life blood.''

''The weather has been nice and the trip has gone well so far. The Champion does make sure we stay close at all times and seems to only relax once we were at Camp Willow... our next stop is Ferravale, I do hope that goes well, I have seen it once but didn't stay long, we have stayed at Camp Willow 4 days, so 4 days at Ferravale as well.''

''We did stop at a small woodland camp site of a couple dozen woodland mice, friendly type they are and seemed to really like mushroom soup, well we leave for Ferravale in the morning so I best get some rest. I will write again after a day or two in Ferravale my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fourth Entry, Mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We arrived at Ferravale, got to hear their Bell ring out and got to see the opening of the Redthorn Tavern, it is a wonderful place and Xander Winters is in charge of it and owns it, his helpers seem to be Patch, the rat and the old sea otter Hawkeye. He has some other helpers I know, and even got to see the Mossflower Defender Base which should be open in a couple weeks.''

''One would think this a happy ''(-time? Unclear)'', visiting friends trip and it started a carefree and good, then a sparrow brought ill news... Oz, AKA Papa Oz our Badger Mother lies in a non waking deep coma in the infirm back at Redwall, we stayed our 4 days at Ferravale and then came back. He and Krisha had started their Camp Out for the dibbuns by the pond, it seems our Badgermother Oz had a bit of a headache and went to seek some shade in the orchards but was found half an hour later unconscious in the orchards and was rushed to the infirm, he had coughed up a lot of blood and was barely breathing. He awoke briefly only to beg to speak to Krisha, of course he would want to make sure the dibbuns were okay, he is always like that thinking of others first and not himself. Krisha mentioned he called her Mother Krisha before he slipped into a very deep Coma, which he never woke from, he only slowly got worse.''

''Benar had me write this down, he officially named Krisha Badger Mother Krisha of Redwall Abbey, a title I know she will honor well, she is a little nervous and still sad over Oz, who isn't thought. She will do well as Badger Mother, I know she will.''

'''There is a clear break in the writing before the entry resumes:'''

''I left this a couple days and now add more, I am sorry I was busy and getting some needed rest. It is very late when I heard Benar and Krisha in the hallway, near midnight... the news which I sadly write down... the healers have told me, Benar, and Krisha Oz will not survive the night and if he does he won't live much past morning, my heart aches... Benar has told me and Mother Krisha to get some rest, he will be with Oz during his last hours and will let everyone know tomorrow morning in the Great Hall when Oz has passed onto the dark forest. I best get some rest I feel tomorrow morning will be a sad one for Redwall Abbey, for Mossflower... for many.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Fifth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''With a sad heart I write these words. Oz Winters, AKA Papa Oz... the former Badgermother has passed on to the dark forest this early afternoon. Abbot Benar has brought the news to me and a few others, the rest found out a couple hours later at Dinner. Friar Lacota and Abbot Benar was at Oz's side when he died, so he was not alone when he died. A great Sadness has come over the abbey and Mossflower and the misty rain, that soon turned to a downpour reflexes our mood, perhaps Mossflower it's self was in sorrow as well, I know we here t the abbey are. News has been brought to Camp Willow by Ewan and to Ferravale by Hawkeye. Oz was a dear, dear friend to all. He was a caretaker of not just dibbuns but novices and even others. I have a feeling he will watch over us from the Dark forest.''

''Mother Krisha has taken this hard, I know she has but she has handled it well, I told Champion Matilda and she cried, her first thoughts to be at the side of Abbot Benar, we all must help one another in this time of great sadness... Mother Krisha and Abbot Benar can only do so much, for they too must morn... we all muse have time to morn and grieve.''

''Plans for Oz's final farewell, his funeral is being planed, so in a few days I shall write of it but excuse me I must stop writing now before tears stain this page, I will write again soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Sixth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Funeral for Oz Winters was today. A lot had good words to say as it seems he has touched many lives and was friends with many as well. This week has been a sad one for the abbey and likely there will still be sad days ahead for some time but together we will get through this. News has likely reached Salamandastron by now, I wonder how they will react as I know Oz befriended Lord Ciocan and some of the hares and of course he already knew Zolomon. '''M''' ''

''Well This is all I am writing today,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Seventh Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I am sorry I have not written since the death Of Oz Winters. But I write now. Summer is just about over now and Autumn harvest will be starting very soon. Not much has happen at our abbey... until today''

''The Summer of Partings''

''The Summer feast and I think one of the best yet. Music and Dance and very good food. Friends and visitors.''

''Oswald and the Southern Winds Traveling performers are here! Music, juggling, and a magic show, all was great and the dancing... why even our Friar and Gatekeeper danced.''

''Mother Krisha seems to be doing well with the dibbuns.''

''The feast has cheered up a lot of beasts whom needed it as Oz was not the only beast we lost in the past few weeks, we lost a dibbun... Northstar and a dear friend, Hawkeye has passed on to the Dark forest. Vojin the former Head Guard of Ferravale had returned, briefly to seek forgiveness and has now headed south, with his wife and dibbun and I wish him well.''

''Well I should sleep now.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #28, Autumn of the Early Snow''' ==
Written during November, Autumn of the Early Snow, the eighteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Eighth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been busy during harvest season, but we got all the fruits and vegetables, as well as herbs and other things needed inside for storage. We even had some extra fruit we shared with the GOUSIM shrews. The shrews in turn shared smoked fish, a most interesting dish and it stores well for later eating.''

''Our infirmary is well stocked of herbs as well as other supplies, anything we still needed we got at the market nearby.''

''One thing we did get from outside the abbey was spices and a couple rarer and expensive things such as chocolate from Ferravale and I managed to get coffee, some spicy tea, and died bananas and coconut from Willowbark Abbey. Something I have missed but is not found around here so its used as a special treat sometimes as we did not get a lot, but a fair among all the same.''

''Now I update some news. During the harvest time Abbot Benar fell off the abbey stairs leading to the wall tops. He has a broken arm he is still recovering from. It could have been a lot worse than it was but our Abbot will be fine and is recovering well, though there will be no Autumn Feast this season due to his injury and needing to recover, the season may be named before it's over but no name has been brought up or chosen yet. As soon as a name is given I will update the logs even if its just for that. While the Abbot recovers Mother Krisha, myself, and Matilda is doing things around the abbey.''

'''A note has been inserted after this paragraph, the paw-writing clear:''' The Father Abbot did ''not'' simply fall that harvest day in late September; this is a false recording. The truth of what happened that day, which I and many other beasts witnessed, was that the badger Xander Winters pushed the aged squirrel off the steps after a disagreement between the two beasts. Xander left the Abbey swiftly after that and did not return for some time.

''In other news, just today as I update the logs, we have lost a dear friend... Ferro. Ferro was a blacksmith at Ferravale and father to Krisha... he will be missed.''

''Ferro died of an illness he had, perhaps left over from when he was missing a couple months and later found to be a captive of a former tribe member. The tribe member was called Anwir, the good news is Anwir has been slain and is no longer a threat, which is good.''

''Other news to share and maybe what made Ferro condition worse, a condition he chose not to share with us sooner, or maybe he could have been saved, was an early snow and an ice storm. The ice storm didn't cause damage to the abbey, just a couple small branches that would of been trimmed anyways fell, in the woods near Camp Willow a old oak tree fell, and a large branch near the shrews campsite but all is safe and sound.''

''But not all is sad and sorrowful news, I also share the return of Caleb and Cynthia, or rather Brother Caleb and Sister Cynthia. Their family members were so happy to see them and it was a nice reunion! They also have a son, Cota, who is novice age, but we shall let him decide if he wants that path in life or not.''

''This is all the news I have to share with you for now my friends.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

'''Another note had been added as a post-script, reading:''' The mouse-maid Sister Cynthia was tragically killed in late November by a rogue weasel, near Ferravale. She was swiftly avenged by the efforts of Xander Winters and the rat Patch's actions, the latter of whom slew the monster. Brother Caleb, in his grief, left Redwall Abbey for the village Halyard on the Western Sea.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #29-31, Winter of the Deep Snow ''' ==
Written during January, Winter of the Deep Snow, the nineteenth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Twenty-Ninth Entry, Early January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Mid-winter Snow Badger event was fun, enjoyable and all loved it. This year Xander helped our Badger Mother, Mother Krisha. Along with Xander were a couple hares, Ewan and Zeldove, who dressed up as they called them, as snow hares. There were cookies and hot cider, even some milk to be had. Small gifts were given and even some light snow fell outside.''

''Abbot Benar has mostly recovered and is back to his duties now, to which everyone is glad... none more than Mother Krisha whom had temporary took over his duties as well as her own, she is now just back to during her Badger Mother duties.''

''The winter this year has still been fairly cold, I will be glad once Spring is here but it’s still a good ways off. The cold has brought more visitors to stay at the abbey with us, then we always like guest. A squirrel family has joined us... Ping and his wife Milly and small infant son Joey will now live at the abbey.''

''I sadly have to place here more sad news. Our Residential Long Patrol Hare Ewan... is dead. He died defending a group of woodlanders against a fox and two weasels. He won but sadly died of his injuries. The hare maid Zeldove has decided to take the news to the Long Patrol and will join the Long Patrol as a way to honor Ewan memory.''

''Private Ewan Benjamin Delaney Tanner Mosswell Jahveri will be missed by many. He was buried in Redwall Abbey by the memorial for the Long Patrol that was placed down during the siege of Ormaz.''

''In other news the abbey is doing well, our stocks of food are still very good and a quick check on our friends... Ferravale as well as our Shrew Friends are doing very well. Which brings up some good news and I am always happy to share good news as good news is always needed after sharing bad news…''

''GUOSIM Log-A-Log has married the shrew Lyra. They are happy and working together to make the GUOSIM great.''

''That is all for now my friends, I am off to bed.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirtieth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More good news and I am always happy to share good news. First our Badger Mother is expecting a dibbun of her own. I think this is wonderful news indeed. Also some good news is Brother Caleb, and friend Mack have opened their own Cafe... in Halyard but it's still their own and I am sure his mate would be happy for him and I wish our friends well.''

''We are also planing for our Winter Feast as it is in a couple weeks time. Joining us will be the Guosim as they are going to spend the winter here and head back to their camp in early spring.''

''Things are going well for us, even when another winter Storm hit, all is well here at Redwall, as well as Ferravale.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-First Entry, Late January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''We had our Winter Feast... Winter of the Deep Snow and it looks like it won't fail us... I have spoken with Abbot Benar, the title of the past Autumn will have a title... Autumn of the Early Snow, the title is made official a little late but better late than never... right? The past Autumn was rather stressful while our Abbot was recovering from his broken arm. He is better now and recovered.''

''I think this Winter Feast made up for the fact we didn't have an Autumn one as we had a surprise visit from the Camp Willow Otters, they brought a large fish for one of the main dishes, a gift from Camp Willow.''

''We also had the Chieftain of Ferravale and her guards, as well as a couple others from Ferravale as well... they have a Master Healer now if I did not mention it before, Master healer Nardo.''

''We also have Log-A-Log and his shrews with us till Spring, a room set up for them in the old office. They had to leave their camp along the river due to a harsh winter, and their storage building now needs repair as they lost 70% of their supply, the rest they have brought to the abbey to share with us... so we now have a lot of smoked fish and their famous bread and stew for winter.''

''There was of course music and some beasts that juggled plates and apples, some did cartwheels... all was fun to see and I believe all had a good time.''

''That is all till next time I write...''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #32-36, Spring of Blessings''' ==
Written from April to June, Spring of Blessings, the twentieth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Second Entry, April ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happened since the winter snows have left us and finally we see green grass and many flowers in bloom. The GOUSIM have went back to their camp and we even had some moles help fix up the place. The GOUSIM are still very much our allies still. Other news is our Spring Feast is in a few days time and we are ready.''

''Some news to share our Badger Mother Krisha has had her cub, a little early and it's a boy and healthy. But she has slipped into a deep faint so healers keep an eye on her and keep us updated. I hope for the best and she wakes up soon as I know many worry.''

''I must tend to some things,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Third Entry, May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Good news Mother Krisha has woke up and seems well, she was not able to be at the feast but the feast was still great.''

''SPRING OF BLESSINGS''

''I indeed think it is... new life, there is peace and friends are here with good food and drink to share and it will even be Summer before we know it... life is good.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fourth Entry, Mid May ===
''Dear friends,''

''Forgive me for not writing sooner. A lot has happened and I wish I did not have to write such sadness down on paper. Peace has been shattered indeed, then I suppose things don't last forever but no beast was expecting this to happen! It was to be a simple camp out in the orchards for the dibbuns but come morning a disaster.''

''The helpers and Mother Krisha were drugged with a powerful sleeping herb, among the drugged was Lillymoore our Bell Ringer and so the bells did not ring... when it was found out why we were all in shock and horror.''

''The dibbuns were all taken! All but the lone goose dibbun Gracie whom had been hiding on the middle of the pond, the poor child seen it all.''

''Sister Ginny was killed, as was a hare name Jet... it turned out Jet had helped the vermin for what ever reason, we know not... it had to be great for what he did but maybe it was against his will as he too lied dead outside the broken south wall gate.''

''All the small gates are being repaired, I knew this but others did not that our Badger Mother has the skills of a Blacksmith and will fix the gate hinges and help us find locksmith, one of the moles I think, to remake the locks. Such a bad way to find a reason to repair old side gates, hardly ever used but will have new hinges and locks soon. We are also starting some very late spring cleaning.''

''Our Champion Matilda, the badger Xander, and a new visitor Caleb a traveling warrior mouse is set out to help get the dibbuns back, two more are to join but I know not whom they are, it seemed they are to meet the two extra along their path to find the dibbuns, I wish them well and safe travels.''

''I am going to check on Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha, the badger mother has many reasons to be sad as also taken was her small cub Oz, she had named him after Papa Oz... I hope he and the other dibbuns are found and every beast returns home... safe and sound.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Fifth Entry, Early June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It had been quite a while and no word on the ones on the hunt for those slavers. My guess is they found the trail. I would of wrote sooner but I been busy helping Benar with Abbot duties and also cleaning the library. Benar has decided, perhaps to help get his mind off things as well as others minds off things, to do a major cleaning job around the Abbey. Each team of cleaners has a section of the abbey. Rugs were cleaned, the bells in the bell tower now shine as with the help of some birds we got them dusted and polished! The bells are important after all. Other rooms are being dusted, mopped and cleaned and Mother Krisha has decided the Dibbun Dorms, a classroom, as well as a main Dibbun relaxation/playroom, needed to be repainted and just redone totally, so she and some novices are in charge of that.''

''The peace was broken however when rats from the south attacked! We luckily were warned thanks to a small group of 5 long patrol hares lead by Corporal Adrian was in the area on a very Long Patrol, we thank them for stopping and it seems they may stay here for now, which we are also glad of as while our Champion is away, as well as our gate keeper Dorarose we may way still need the extra protection.''

''I do hope Matilda, Dorarose, and young Caleb are doing okay and are safe. I also hope the dibbuns are safe and they will be found and rescued and come home as soon as they can. I am sure we will have a feast when they return, which brings up one other thing... there will not be a Summer Feast due to everything going on and no ones heart seems into preparing for one. Hopefully bright moods will come back soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Sixth Entry, mid June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats... they came back and seem a well-organized group and well educated. I am unsure what was going through Benar's head at the time but it did help these... rats to not swarm us as a report said hundreds are in the woods and it seems they want to help settle some... order. I have begun to try and find info on the Empress Who Lives together and the Order of Castes, there is some old books in the attic so maybe there. It seems, for now they will not attack as they could of but still seem to want their version of order. I am glad the dibbuns are not here, this would likely frighten them, not that it hasn't frighten other, it has.

''I must go now,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #37-41, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings''' ==
Written from June to September, Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, the twenty-first season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Seventh Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats attacked the North Wall and burned the small gate, broke the hinges. Some got inside and others were on the walltops. All the rats were slain and the gate was closed and in the process of being fixed. The rats had started a fire outside the wall and that caused some distraction and heavy smoke for a while.''

A'' tragic event nearly happened, our Abbot Benar was almost killed, but the quick action of Mother Krisha and a forge hammer, prevented the rat from slaying the abbot, a couple of other rats that went after the Abbot were slain by the Skipper of the otters and one of the Patrol hares that has been with us. A couple of the hares also made sure our Badger mother was not slain by a couple of rats, but I feel she may of been able to handle them.''

''Other news is a hare that was part of the Long Patrol group that is visiting us seemed to of gotten lost from his friends, but he has found them again and is with us in the abbey. An interesting hare and his name is Elbio, he seems concerned his fellow hares feel he is a bit useless for getting separated from them, I assured him they were not, he seems to be very curious of the abbey and wanting to know everything, I mentioned the fact the abbey once had a Residential LP Hare once... he seemed interested but even if the abbey was for this, the badger Lord would also need a say in this and the hare is but a recruit at this time, perhaps he can be made a private and stick around with us here in the abbey, after all this rat business it may be wise to once more have a hare stationed here but that's not up to me and not totally up to Abbot Benar either... I suppose we will see, for now it is late and I need sleep.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Eighth Entry, July ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The rats keep attacking off and on so its been a long past couple of weeks. They had backed off for a day and it was a welcome bit of peace, for a day anyway.''

''The rats and their leader came back, attacking from all four sides and managed to enter the abbey. It seemed we had lost at first but then our temporary Gatekeeper Lilymoore stood and faced the rat leader and Lilymoore killed the rat leader. Lilymoore was in a faint for 4-5 days and awoke and should recover, as will others.''

''Other good news is the rats, all of them left, perhaps went back to their own lands but Benar fears they could return on day. I hope not anytime soon. We have some repairs to do, also some crops to replant and fields to fix, luckily the orchards are good.''

''We also have other repairs to do.''

''No news on where our friends are whom went after the dibbuns, I hope they are well... where ever they are and will find the dibbuns, and defeat the slavers. Another bit of news is our Badger Mother left the abbey, we found her a few days later in Ferravale. Abbot Benar himself went to bring the Badger Mother back, though with only 3 shrews and only 1 shrew as a guard on the way back, but both Abbot Benar and Mother Krisha are safe and sound back at the abbey. The Badgermother is depressed and I hope she can cheer up but I am unsure if she will any time soon, so I hope the dibbuns are found and freed and return home as soon as possible, I may try and speak with the Badger Mother some myself if she lets me. So far she has only let Abbot Benar speak to her.''

''I should go there is lots to do at the abbey,''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Thirty-Ninth Entry, August ===
''Dear Friends,''

''No news of our friends yet, I worry as it's been over a season now. Another worry is the hare Elbio seems to have disappeared now, I did not know him too well but he keep saying how he had so few friends. Perhaps the hare went on some adventure, who knows.''

''There is little other news as we get ready for the Autumn time by checking the harvest and starting to bring it in, we are low on some things thanks to those rats and I just hope we don't have any snow early this year as a couple of things won't be ready to harvest till late autumn.

''This was a short write up as I have been busy helping Abbot Benar and now need to help with some other things.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fortieth Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Such a wonderful glorious surprise came to us! It was during lunch today. The dibbuns have returned to us, they are home! Also home is Xander Winters, Champion Matilda, Keldorn, Caleb, and Dorarose our gatekeeper. With them is Lord Ciocan and some of his hares. We also have 5 new otter dibbuns that I believe will be going to Camp Willow with the Skipper. Log-a-log and his GUOSIM also had led the group to the abbey when they meet up at the River Moss.''

''There were many hugs and tears of joy, I know our Badger Mother Krisha was very happy and I am glad she has her happiness back. She also has her mate Xander back, and her son Oz... Oz has grown up a little and is walking now and starting to speak some.''

''I busied myself with finding out what happen with their journeys and still have some others to speak to, but do not worry it will all be written down and recorded.''

''I think our Friar Lacota is glad they are home, even if he did need to find more for lunch and dinner. Abbot Benar is planning a feast in a couple of days to celebrate and I also overheard there may be a wedding, it seems Leigh and Oswald of the GUOSIM are to be wed soon, I must congratulate them once I get a chance. Beasts stayed up late and I think I am finally getting tired and will go to bed soon my friends. I shall write more later.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-First Entry, Early September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write down more updates as I have spoken with the returned heroes. It seems the slavers led by the vixen Mistclaw and the ferret Kurgan were working for a wolverine named Gorax, and Gorax had a slave compound on the island of Terromont of all places, yes, the same island that Joseph the Bell Ringer was on so many seasons ago.''

''Champion Matilda and the other heroes followed the slavers down the River Moss and to the Western Shore where they temporarily lost the slavers, Xander Winters was seriously injured and poisoned, but he was saved at the last possible moment by Lord Ciocan at Salamandastron. Xander Winters slowly recovered over the next 8 weeks while the other heroes lead by Lord Ciocan went after the slavers. There was a battle and the heroes won, the evil slaver Gorax and the rest of the slavers were killed, the dibbuns and other slaves were freed. There was even a victory feast at the mountain, how nice. The heroes then made their way finally to Redwall Abbey!''

''Camp Willow seems to have gained 5 orphaned otter dibbuns and Redwall has gained a couple of orphan vole dibbuns. A couple of squirrel dibbuns and a mouse family was reunited that lived in Mossflower Woods. I think our Champion Matilda is finally catching up on much needed sleep after all the thank yous she got. She did have to deal with the death of the mole dibbun Burfy, he had wanted one day to be Foremole... his mother, father, and grandma will stay at the abbey but they are saddened by his death. We will likely have a small moment of silence for Burfy at the feast, and anyone else that lost their lives as I was told 4 Long Patrol hares did die... all in all, our heroes were very lucky as there could have well been more deaths.''

''A seagull named Rufus has gone to tell Ferravale of our good news, we are even planning a feast at the abbey in a couple of days and I am sure the hares look forward to it. The hares are behaving themselves as Ciocan has told them to not go near the kitchens, no large snacks, and to act like the good guest they are and not eat food just cause it's there, hee hee... it was a rather interesting meeting to overhear from the back of the room, the feast, however, well, I suppose we will see. The GUOSIM did have extra late strawberries and even went nut gathering in the woods for some extra stuff for the feast. We should be fine though. I shall write more after the feast, I am sure Abbot Benar is thinking up a very good name for the Autumn season. And maybe the wedding of Leigh and Oswald will happen, but that could happen another day and if so, that too is good. I must go help our new novice, oh yes, we have a new novice... Xander Winters.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #42-44, Autumn of Plenty II''' ==
Written from September to November, Autumn of Plenty II, the twenty-second season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Second Entry, Late September ===
''Dear friends,

''Summer of Hopefully Beginnings, that was the season and, I like it. There was a wedding at the start of the feast, Oswald and Leigh of the GUOSIM shrews are now husband and wife. We also had a moment of silence for the mole dibbun we lost. We also lost Keldorn just a couple days ago, a rare ambush on the road on the way back from the GUOSIM camp, he will surely be missed by many as this came as a surprise. Tenzin made sure the vermin, who killed Keldorn, was slain. The threat to anyone else is gone now.''

''The feast went very well and there was plenty for all as Ferravale and Camp Willow helped with some supplies. I also learned a little more about the trip to find the dibbuns and get them home safe. I shall write more later for I need to take a nap.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Third Entry, October ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have heard plans slowly are coming about for a late Autumn Feast, maybe late October or early November. It is starting to look like Autumn now as leaves turn colours of reds, oranges, and yellows even.''

''Our new Novice Xander is doing well, though I think Elder Kenny is making our new novice very tried with chores. I should go, hmmms maybe I can have Xander help dust the library and put some books away for me.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fourth Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''The Autumn of Plenty, that was the season name. Sorry I have not written in a little while been busy. I have decided to take a small couple of weeks break. I will be at Brock Hall with Mother Krisha and Novice Xander, little Oz their son is there too. I have always wanted to see Brock Hall and never went, but that changes now and ...I do need a break at times so why not I said. I shall write some of my 2-week stay.''

''Not too much has happen at the abbey, the dibbuns seem to have mostly recovered from their time as slaves, for this I am glad. The dibbun Ciana, the little hare, seems to have trouble making friends and I do hope she makes some friends soon. Her father was the hare Jet hat was forced to work with the slavers but no one should hold this against the little one.''

''I am gonna go now. I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #45-48, Winter of Reflection II''' ==
Written from December to November, Winter of Reflection II, the twenty-third season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Fifth Entry, December ===
''Dear Friends,''

''Winter is surely on time and just in time for the solstice in fact. We got hit with a major snowstorm. a blizzard that has dumped 5 feet of snow, there are drifts that are 6-7 foot along the walls of our abbey. I am unsure if any beast got stuck in the storm or not. I know a Long Patrol hare was on his way to the abbey and got stuck, luckily he got to our gates and was able to get in, just in time as well as an otter maid that was with him.''

''Our Gatekeeper Dorarose and her family was stuck in the gatehouse and our Champion stuck in her cottage. Though the Champion seems to be fine after we cleared a path to the abbey building. Dorarose and her family will stay in a guest room inside the abbey.''

''It feels odd not to hear the abbey bells, then we have yet to clear a path to the Bell Tower. So some beasts have slept in a couple of times, and we sort of let them for now. We have plenty of food. We also have plenty of firewood for the fires so we are fine for the winter and more wood could always be gotten from the shed, or if seriously needed the nearby woodlands.''

''We also have helped the Sparra find a missing egg chick, the little one is okay and healing our infirm. Some of the abbey have a hard time understanding the Sparra... I have learned the language thanks to our Badger Mother and a few others known the Sparra talk as well. The Sparra have mentioned our weather vane fell off the abbey roof into the rose garden, we will have to find it and then figure out how to get it back onto the roof, maybe just wait till Spring I say.''

''The hare from the Long Patrol is named Lt. Velm, he is a healer and will stay with us till Spring when Elbio, our new Residential Abbey Hare should be back with us. Velm brought news things are well in Salamandastron, but I do wonder what the storm may have brought to them as storms tend to travel west to east and it came from the west, maybe we can ask Elbio when he gets here in the spring as I am sure whatever the storm may have brought to the Western Shores Lord Ciocan and his hares can handle it.''

''It is almost time for our Snow Badger day events, the night before is stories and special cider, milk, and cookies for the dibbuns, and of course, the grown-ups can have cookies as well. I will be the one to tell the Snow Badger Story this season, hmms maybe I can ask Velm to help as it's always nice to have a hare around to help with the story. Anyway, I must get going, it's almost dinnertime. I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Sixth Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''More has been found. The weather vane had fallen off the roof, but our Sparra friends helped us find it. The weather vane has been placed somewhere safe till we can get it back on the roof, likely the first few weeks of spring.''

''We have cleared paths to the gatehouse and champion cottage, as well as a small one to the pond, one to the rose garden as well, but a part of the path to the rose garden was messed up... that is okay as we do not need to go to the garden in winter anyways, the only need we had was to get the weather vane and we have that. A path is being worked on to the Kitchen Yard.''

''Our guest Velm is interesting, seems he had some memory loss but has gotten most of it back through help from various abbey beasts. He is also a healer and has said he can help the infirm. He will stay with us till spring and head back once our Residential hare Elbio is back, which is supposed to be in the Spring.''

''This winter is colder than usual, but we are warm inside the abbey.''

''We also recently have a cat as a guest, she mentioned a friend is elsewhere, maybe we will have a couple more guests this winter, guests are always nice and can bring wonderful stories to the abbey of their travels.''

''I have to go, I shall write more later,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Seventh Entry, Mid January ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I write this with a heavy heart this evening. My friend Xander Winters is dead. It fills me with my grief, others are sad as well. I know not all the details, I am unsure anyone knows fully what happen to my dear, dear friend. I spoke to a couple of beasts and learned it's possible our guest Esmeray had something to do with it. Is it possible she killed my friend, a friend I had known for very long. Xander helped me and my son Minsc through a lot, Xander was a good friend to all. Xander was also a father to Oz, a husband to our Badger Mother, and a friend to all at the abbey young and old.''

''Sadly the cat Esmeray is long gone, and snow still makes travel very hard, hopefully for her as well.''

''Another issue is the missing cub Oz, no dibbun should have to go through being taken, and not so long after the dibbuns had been found and rescued from those slavers in summer and autumn time.''

''We will have a funeral for Xander in a few days. In the meantime, I will see if my eagle friend Silverwing can keep an eye out for the cat Esmeray, or any clue to where she and the badger cub Oz is. If the cat is not the one who ended my friend's life then she very well knows who did the horrible, dishonourable deed.''

''Excuse me I need to tend to a couple of things. I will update again when more news is heard.''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Eighth Entry, February ===
''Dear friends,''

''We just recently has the Winter Feast, a simple one and even had a visit from our friends the GUOSIM. Also a couple days later Brother Sinway returned from his trip to Green isle and was updated on any news he missed.''

''In other news we are to get the weather vane but up top the abbey roof soon.Also the dibbun treehouse will be fixed. I need to tend to something, I will write again soon.''

Brother Gorvenalus, Redwall Abbey Recorder

'''The following note has been added at the bottom of the page:''' No entries were made during the Spring of the Flowing River, the twenty-fourth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entry #49, Summer of Homecoming''' ==
Written during June, Summer of Homecoming', the twenty-fifth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Forty-Ninth Entry, Late June ===
''Dear Friends,''

''I have not written in the logs in a while. I am sorry so I have a lot to catch up on indeed.''

''As spring came we finally got the weather vane back on the roof. The Sparra and their Queen Chestnut were very helpful in letting a small group into the lofts. The moles also helped to get the weather vane back on top of the Abbey, though the moles did not like the height at all.''

S''ome sad news also to share, the Log-a-log Vilfred has died, an ambush happened at the GUOSIM camp. A passing band of vermin took over the camp. Vilfred son, Xavier got help from Ferravale and got the camp back and the group of vermin were killed.''

''The new GUOSIM leader is new Log-a-log Xavier, I know he will do well. In fact we had the Spring Feast at the GUOSIM camp.''

''As Summer had come the GUOSIM decided to have a river trip and invited me along. It sounds exciting and I will be sure to write about the trip as we travel, but no worries we are back in time for the Summer feast in a few weeks.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #50-52, ''Autumn of Peace'' ''' ==
Written from September to December, ''Autumn of Peace,'' the twenty-sixth season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

'''The season name has been clearly added in after the main body was written in two places; beneath the names are the following inked out words:''' ''Unnamed Autumn following the Summer of Homecoming'' and ''an unnamed Autumn,'' respectively.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fiftieth Entry, Late September ===
''Dear Friends,''

''It has indeed been a while since I have updated, been busy I suppose. During the Summer there was a trip up and down the River Moss with the GUOSIM. It was great fun to explore and have some peace and quiet, even updated a couple maps of Mossflower while I was on the trip. The GUOSIM are indeed a very interesting group.''

''We had the Summer Feast at the abbey. A surprise was there for us all, Mother Krisha's son Oz was alive and back home, we also had a couple hare guests. One was Zolomon '''M''' who is no longer in the Long Patrol and may decide to live at the abbey.''

''Life at the abbey is good,''

Brother Gorvenalus,
Redwall Abbey Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-First Entry, November ===
''Dear Friends,''

''A lot has happen. Zolomon '''M''' is no longer welcomed in the Abbey, or Mossflower. He has murdered the otter Errpeal and a small family of innocent ferrets. His trail was at Ferravale and he was banished from Mossflower, if he returns... it means death for him. Many were surprised of the hare's change.''

''Lt. Elbio is taking the news to the Western Shores.''

''But not all news is bad news. There is still the autumn feast and many look forward to it.''

''Signed,''

BROTHER GORVENALUS,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Second Entry, December ===

''Dear friends,''

''The autumn of Peace is almost over, winter is soon to come within about 2 weeks.
Lt. Elbio has not returned yet, perhaps he is spending the winter. I do hope he is alright, but he must be as we would of gotten news if he was not.''

''The dibbuns, Mother Krisha, and others get ready for the Snow badger for he too, comes soon.''

''Signed,''

Brother GORVENLUS,
Redwall recorder

'''A note has been inserted by the compiler:''' ''Lieutenant Elbio H. Reed was grievously wounded by the creature Z. Anderson '''M''', one of the last evil deeds committed by that cursed hare ere his death by the paws of the Long Patrol. The now retired lieutenant has settled in Halyard village with his daughter, or so we have been told; he shall not return to Redwall.''

== '''Brother Gorvenalus' Records, Entries #53-54, Winter of the Squirrel ''' ==
Written from December to March, Winter of the Squirrel, the twenty-seventh season following Father Benar's appointment to the position of Abbot of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Third Entry, January ===

''Dear friends,''

''We are into winter now and have had a light snow. Things are well here in the abbey.''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus
Redwall Recorder

=== Brother Gorvenalus' Fifty-Fourth Entry, March ===

''Greetings Friends,''

''We just had our winter feast.'' Winter of the Squirrel. ''I think as the abbot said, it fits nicely.''
''An old Abbey friend, John as returned. Also the Gawtrybe are back and will be spending a few days in the abbey till they can find a new home in Mossflower woods.''
''The seasons have been peaceful and I do hope they stay peaceful. We still have our peace treaty with Ferravale and that is always good.''

''A tree fell in the woods. We have decided to use the wood from the tree for any woodwork needed and maybe some firewood as well. A family of 4 squirrels (a mother, father, two dibbuns) lived in the tree and I have been told an owl may have lived on the very top of the tree,but I am unsure. A group of beasts plan to go to where the tree is in the next couple days.''

''Also named spring.''

''Winter of the Squirrel''

''Spring of the Friendly Bee''

''Signed,''

Brother Gorvenalus...
Redwall Abbey Recorder

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A Tale of Three Delinquint Squirrels

2025-10-26T05:43:42Z

OlRandom: /* Part I: A meeting, Summer */

Seasons ago, in the time when Lorimis' was Abbot & the village of Ferravale was newly founded, two squirrel youths set out from Redwall Abbey in search of grand adventure and - more importantly to the two - their families, the MacGarrans & the [[The_McCullough_Clan|McCulloughs]]. They came in time to the city of Collinsel, a choice they came to regret. Yet they stayed in that place for a season or more, despite being forced to resort to stealing and rummaging for scraps to survive and living, for a time, in an old warehouse. An even younger squirrel joined them for a time, but he came and went as he pleased - they never were able to say goodbye in the end.

But eventually they left that eastern port & returned to Mossflower, a little bit older and (hypothetically) a little bit wiser.

:''OOC: From roughly April 2012 to sometime in 2013 when we both went inactive for a time, my character John and the character Trisscar (played by [[:Category:Cotten 300|cotton 300]]) spent RPing in Collinsel. These logs are all that was recorded on the Radio regarding the characters at that time, and most are incomplete. I've tried to fill in the gaps going off of my own memory, but this is not a perfect solution.''

:''Furthermore, when our characters returned to Mossflower in 2014 we had an discussion concerning changing our character’s names. John’s last name was retconned from ‘McGrove’ to MacGarran, while Trisscar’s name was changed to Trillis, as the player wished to be more separate from the books. I’ve edited these logs to make them easier to read (as at the time I was a dreadful speller & RPer) as well as changed the names when used to keep things constant with later logs.''

== Part I: A meeting, Summer ==
''John & Trillis had first arrived in the city in the spring before departing north for Marshank with the latter's brother, where they fought vermin who had taken residence there. Neither John nor Trillis were particularly skilled in battle, and got out only by the skin of their teeth (and help from the otter Tristan, possibly). Beaten and battered, they limped back to Collinsel... Having left Tristan, and the fight, behind.''

Trillis siting at a table looking sourly down at a mug of ale. There is a rat beside her who is grinning "Yew said you would drink the WHOLE thing"

Trillis frowns "I did not know how it tasted then."

The tavern doors swing open and a hooded figure is seen filling the doorway. As he steps inside the tavern, you can see that his green-grey cloak is ripped, muddy, and generally travel- and battle-worn. He looks around, his eyes hidden by his hood. He spots Trillis and walks calmly over to her, sitting across from her. His identity still remains a secret, unless she can tell by the longbow on his back and the distinctive cloak.

Trillis shakes her head at the rat "You can have it" The rat takes the ale happily. Trillis sees the cloaked figure "Yes?" she does not know who it is.

Tristan pushes back the stained and dirty hood to reveal a tired and dirty face, but a face Trillis should recognize. He says nothing however, just looking at her.

A slow smiles spreads across the squirrelmaid's face. "Tristan!" she frowns slightly, "You look horrible."

Tristan still looks at her with that same even, almost unsettling expression. "Thanks." he says roughly, "That tends to happen when you spend a few weeks trapped in an ancient fortress with enemies on all sides." he says, a very very faint trace of anger working into his tone.

Trillis senses what might be coming. "About that... Sorry we could not get back sooner we were planing to go back in a few days." she frowns than brightens slightly "Can I buy you a drink?"

Tristan taps his paw on the table, "You would've been killed if you had tried to come back, I don't really blame you." he shakes his head no to the offer of the drink.

Trillis nods, "So som'one took Marshank?" she toys with the fox ear that is in place of the one that got cut off.

Tristan glances at the ear, "You don't look so great yourself." after a few seconds he said. "Pretty sure. There was a fox there that was keeping them at bay, wild fighter. But he's most likely dead now. Dosn't matter. That merc group's got a horde as well, so they'll most likely hold the fortress soon enough.

Trillis glares slightly. "Are you insulting MY EAR?!?!" she frowns than her ears perk "Who was the fox?"

Tristan seems to be unfazed by her glare and brief outburst, "Think his name was Moontail. Wore a hooded cloak, very messed up face."

Trillis frowns "He had better not be dead. Me and him have a fight to fight."

"Judging by how he fought against that horde, you'd be pretty well outmatched I think." he says calmly.

Trillis scowls "Never. I am a McCullough and I WILL kill him."

Tristan nods, "Mhm, sure." he says, obviously unimpressed by her display of bravado.

Tristan stands and walks towards the stairs, "I need some sleep, we'll talk more later."

== Part II. A meeting, continued ==

Tristan walks downstairs, having cleaned up and slept some, he looks much better. His cloak has been left in his room, and he's just wearing a freshly washed tunic.

Trillis is sitting in a corner with and extreme frown on her face. She does not notice Tristan.

Tristan walks over to her table, pulling out a chair and sitting down and leaning back in it. He looks over at Trillis, decides it might not be a great idea to mess with her for the moment, and turns to look at the other patrons.

Trillis looks up as Tristan sits down "Oh, hello. Do you feel better?" She still seems rather 'long in the face' but she brightens some to have some company.

Tristan nods, "I do. Still need to rest here some more, but I think I may go back to the Abbey soon. I've been away from..." he seems reluctant to say 'home', "There too long. My sister's probably wondering where I've been."

Trillis asks, "Who is your sister?"

"Aeris." he says, picking at a scab on the back of his paw from a shallow cut.

Trillis shakes her head. "I have never met her." she frowns again and she completely changes the subject "I am worried. Do you think I will ever find my clan?"

Tristan shrugs, "No idea. I heard that there's been a few running around here, but I haven't seen any."

Trillis sighs than grins and says jokingly, "I should start a hunt for them"

Tristan nods, "If you do, count me out."

Trillis chuckles "Don't worry, You have been through enough already."

Tristan grabs a small glass of whiskey off the tray of a passing waitress and takes a sip. "Whatever happened to John and your brother."

Trillis grins "They are still around. They are trying to recover from a battle we had with Morgoth and his slave, what was his name? Som'thing like Fume?" she shrugs "Who knows."

Tristan shakes his head, "Don't know. Anyways," he says, drinking the rest of his whiskey, "I'll probably head back to the abbey soon. Happy hunting."

Trillis nods. "It will be joyful hunting indeed. If you see Helmut back at the Abbey tell him I said hi!"

Tristan nods, spinning the glass in his paw, "I will."

Trillis sighs and than yawns "all the food I stole is for nothing." she shrugs "oh well." she stand up and stretches "I am off to bed. Good-night and Good-bye if I do not see you before you leave" She starts to head toward the stairs

Tristan just nods to her, sitting alone, thinking.

== Part III. The Harbenger, Summer ==

Trillis is sitting at the bar drinking one of her favorite drinks... water.

The doors swing open, and a large black crow hops in and perches next to her on a barstool.

Trillis eyes the crow. "Yes?"

The crow looks at her with beady yellow eyes. "KRAW! You are trillis-squirrel."

Trillis looks slightly annoyed that this crow nows her name "Yes I am. How did you know that?"

Dethwing drops his rasping voice. "Master told me."

Trillis frowns "who is your master and how did HE know my name?"

Dethwing grins malicously. ''"You'' know Master. He gave you things."

Trillis sips her water and than she looks like she might know what Dethwing is talking about "What did he give me? And what is your master's name?"

Dethwing points with a talon to the deep scar on the squirrel's shoulder. "He give you that..." He points to several other injuries. "And that... and that... and that."

Trillis holds up a paw. "Okay, okay, I know who you are talking about. So, why are you here? Are you here to kill me or som'thing?"

Dethwing clacks his beak. "Master does not leave loose ends lying about. Master wants to keep track of them. Master would kill you but Master is busy."

Trillis laughs "He will have a hard time killing this squirrel.... I hope. So you are his spy? Why doesn't he just let you kill me so that he does not have to?"

"Because Master doesn't want to risk me losing." Dethwing clacks his beak again. "But I have other ideas..." He suddenly hops up onto the bar and advances on Trillis.

Trillis laughs slightly as the crow comes closer. She sighs and slips off her stool and with a flick of her wrists she has he weapons in paw "Do we REALLY have to fight?"

"...No. But do I WANT to..." Dethwing laughs harshly. "Yes." He bobs and weaves from side to side, waiting for the squirrel to make the first move.

Trillis sighs again and mutters something about birds being stubborn. She stands ready and decides that if the bird is not going to move than she will not either.

''So that's how she wants it.'' Dethwing suddenly cackles... (or maybe it's CAWckles?) and leaps at the squirrel, talons extended. Unless she has lightning reflexes, the crow's going to land gripping her shoulders.

Trillis tried to duck but the talons find there mark and She gives a yelp of pain but does not wast time in stabbing up at the crow.

Dethwing's thick feathers deflect the blade, however. He rakes at the squirrel's shoulder with his claws, hoping to reopen the wounds.

Trillis gives out a scream then she bites at Dethwings leg.

Dethwing howls and stabs savagely downward with his beak. Several other patrons of the tavern glance over; barfights aren't as common here.

Trillis keeps hold of the leg and bites down VERY hard. Than the beak hits. Her head now has a nice gash in it and she slumps to the ground, not dead but very hurt.

Darkwatcher caws triumphantly, then shrieks as the teeth hit him. "RAKARSKRAW!"

Trillis is still knocked out. Her head is bleeding nicely and she could bleed to death if she is not helped soon.

Dethwing crows victoriously again and flies out like a messenger of ill omen... Which he is.

Fortunately for Trillis, a nearby patron of the bar, a battlescarred but kind-looking mole, leans over and begins bandaging the downed squirrel, also applying herbs. " 'Old ee still naow, moi dearie. Oi'll soon 'ave ee up'n'walking aboawt."

Trillis groans but her eyes stay closed. "Wha' happened?"

The mole shakes his head, still speaking rustically. "Some gurt big narsty crowburd sloiced ee head open loike a ripe watermelon."

Trillis groans again "Great. Will I live?"

"Hurr noaw..." The mole looks concerned, but a bit relieved at the same time. "Oi surpose...as long as ee doan't go a-foightin' giant burdybeasts furr a whoile, ee prob'ly will..."

Trillis sighs and opens her eyes with a wince. "That is going to be hard"

The mole tightens the bandage a bit and stands back. "Thurr! All done naow. Now, moi dearie, Oi'd reccermend that ee find a noice, quiet place, maybe an inn or summat, away from 'eres where ee can keep ee head daown furr a whoiles."

Trillis touches her head gingerly. "But I can't leave here. My brother would be wondering where I am if I left. By the way, you have my thanks sir. I am Trillis."

"Whoi thank ee. Oi be called Gurt." The mole tuggs his snout politely and returns to the bar.

Trillis nods, "Thank you Gurt." She starts to stand and than she picks up her dirk and sheaths it again

"Ee take care, naow, dearie." Gurt orders an ale and seems to suddenly blend in with the other patrons.

Trillis waves. "That I will." she sighs and sits back down on a chair, "If I ever come in with that bird again I will do som'ting more than bite his leg."

Dethwing is back... for a moment. He pokes his head in. "And I will do more than peck head! I KILL and bring your bleeding heart to Master for Dethwing's dinner!" Then he's gone.

Trillis Laughs at the bird "I look forward the it. I hope my heart kills you!"

Gurt tugs his snout one more time. "If ee do ever needsa healerbeast... Just ask fer Gurt Longblade, moi dearie."

== Part IV. October, the Sewers ==
''John had been arrested for several minor crimes in the Summer. He spent over a season in prison until Autumn... ''

A few minutes later, a cloaked squirrel drops down a hatch in the roof, lands in the filth with a grunt, but does not let himself fall completely into it. He moves out of the light of the hole silently. "Huh... tha'll keep them busae for a li'le..." he mutters.

Murph jumps a bit and turns to face the newcomer. "Erm, 'ello?" he offers.

"Whae's thare?" John says as he turns to face the direction the voice came from. "Aeh, 'tis only... 'ellae, whae are ye?"

"Ahr..." The younger squirrel deliberates for a moment, then offers a paw. "M'naoime's McMurphy. Murphy J. McMurphy, t'be exact, bu' ye c'n call me Murph."

John looks at him, "Hmm... well, Ah'm John MacGarran... tell me, Murph, wot are ye daeing down 'ere?"

"Runnin' frum them," the oddly-accented lad replies, gesturing towards where the shouts and yells were coming from.

John says, "Aeh... sae then why are they chassin' ye?"

" 'Cos o' dis," Murph answers, holding up the crusty half that remains of the loaf of gritty bread that was scrawny to start with.

John looks at Murph with pity in his eyes ,"Ahh... ye stole... well, if Ah were ye Ah'd keep runin' cause thay donnae seem tha' happy..."

Murph nods a few times, cups a paw to his ears, then grins in relief. "Ach, they've run off the other weiy."

John says, "Hmm... well then, enjoy yer meal."

Murph shrugs after a moment. "Erm, okay, I guess..." He glances at his paw mournfully; he finished the bread without realizing it, and offers a sheepish grin. "Ach, it seems somebeast has stoled ''mah'' bread as well."

John says, "Heh..." his ear twitches "Say, d' these sewers connact again at som' point?"
Murph's whiskers twitch and he taps one paw to his nose knowingly. "Yer right ther, mait. They all join up again sooner'r'lae-ter. I noo me way aroond the se'ers li'e naebeast else."

John says, "Aeh, well maybae it'll bae best if ye wen't the direction thay went..."

Murph blinks. "Why would that wirk, John maite?"

John says, "'Couse b' thae time thae beasts ge' 'ere, they'll won' look whare thay a'ready 'ave..."

Murph nods after a moment. "Pretty good idea..."

"Hmm...well, Ah'd get movin' soon..." John says, "If Ah were ye."

Murph nods. "Thanks--John." He sprints off down the tunnels, the crosshilt of the short sword sheathed on his back gleaming slightly in the murk

"Well, let's hope that they wont find ye!" he calls after Murph.

== Part V. Advice & another Squirrel ==

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here. But Murph was ''bored,'' and the young squirrel had had enough of the oppressive shadows where he was hiding. Now he creeps through the entry area, unsure of what he's looking for, or where he's going, dodging from cover to cover and looking nervously in all directions.

Macari was quite surprised to walk out of the woods and find herself right in front of a rather large, impressive city such as Collinsel. Curious as always, she sauntered up to the gates and with little trouble was given entry. Now she's standing in the middle of the street, taking in the hustle and bustle around her, quite unsure of what she would like to do next.

Murph weaves between bystanders, checking his pockets and the pouch at his side every time anybeast inadvertantly jostles him. He doesn't want anything stolen--least of all what's in the pouch. He spots Macari and, on a whim, begins weaving his way over to her.

Macari is quite relaxed and when she sees the other squirrel headed towards her she turns to face him and waits for him to get closer before greeting him. "Afternoon." She says, and nods. "How're you?"

"Ach, I could be be'er, could be wairse, ye noo." Murph half-smiles. His accent is strange, Northern for sure, but not quite Highland or Border. "But I keep askin' mahsel', 'twere it really a guid idea to drop by this plahce?"

Macari holds her paws out and looks around. "I don't even know where I am, friend. Perhaps you could enlighten me and then I could give you the answer you're looking for." She grins.

"City o' Collinsel, marm," the other squirrel answers, smiling fully now. "Home o' the pickpockets, the ta'ern brawlers, th' fugitive woodlan'ers, an' the angry guards--oh, an' the grand auld suiw'rs."

Macari's expression crumples a bit, mostly out of consternation and the knowledge that she's somehow ended up in a place that seems...not so nice. "Is that why you were being so protective of your bag?" Instinctively she reaches up to touch the pommel of her weapon to make sure that it is still strapped across her back. "Is it as bad as it sounds?"

"Erm, somewha', I mus' admit," Murph laughs nervously and reaches for the pouch, just to assure himself that it's still there. "Depen's, tha'."

"Oh." Macari laughs and looks around. "Well, it doesn't look so bad from where I'm standing. Surely not /everone/ is a thief or brawler?"

Murph says, "Ach, not oot here in front o' th' guards, I suppose."

Macari laughs again. "Oh that's just fantastic." Still, sounds like fun. "Well then, where would you suggest that someone start if they wished to explore this dangerous city of yours?"

Murph shrugs. "It isnae mahne, marm, but I'd reccomend the Thorn an' Shadow fer food an' the lahke, fer a start...There's an arena, whoddyercallit, er... Colliseum'r'suchlike somewhere 'roond here, but I dinnae know what they do there...Ach, wherever ye go, marm, keep yer head doon and dinnae attract much attention."

Macari smiles slyly and ducks her head in acknowledgement of the warning. "I'll keep that in mind, friend. Thank you."

Murph nods. "Yer welcome, marm. Oh, an' if ye have tae run faer it... the suiw'rs be good fer losin' anybeast who may 'appen tae be pursuin' ye."

Macari wrinkles her nose but nods anyways. "Alright... I'll.. consider that." Sewers... ick. But just in case, "Uhm, how do I get in there?"

"Ach, there's gratin's, openin's, outlets an' that seuirt o' thing wherever ye look, marm." The younger squirrel grins.

Macari nods her head slowly, thoughtfully. "Alright, okay. Anything else I should know before I head off?"

== Part VI. The November Hideout ==

Trillis sits in the middle of the room, cleaning her meager amount copper coins that she has acquired from the sewer. The day is over cast and cloudy, the clouds just waiting for the perfect moment to let loose with a torrent of rain.

There's a soft, hesitant knock at the door, followed by a muttered, "I hopes this be the right place..." That odd semi-Northern accent again.

Trillis looks up sharply and quickly grabs up her coins, stuffing them down her sleeve. They now make a suspicious clinking noise whenever she moves her arm. She creeps over to the door and opens it a crack. "Who's there?" She asks in a scratchy whisper.

"Ach, 'tis Murph," the voice answers. "D'ye remember me, marm?"

Trillis frowns and thinks a moment than shakes her head. "Nope, not at all. Your voice does sound a bit familiar though." It would seem that she was so absorbed in finding the coin the other day, that she completely forgot about the other squirrel. This is what she gets from getting hit over the head a couple million times.

Outside, the other squirrel glances over his shoulder nervously before whispering hurriedly, "In the sue-w'rs i' t'were, marm. Now d'ye think ye could open up the auld door an' let me in before the rats an' what-have-ye find me?"

Trillis thinks a moment, starting to recall the conversation. "Oh yes! You were the thief, right?" She opens the door all the way and the coins clink. "Come in, come in." She says with a smile.

Murph ducks in, muttering, "Ach, thief they called me but Ah'm nue thief." Settling down inside on a crate, he tips his hat to the other squirrel. "Thank ye, marm."

Trillis glances outside quickly before shutting the door behind Murph. She turn (with a clink from her sleeve) and nods. "You are welcome. So you are not a thief? What do you call taking bread?" She settles down on a crate across from Murph and looks at him curiously, propping her chin up on her fist.

Spreading his paws wide, Murph says, " 'unger, I suppose."

Trillis laughs out loud. "I suppose that is the reason to all of our thieving. I hope you are not expecting too much food from me since I hardly have enough for myself and my....other companions." She says nothing as to the identity of her companions.

Murph straightens his posture at this. "There be more of ye?"

Trillis nods. "Oh yes. There are..." She counts on her fingers. "There are five of us counting me." She is in one of her better moods, or she would be a lot more guarded with her information.

Murph's expression brightens. "Ach, that's grand, that is. Companions, ye say...Where be ye goin' tae?"

Trillis frowns. She already has said to much and she knows it, but she does not have the heart to not tell the younger squirrel nothing at all. "We are going... to the coast." She does not specify which coast and figures it is a safe answer.

"Ar, th' coast." Murph nods sagely. "I bin up there lang seasons ag'oo. Righ' cold n' wet up theres is about all I kin remember, thou'."

Trillis nods and leans back. "Yes, it IS very wet. How long where you there?" The time has come to squeeze the past from her guest!

"Ach..." Murph's footpaws don't quite reach the floor, and he swings them back and forth idly. "I dinnae know, but it werenae ver' long, Ah remember...I think that I had been lost or suchlike, ye knoo."

Trillis nods secretively. She is getting back into one of her moods. "Oh yes, I know. You said your name is Murph, true?"

Murph says, "Eh, actually m'name's McMurphy... Murphy J. McMurphy, bu' I've found 'tis easier t'leave it at Murph."

Trillis nods again, this time it is not at all secretive. "I see. Well, I am..." She thinks a moment. "You can call me Draft." She has never used a fake name before, but she is enjoying herself to the fullest.

"Ach, Draft." Murph gives a sly grin. "Me auld fatheir's best friend, 'e went by the name o' Draft."

Trillis looks quite shocked. "Are you insinuating that I knew your father?!"

"Nae, nae, marm, I only be sayin' tha' me fatheir, 'e liked 'is drink, so 'e did." Murph laughs, with a bit of bitterness in his tone.

Trillis's shock turns to horror. "Are you saying that I was or am a bar maid?! Why you cheeky little... BUSH!" Bush? Really? She could not think of anything better? "Just for that I should throw you out to the guards! Or take matters into my own paws and just kill you right now!" Of course she would NEVER kill the other squirrel, but she is mad and when she is mad... it's not pretty.

Murph raises his paws quickly. "Nae, nae, marm, sorry, didnae mean naught like that, I jus' meant that ma fatheir partial t'the occasional draft of ale naew an' then." In a cold, disillusioned mutter, he adds, "...an' more often then nae it 'twere ''now."''

Trillis's madness boils down into nothing. "Oh... Sorry, I did not mean to be rude." She mutters something about jokes these days than raises an eyebrow "So he was a drunk?"

Murph's bright, keen eyes are cold and distant. "Bloody reight, tha'. Ach, a real slob 'e were, tae."

Sorrow fills Trillis's eyes. "I am sorry. Do you know if he still lives?"

"Bludy well 'ope 'e ain't too 'appy if 'e does," Murph mutters.

Trillis frowns. "He is your father. Are you sure you should be wishing bad luck on him?"

Murph scowls. "Ar, 'e deserves it all. 'e was a righ' moonster most days, an' that 'twere when he was sober, ye ken."

Trillis nods pityingly. "So what happened? Did you run?" She is curious now, her bright eyes showing it.

"Ach, 'e went off tae the auld tavern an' never come 'ome," Murph says, shaking his head resignedly. "Ach, auld Mammie died soon after, Ah believe thar was a plague'r'suchlike goin' aroond..."

Trillis shakes her head, her own voice turning bitter. "I hate plague. Hate it, hate it, hate it." At each 'hate' she slams her fist into her over paw.

Murph's eyes spark with the recognition of a beast who's been through similar torment. "Ach, 's braw evil stuff..."

Trillis sighs. "Last I heard beasts never live through it."

"Demn right," Murph mutters bitterly.

== Part VII. November, The Mole ==

Murph, only visible as a dark outline in a sea of dim, gloomy drab gray is sitting in the darkness on a dusty shipping crate, looking in all directions--the darkness is starting to get to him. After a few minutes, a quiet, tentative humming slips through the oppressive silence, and finally, a soft, almost lamenting song. ''"Low lie/The fields/Of Athenry.... Where once we watched/The small free birds fly... Our love was on the wing/We had dreams, and songs to sing..."'' Then a sweet thrumming of some stringed instrument, and a conclusion of, ''"It's so lonely/ 'round the fields/Of Athenry..."''

Rustle, rustle, rustle, goes the sound behind one to the crates that is farthest away from the door and in one of the darkest, most damp corner. Above the crate there can be seen two ears, one of a squirrel and the other of a... fox? That's odd.

The young squirrel blinks, although that can't be seen in shadows deep as this, and turns swiftly to face the noises. "Um...'ello?" He stashes something in a pouch hanging at his side, and reaches behind his left shoulder slowly. "Anybeast aboot?"

Suddenly two eyes pop up on the other side of the crate, the left one twitching now and then. Soon a voice can be heard, nearly yelling. "Of course there are beasts about! Are you blind?!?" Trillis, who was behind the crate, leaps on top of it, holding her rusty machete over her head and looking down and Murph with burning eyes. Yup. She is in a rather grumpy mood. Be warned.

In that same instant, a yell, and the other squirrel is up on his footpaws and there's a thick-bladed short sword in his paws. "Wot th'?!"

Trillis glares down at Murph and lowers her weapon only a little bit. "So, what brings you here?"

"I dinna 'ave naeplace else tae go, miz," Murph answers defensively.

Trillis sighs and lowers her machete a little more, but there is still plenty of acid in her eyes. "Oh? So you come HERE?! Did any of the guard follow you? We could all be killed!" She says nothing of all the times she has snuck out and almost gotten caught or why she and the rest of her group are hiding from the guards.

Murph backs away a bit, then thrusts out his jaw argumentatively. " 'ey, t'were eithaer that'r' 'ave mah head dec'ratin' the auld walltops on a bloody speike. I have nuewhere else tae go, eithair."

Trillis mutters darkly. "So you came here, wanting to escape the guards and put me and my groups life at risk?" Her voice is calm, almost soothing, but her eyes still burn. It would seem she is jumping to conclusions..... again.

"Ye 'ave swords an' suchlike," Murph argues. "An' ye noo 'ow te fight, d'ye noo?"

Trillis scowls. He is right and she knows it. "Fine. You have a point, but you still should be careful when coming here." With that she hops back behind her crate and again only her ears can be seen.

Murph glowers at Triss. "I ''was'' carefael."

The ears move in a nodding motion and she seems to be moving around behind that mysterious crate. "I am sure you were." All anger or anything else is gone from her voice as her moods swings yet again. "Can you tell me if you met any foxes out there?" The rustling starts up again.

Murph tilts his head. "Erm... Dinnae think sae... mebbe there were some with th' guards..."

Trillis nods and says distractedly. "Good, good. I should have guessed that." The rustling grows more intense than suddenly there is a victorious shout from behind the crate. "I found it!! I knew it was back here somewhere!"

"Wha'?" The other squirrel cranes his neck to see. "What is eet?"

Trillis pops up with a huge grin on her face. In her right paw is a rather old apple and she gives Murph a light push away from her crate, not wanting him to see into her lair. "I found dinner!" She says this with a happy sigh.

A voice comes from the darkness, a gruff bass tone. "Hurr, oi coulda made 'ee dinner, lass. Cooked-loike, oi moight add." Murph springs away from Trillis as he's pushed away.

Trillis ears perk as she hears the voice and she turns, smiling. "Why didn't you say so in the first place! Do you even have food to cook, though?" For the moment she has forgotten about Murph.

"Urr, a bit o'this an' a bit o' that, ee knaow." Murph meanwhile turns around to face the voice. "Who goes thei'?" he barks.

Trillis nods and quickly tosses her apple back behind the crate. "Very well. Will you need a big fire?" She turns to look at Murph, but lets the shadowed speaker speak for himself.

"Hurr, jus' smash up ee empty crate, miz, oi'll take care of the rest," Gurt answers. Murph decides not to do anything yet as 'Draft' seems comfortable enough with the unseen voice.

Trillis almost starts to protest about breaking up the crates, as no one is allowed to even TOUCH her crate. But then she decides not to and grabs another crate unlike her own and starts to kick at it and otherwise abuse it, trying to pull it apart, but failing. She glares at Murph. "You could help me, you know."

Murph, grinning, steps forward and thunks his blade into the corner of the crate and begins prying it apart.

== Part VIII. A Fever ==

In the dark, the deep depressing dark a humble mealtime is occurring, smashedup barrels, crates serving for kindling as a warm pot of somethin'-or-other boils above the flames, Gurt tending it vigilantly; the young Murph at the edge of the lighting lovingly plucking the strings of his harp for a simple yet elegant melody.

Trillis is laying languidly across the tops of a few crates she pushed together, observing the two there beasts with the slightest hint of a frown. For once she is holding completely still and thinking straight.

While Gurt is completely and utterly focused on the fires, Murph pauses in mid strum, turning to look at Trillis. 'What be on yeir mind, Draft?" he asks, his thick, unusual accent changed with a hint of concern.

At first Trillis does not answer then she shakes her head and looks at Murph. "I was only thinking, is all. I tend to do that when I am bored." She smiles dryly and her voice is gentle. This is how she was ''before'' the fever.

Murph shrugs. "Matter o'fact, I have th' habit o'doin' such mesel'." He laughs just a bit, almost warily, as if worried that somebeast might just come along and take the laughter away from him forever.

Trillis smiles. "I hope we are ''all'' in the practice of thinking." When he laughs she seems to be taken somewhere far away then after a moment she comes back looking bittersweet. "You should laugh more." She says this a bit promptly.

Murph's eyes are distant for a moment as he says, "Used to laugh, I did-all th' time, marm. 'ere, tho', in Collin'seill, if ye laugh ye die."

Trillis nods. "You have a point, but you should still laugh." She grins then heaves herself off the crates. "I'm going to go see what I can steal. Be back here soon." With that she slips out the door.

== Part IX. Harassing a Fox ==

A cloaked figure comes in through the door-way. Two eyes look this way and that from under the hood. "'Ello?" he says, faintly.

Trillis comes flying out from behind her crate and right at John, yelling "John! Where have you been?!"

John looks at her grimly. "Ah have been absent... Of what Ah was doin' Ah don't much want tae talk 'bout it..." he then says after a moment.

Trillis Frowns. "Oh come on. I think I have every right to know, since I have not slept in DAYS because of all the worry." A slight lie, yes.

"Uh huh," John says, "Well fine... Ah 'ad a fight with some vermin on thae street... they were friends o' th' rat where Ah got this cloak off..."

Trillis puts her paws on her hips, looking disapprovingly at John. "This is what comes of making enemies!" Of course she says nothing of the many enemies she herself has. "Are you hurt?" Her disapproval is replaced with concern.

John says, "Nae... just knocked out a few teeth of a stoat..."

Trillis nods quickly, dismissing the subject. "Did you bring any food back?" Her eyes glint hungrily.

John says, "Ahh... Nae again..."

Trillis looks quite crestfallen. "Really? There was nothing you could have at least stolen?"

John says, "Stolen... why?" he shakes his head "Nae."

Trillis looks at John with an annoyed glare. "Why? Because I'm hungry!" She stalks back to her crate and sits done with a moody sigh.

Outside the soft crunch of boots on gravel gradually becomes audible. From the rate the noise increases in volume, it seems the owner of the boots is headed this way. And that is confirmed: A moment later the noise stops, only to be followed by a rattling of the doorknob.

John hisses, "Bae quiet!" to Trillis, and stands still. His ear twitches and he turns around.

At the sound of the doorknob, Trillis quickly swings behing her crate and quietly picks up her hatchet. She leaps quickly back over the crates and stands by John, eyeing the door with a odd glint in her eye.

The door swings open in short order, and a slim figure appears in the sliver of light from outside. Varseine looks about the room, his pupils expanding until they are ringed by the thinnest ribbon of orange, and waits for his eyes to adjust. It doesn't take too long for that to happen, him being a cat. Then he shuts the door with a snap and begins to pull his coat from his frame. This allows his rapier t come into full view, as well as something smaller on his belt, with a nasty curved edge that glints in the meagre light.

John mutters, "Oh grea'..." and then asks the cat, "What dae ye want?" in an unfriendly tone.

Trillis grips her hatchet tighter and starts to walk to the side of the cat but not getting very close. For once she lets John do the talking.

Varseine had been distracted with his gloves, and namely, getting them off. He looks up at the voice, sliding his fingers from the material, and his face darkens immediately. Well now, and here he thought this was a peaceful city. "And a good evening to you, sir." He inclines his head mockingly, then tilts it to regard Trillis. "What I want is none of your concern. In fact a better question is why two squirrels such as yourselves, sharing species with the royalty of this fair city, would feel inclined to secret themselves away to such a place in order to conspire."

John says, "Hmm... why ''we'' are here is none of yore concern ether, cat."

Trillis laughs humorlessly. "You think this place is ''peaceful?'' I am sorry, but that is quite wrong. Have you seen some of the gangs around here?" Her voice takes on a conversational tone. Trillis frowns. "Wait. This place has a king and queen? And they are ''squirrles?"'' She looks a bit horrified, but does not say why.

Varseine mouth is pinched, distaste etched out in all of his features. This is one of those rare times he is glad not to count himself as a woodlander. Else he would be counted with beasts such as these. "From what I was told by the guards at the gate." He says, trying to keep his tone mild. Eyes like embers sweep across the room once more, becoming fixed on a wooden chest the size of his head.

The reason for Trillis's horrifiedness soon becomes apparent as she mutters to herself. "Squirrels running a place like ''this.'' You'd think they would have better sense." She shakes her head and in the dim light misses the look on the cats face. She quickly becomes hostile again. "Why did you come here? Did anyone send you?"

John looks to were the cat's eyes are fixed, "Sae thats what yer lookin' fore..." he says to himself.

Varseine looks first at John, then at Trillis, then decides he cares to answer neither of them, he turns away. His coat is folded over an elbow, his gloves are tucked into his belt, and paws thus freed, he begins to pick at his clothing and weapons until every piece is in perfect order. Only then does he approach the chest, strides long and swift and purposeful.

Trillis scowls as the cat walks toward the chest. She takes a few leaping bounds and grabs his shoulder in her weaker grasp. Sure it's just a box, but this feline has not proven himself safe!

John picks up his spear and runs after her. Just in case if the cat attacks.

Varseine twists, quick as a whip, and glares. There is nothing but contempt in his eyes, looking first at the paw on his shoulder, then following the line of her arm down to her face. "A thousand apologies if I'm being presumptuous," he says, in a voice that makes it clear he is sorry for nothing, "but I rather thought we'd decided that our respective actions and motives meant nothing to eachother. Unhand me." And with that he bats her paw away, placing a finger on her collarbone in warning. The cat is clearly angry at the presence of these two beasts, but so far, at least, he has not seen fit to unsheath his claws.

John walks over to them. "Trill, Ah think it may b' best tae listen tae 'im, it would."

Trillis narrows her eyes at the cat. "Get out." She glances at John and shakes her head. "...No! He marches in here expecting complete submission everyone! But I won't compile!" With that she swings her arm over the intruders arm and pushes down, pinning it to herself. She then twists sharply to the side, hoping she did ''something'' painful.

Varseine's eyes narrow at John, and he actually smiles, although there is nothing nice about the expression. "Ah, for once somebeast talks some sense. You know, for all you woodlanders like to wax philosophical about holding the moral high ground, you are-!" he interrupts himself with a rather undignified cry as his arm is wrenched behind his back, the grip of the shorter squirrel forcing him to stoop at an uncomfortable angle, else pop his humerus from its socket. "Ngk! Ah!" He grits his teeth, his free paw groping blindly for the flaying knife at his hip. ''"Who'' is it exactly that wants submission?" He is able to spit.

Trillis did that as a rather spur of the moment and in the proces dropped her hatchet. She quickly lets go of the arm and dashes for her crate where she has her two other weapons hidden. If she can only make it to the other side of the wooden box, she will be semi safe.

Varseine lets loose a sigh of relief that is a little too close to a squeal to be to his prides liking, but all the same, now he is free. He straightens and rotates his arm, watching the squirrel retreat with baleful eyes. Fingers flex, and then his left paw finally takes hold of the knife. It is a wicked thing, the blade curved and convex and the metal rusted in large spots. Or at least one hopes it is rust. The tom makes no move to follow, merely watches Trillis closely. "Of all the unmannerly, graceless, masculine maids..." he mutters to himself.

Trillis leaps over her crate and lands on the other side. She casts about until her fingers fall on the hilt of her rusty machete. She grabs it and holds it in her right paw, but instead of attacking the cat, she slips down and sits with her back to the crate. An odd thing to do at a time like this, but in her slightly crazy mind there is a reason for everything.

When it becomes clear to the cat the Trillis isn't going anywhere, Varseine scoffs and turns once more towards the chest. The knife is kept clutched in one paw for safety, but it seems the last thing he wants to do is fight. He lifts the lid of the box, and lets out an exasperated hiss; inside is a pile of proclamations, long outdated, and in no apparent order.

Trillis chooses this time to leap up and doge around the box. She stays a few feet away from the cat, but she keeps her weapon in front of her, ready to stab if needed, but by the way she holds the blade, it can be told she is not used to using it. "Why did you come here? I want an ANSWER!"

Varseine turns narrowed amber eyes upon the squirrel. Not much can be said for Varseine's strength or skill, or the length of the knife's blade versus Trillis', but the comfortable way he wields it shows it is oft used. "Why did I come here?" He is all snark even in a situation such as this. "I did not know I am to be made to answer for my actions every time I wish to travel between public places. But seeing as you're half mad, and I have no mind to contract rabies from you, very well, you may know that I am here to conduct ''research."'' He grabs a fistful of the papers and brandishes them at the squirrel, pieces fluttering to the ground, brittle as autumn leaves.

Trillis gives a hash laugh. "Mad?! Me? I think you have it all wrong, cat." She takes a step back as she looks at the papers, examining them with slight interest. She takes her time in doing this, which may very well be a bit mistake. "Research? For what? Fleas? If so you are in luck, because this place is crawling in them. But I don't see why you had to come here for fleas, because you certainly seem to have enough of them yourself." She seems quite proud of herself for throwing this insult.

Varseine lifts his upper lip in a sneer, withdrawing his paw. He shuffles the parchments into a neat stack and places them on top of the pellmell pile, arms then folding over his chest. "Clearly, you are some sort of literary figure. My apologies. I do hope you took pains not to strain yourself in producing that gem of wit. I will repeat myself, ''Miss,'' my motives are none of your concern."

Trillis smiles dryly. "It was not painful at all. I am sure you could do worse." She now frowns. "I am afraid it ''is'' my business what you are doing here. It could concern me and my friends safety and if they are hurt then someone is going to pay."

Varseine looks at her for a long, silent moment, his eyes orange as ever, and looking as if they are about to catch fire. But after his anger is spent in the chill of this building, he leans forward on his knees and pinches the bridge of his nose, massaging away tiny knots of muscle. "Have you ever heard of Bardouin the Bold?"

Trillis lowers her weapon some and shakes her head. "No. I don't think so. Did ''he'' send you?"

Varseine straightens again, his paw still on his face. He lets out a long-suffering sigh, slipping the knife back into a loop on his belt. "Didn't it used to be that Children were meant to be seen and not heard? Instead you hide and dare to ask me a string of ever more stupid questions before you have the full picture. I daresay I am disappointed in whoever raised you. Bardouin the Bold has been dead nearly as long as I've been alive, dear girl. Killed in this very city, and it caused quite a controversy, too. And yet everybeast here knows him just as well as you do."

Trillis eyes flare up into a mangled anger, hurt, pain as more than one memory flashes through her mind. Her voice in controlled and calm as she says. "First you call me a child. I admit I am young. Then you insult my mother, father and other family. You call my questions stupid all because you are here looking for a dead beast?! You are a rotten apple out the whole bunch if I do say so myself and don't 'dear girl' me! For the last time ''get out."'' She is deadly serious. Anything that may have indicated her as insane before is gone.

Varseine's ears flatten against his skull. He drops his coat on top of the crate that serves as table for the small chest. If he feels any regret for saying such unkind things, he does not show it. The knife is drawn again, this time in the right paw, and after some consideration, her fingers the hilt of his rapier as well. "I call your questions stupid because they are. If you are to live in a city, you are to apprise yourself of its goings on, else you are of no more use to it than the weeds that grow between its cobbles. I am not the one who springs on unsuspecting passers by, jumping from shadows of crates, greeting them with sword and spear and hostility." He begins to advance towards her, using his full height to it's best effect. "And I ''do not'' follow the orders of an urchin."

Trillis takes a deep breath, it takes all inside of her not go crazy as she refuses to answer anything just said to her... that last comment. "Fine. Don't take orders from me. See what I care and I will not fight you." She clenches her teeth then, as a final sign that she will ''not'' fight this brute she drops her blade and crosses her arms. At this point she is not sure what the cat will do, and in all truth she is not only angry, but very afraid. It shows on her face in small ways: the bite of her lip here a raise of an eyebrow there.

The knife is slipped back in it's place with a small 'snk,' and the cat turns just as quickly as he had advanced. It seems he has a mind only for his quest. The paw is removed from the hilt of his rapier as if it were flaming hot. Truth be told he is relieved to not have to draw it, and be proven absolutely untrained in the art of battle. He spares the younger squirrel no other glance, but he seems to care about her at least enough to settle her mind, in his own, caustic way. "I could not care in the slightest as to what you are doing here. In fact, I find the idea of ruffians taking shelter in uninhabited building of so little note that I wouldn't even think it worth mentioning in passing to the local bootblack."

Trillis shows her relief only once he has turned. She picks up her blade and tosses it behind her crate then grabs her hatchet and gives it a learning throw. It thwacks into her crate as she says coldly. "You're too kind, I am sure." She goes over to her crate and volts over it, reaching around and grabbing the hatchet. She puts her weapons in order and covers them with her scrap cloak before leaning back and pulling out the small amount of money she has collected. She starts to count it over and over again, the clinking like a dripping sink. As she counts she think about the words just exchanged and, much to her annoyance and shame, her eyes start to well up with liquid. She is now very glad of the crate coverage so the cat does not have to witness the rather pitiful goings on behind the crate.

The sounds of rifling and shuffling slows, the cat's ears turning towards the crate. Trillis' sarcastic quip gets no reply, nor the ways she plays with her weapons, but the clinking of coin seems to be something the cat is trained to notice. He says nothing still, however, intent to ignore this storeroom's inhabitants. He is on a mission in this city, and he will not allow himself to forget it. But there are so many papers here, and the longer he stays, the less welcome he feels. After a while he stops and plucks his gloves from his belt.

The clinking slows in speed as Trillis thinks. By this time the tears have cleared by sheer force of will. She can cry later when there is no one to observe her. She also seems set on ignoring the cat, that is, until he gets his gloves. When he does this her ears perk and an icy smile spreads across her lips. "Leaving so soon? Or have I miss interpreted your actions?"

Varseine pulls the gloves on, stretching his digits into each fold of leather. They make a noise like a rope stretching taut. Then he takes the papers, in several thin stacks, folds them in half, and stuffs each stack carefully in concealed pockets on the inside of his coat. "It would be considerably more comfortable to review these by candle. I doubt anybeast would miss these," he says as he sweeps the thing over his shoulders. Once it is on, he must pluck and pull at it until all the wrinkles fall away, and the same treatment is applied to shirt, vest, even gloves. "And so, regrettably, I must take my leave of you." He tips an imaginary hat, a smirk hinting at the cruelty of his jape. "But consider me duly illuminated by your wise words.

Trillis's icy smile stays where it is as she meets his eyes. "Go riddence to you. I hope you die a thousand deaths" She says these words almost pleasantly and if one would not know there meanings one would think she is bidding a friend good-bye. She waggles her fingers at him and says, "Tootaloo!" with a rather gruesome smile.

== Part X. Winter, Dancing ==

"I stood here once before, with my head held in my hands, for all I had known of this place, I could not understand" The strains of music fall into a light humming coming from Trillis's throat as she whisks around the room, apparently doing a waltz with an air partner.

And an accompanying voice is raised, but it's another song. "...all along the banks of the royal canal," it finishes after a brief verse.

Trillis stops humming and dancing and looks around, slightly annoyed. "Ahem! If you are planning to sing, would you please let me know before you start?" She sighs and retreats back to her crate. Dancing lessons are over for today!

"Um, saerry," comes a mumbled apology.

Trillis waves a dismissing paw above her crate. "No matter. It's not like its a sin to sing or something." Suddenly there is an annoyed muttering from behind the crate and then a loud 'thunk' sound.

"Um, are ye alrigh'?" Murph inquires.

There is a sharp yelp from behind the crate and Trillis quickly leaps over it. Once she is on the other side of the crate she peeks tentatively back over it while answering Murph. "Of course, I've never been better. Do you like spiders?"

"Nae' partic'larly, marm," Murph says. "I take it ye dinnae?"

Trillis glance at him. "I don't mind them when they come in singles, but when one hits a nest of the little monsters with one's hatchet......." She glance back behind the crate. "It's not pretty, especially when they are the big kind."

"Ach, use fire, marm," Murph says breezily. "They'll sca'er like ash, they weel."

Trillis frowns. "Are you joking?! Fire will burn the crate and everything else I have hidden back there!..... Then again..... Fine, do you have a piece of wood and a rag?"

"Arh, the wood's everywhere, and..." RRRRIP! A strip of cloth is tossed to the squirrel.

Trillis catches the cloth and nods her thanks before rummaging around and coming up with a long stick of wood. She ties the cloth to one end of the wood then looks expectantly at Murph. "You wouldn't happen to have any fire, would you?"

"Um, I dinnae, now that ye mention it, marm," Murph mutters.

Trillis looks downcast as he says this and she chucks the makeshift torch over her shoulder. There goes that idea. I suppose I will just have to wait for them to settle down." She starts to pace back and forth then she gets an idea. "Do you want to go steal supper? It's getting dark so the guards will not know us as well."

== Part XI. Winter ==

Murph sits on a crate quietly, humming to himself. It's quiet here, and he's more than a little bored. He whistles for a few minutes until he tires of it.

The door swings open eerily and ragged figure steps in. The figure is Trillis and she sways slightly in the doorway, slowly taking another step in. She is holding her right paw tightly to her upper left arm and her paw seems amply bloodied. But one wound should not be able to cause her to be this unstable.

Murph springs to his footpaws and runs to Trillis. "Are ye alright, marm? Wot 'appened, Draft? Wh-who...?"

== Part XII. Endnote & Further Logs ==
How Trillis was injured is unclear (it is suspected it may have been the aftermath of a bar fight, as she was want to take part in such things), but she recovered.

Some time after these events the squirrel Murph disappeared leaving John & Trillis still on the wrong side of Collinsel's Law. The pair in the subsequent seasons spent their time gathering enough money and supplies to survive and eventually depart the city & eastern shore, intending to return to Mossflower in a fine summer - but Redwall Abbey was held by vermin. When John & Trillis finally returned, they encountered a patrol of such vermin who were prowling about the Dirt Road.

* [[An_unfortunate_meeting_on_the_blasted_Road._(A_small_bit_of_Marek's_Revenge,_as_it_contains_a_group_of_his_soldiers.)|An unfortunate meeting on the blasted Road]], Marek's Revenge TP, June 2014

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Muster Roll of the Long Patrol

2024-03-04T20:50:25Z

OlRandom:

''((OOC: A complete list of ALL hares currently involved in some way with the LP including both player-characters and spoofs for the sake of having the information in one place, to be updated seasonally))''

The official muster roll of the Long Patrol serving under Lord Ciocan as of the twenty-seventh season of his reign, listing all hares currently active.
= Long Patrol High Command =

:''First-in-Command:'' '''The Lord Ciocan, Badger Lord of Salamandastron & the Long Patrol'''

:''Second-in-Command:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Quinten_Tarn_Marben_Teno_Aluioscious_Tof.E2.80.99Marole|GEN Quinten T.M.T.A. Tof’Marole]]'''

:''Mountain Staff:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Paisely_Strongpaw_Tuftington_VI|BRG Paisely S. Tuftington]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Rowland_De_Formelo_Locke|COL Rowland D.F. Locke]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Koda_Alastair_Bo_Harrison_Kingsley_Lightpaw|MJR Koda A.B.H.K. Lightpaw]]'''

= 20th Mountain Patrol =
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Rowland_De_Formelo_Locke|COL Rowland D.F. Locke]]'''

=== First Battalion ===
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Varus_Trinius_Visurgis_Swiftbuck_II|MJR Varus T.V. Swiftbuck]]'''
:''Staff:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Terrence_William_Hector_Cadwallader.2C_Jr.|MSGT Terrence W.H. Cadwallader]]'''

;Company A:
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Gregorian_Formalis_Harthwill|CPT Gregorian F. Harthwill]]'''
:''NCO(s):'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Katerose_Algie_Burnfield|CPL Katerose A. Burnfield]]'''
:''Enlisted:'' '''LCPL Berle H.J. Flightfoot,''' '''PVT Hemlock S. Mosswood,''' '''PVT Jade V. Weedwill,''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Konner_Darius_Attenborough|PVT Konner D. Attenborough]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Nilear|PVT Nilear]],''' '''PVT Odiver,''' '''PVT Shorewind.'''

= 67th Fur and Foot Fighting Patrol =

'''Commanding Officer:''' N/A

=== First Battalion ===
;Company A
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Lucia_Clemence_Barcid-Cadwallader|CPT Lucia C. Barcid-Cadwallader]]'''
:''Officers:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Walter_Sydney_Lossow|LT Walter S. Lossow]]'''
:''NCO(s):'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Adrian_Swiftbuck|SGT Adrian Swiftbuck]],''' '''CPL Esther Sheen,''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Lawrence_Eurig_Horatio_Harolds|CPL Lawrence E.H. Harolds]]
:''Enlisted:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Darrick_Nelson_Addersmith|LCPL Darrick N. Addersmith]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Serena|PVT Serena]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Yerna_Deeprook_Rockear_Tormaline|PVT Yerna D.R. Tormaline]]'''

= Home Guard =

:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Quinten_Tarn_Marben_Teno_Aluioscious_Tof.E2.80.99Marole|GEN Quinten T.M.T.A. Tof’Marole]]'''

:''Adjutant:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Koda_Alastair_Bo_Harrison_Kingsley_Lightpaw|MJR Koda A.B.H.K. Lightpaw]]'''

:''Quartermaster:'' '''CSGT Lancejack Mayne'''

=== Medical Section ===
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Velm|CPT Velm]]'''
:''Staff:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Redford_Michel_Soult_Mosswood|LT Redford M.S. Mosswood]]'''

=== Support Section ===

:''Cook(s):'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Sola|PVT Sola]]'''

= Reserve Forces =
'''Hares that are retired, on long-term leave, or are generally not on active duty'''
:''Officers:''
:''NCO(s):'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Felicity_Elizabeth_Rosinbloom|SGT Felicity E. Rosinbloom]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Donica_Rose_Peral_Rivershore|CPL Donica R.P. Rivershore]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Montgomery_Alexander_Reginald_William_Baxter_Fleetpaw_III|CPL Montgomery A.R.W.B. Fleetpaw]]'''
:''Enlisted:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Cole_Be_Chaz_Cherrywood|PVT Cole B.C. Cherrywood]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Dominik_Alexander_Kasimir|PVT Dominik A. Kasimir]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Flowerhear|PVT Flowerheart]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Rhonwen_Primrose_Jo_Caddel|PVT Rhonwen P.J. Caddel]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Zywie_Eve_May_Mcbrim|PVT Zywie E.M. Mcbrim]]'''

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The Saga of Erg the Blog Slayer

2024-03-02T19:14:19Z

OlRandom: /* Hares Involved */

The following incident & subsequent operations took place in the 18th Season of Lord Ciocan's Reign, an Autumn, involving both battalions (at the time called patrols) of the 20th Mountain Patrol.

== Hares Involved ==

;''First Patrol:''
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Varus_Trinius_Visurgis_Swiftbuck_II|MJR Varus T.V. Swiftbuck]]'''
:''NCO(s):'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Felicity_Elizabeth_Rosinbloom|CPL Felicity E. Rosinbloom]]''' (promoted to rank of sergeant during operation)
:''Enlisted:'' '''[[Dead/Former/Inactive_Long_Patrol_Members_Archive_Listing#Zolomon_Arturo_Garrick_Anderson_IV|PFC Zolomon A.G. Anderson]]''' (promoted to rank of corporal and transferred to Second Patrol during operation), '''PVT Benjamin,''' '''[[Dead/Former/Inactive_Long_Patrol_Members_Archive_Listing#Cera_Dove_Collins|PVT Cera D. Collins]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Dominik_Alexander_Kasimir|PVT Dominik A. Kasimir]],''' '''PVT Lackley,''' '''PVT Reuenthal'''

;''Second Patrol:''
:''Commanding Officer:'' '''[[Dead/Former/Inactive_Long_Patrol_Members_Archive_Listing#Jinora_Shyluck_Windbell-Tottheim|MJR Jinora S. Windbell-Tottheim]]'''
:''NCO(s):'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Gregorian_Formalis_Harthwill|SGT Gregorian F. Harthwill]]''' (promoted to rank of lieutenant during operation), '''[[Long_Patrol_Members_Listing#Terrence_William_Hector_Cadwallader.2C_Jr.|CPL Terrence W.H. Cadwallader]]''' (promoted to rank of sergeant during operation)
:''Enlisted:'' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Amaryllis_‘Amy’_Sophie_Greenhill|PVT Amaryllis S. Greenhill]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Lawrence_Eurig_Horatio_Harolds|PVT. Lawrence E.H. Harolds]],''' '''[[Long_Patrol_Non-Player_Characters#Konner_Darius_Attenborough|RCT Konner D. Attenborough]],''' '''RCT Mel,''' '''[[Dead/Former/Inactive_Long_Patrol_Members_Archive_Listing#Isla_Kincallum_Lachlamuerial_Hornskewpit_Muir_IV|RCT Isla K.L.H. Muir]],''' '''RCT Nilear'''

= Section I: Captured =

At the time, one Sgt. G.F. Harthwill led enlisted hares of both Patrols (battalions) into into the swamplands near the mountain for what was supposed to be a routine training exercise; however, toads native to the swamp attacked resulting in several causulties and the capture of Cpl. F. Rosinbloom, PFC Z. Anderson, Pvt. D. Kasimir, Rct. K. Attenborough, Rct. I. Muir, and Rct. Nilear by the toads.

A prelude to the training exercise can be found [["Seems_we_traded_one_for_the_other,_eh%3F"|here]].

== Survival Training ==

;What starts off as a training exercise ends in an invasion of toads!
[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1365| Originally posted by Willow]

The hour was early, the day was grey and chilly with a threat of rain later. They'd marched out at first light, before breakfast unless anyone was smart enough to get up extra early for it. Across the beach and through the dunes Greg had marched the group until they came to the edge of the swampland between the mountains to the east and the shore to the west. "Form up! Stand tah attention!" the Sergeant roars over the crowd to get them lined up before he runs through the warnings and instructions, "Before yah is the swamps! For the green-ears among yah who've nevah had the pleasure of wandahin' through them pay attention tah where yah step and don't wake the frogs. If yah get wet make sure yah dry out again or yah will become one with the swamp and start rottin'."

On to instructions "Yah have been assigned yah groups. Each group will be given a map. On this map yah will see some crosses. Yah job is tah pick yah route, safely navigate yah way tah those five points, collect yah teams' marker" he raises up a loop of cord with a numbered rock hanging from it "And reach the camp amongst the rocks in the middle of the swamp before nightfall"

"Now, I would love tah have yah out here all week until yah hungry, homesick and good and lost but we'll be doin' the best we can with our limited time. Yah will each have one set of rations and a canteen of watah, this is not a picnic, that is all yah gettin'. If yah brought an extra snack with yah then give it up now. Yah don't have tents or beds out here. When yah out on patrol yah can't just skip back tah the mountain for a drink. Yah have all been taught wot's safe tah eat so if yah hungry yah'll have tah find food. If yah cold yah'll have tah make sheltah and start a fire"
"Officahs will accompany yah. They are not there tah help. They are there tah keep yah from doin' somethin' stupid enough tah get yah killed. The first team tah collect their markahs and reach the camp will be awarded with tents for the night but it will only be the first team and yah all have tah be there tah win. Any questions?"

Cera listens closely to the directions, she has not been in the swamps before but has heard of them, okay maybe she was a few feet into the swamps and decided...no way and didn't go further.She frowns as it's clear she will have to go much further this time.She at least knows some skills on finding food, though not in a swamp so much as normal woods, but she knows some plants so..it will help, she hopes.

Zolomon nods. He tilts his head "Frogs are around too? I bally well have heard of toads...nasty things supposedly...so be careful and don't sink in like quicksand, got it Sargent G"

Terrence, one of the NCOs tagging along to make sure the privates don't do something stupid, stands at the rear of the group. He frowns at the private-first-class, but otherwise stays quiet, adjusting the straps of his pack as he does so. In his paws is a simple spear.

Isla is ''ready'' for this. She lived on the road her whole life, she has traveled in the worst of circumstances, she has slept in ditches and burnt out buildings, woods, and desert... But that feels like a lifetime ago, and she always had help. There was always song and dance... The Long Patrol is different. This isn't the circus. "Yes sah!" She parrots back when appropriate, adjusting her canteen against her hip and glancing nervously at the other hares, hoping that this map will be all she really does ''need.'' She doubts it, somehow, as she reluctantly pulls a wrapped pastry from her pocket and hands it towards the Sergeant.

Gregorian turns his steely gaze to Zolomon at his question "Frogs and toads. If yah close enough tah tell the difference then yah too close and likely about tah get shot or taken for their dinnah" he leave the gathering of food to one of his handy helpers as he's busy looking stern "This will be a propah test for those of yah who don't get out of the comforts of home and the Halyard tavern enough" he gestures for the maps to be given out to the groups "Split yahselves in tah yah groups. Figure out where yah goin' and get tah it. This is a race!"

Cera nods as she listens "Yeah tons of fun this is...when would we ever be in this dump?" Okay she had little sleep so she is grumpy today and she hates the swamp or even normal mud really. She glaces at the map quietly.

Terrence leans on his spear, watching the privates and recruits splitting up. Giving small chuckle at how ''thrilled'' they all are, the corporal heads to stand by the nearest group. "All righty then," He says, "I'll be coming along to make sure you lot don't go and end up ears deep in the muck, wot."

Zolomon nods, he might be a private first class but he hasn't had any real survival training "Umm ears deep in.." His footpaw sinks and he backs up "In this stuff sur....ya likely be too late ta help"He frowns at the muck around "Wouldn't want a vacation here that's fer sure wot" He grins, always the funny one

Dominik seemed to be one of the only ones in the group actually excited to be outside the mountain and partaking in such a taxing and strenuous activity, and so the large hare is eagerly and impatiently pacing about, back and forth, as he listens to the barked instructions carefully. Some of the others may not have been used to the conditions they would be subject to, but to the towering, intimidating hare, it would be nothing but a cakewalk. "Ah, yes. Dom has qvestion..." He raises a paw. "Vat if...ve make it back too early?" He grins, the buck not lacking confidence, if anything else. With everything he'd been through since arriving at the mountain, he's certainly seemingly earned it.

Picking groups! This is something Isla can do. Looking at those gathered, she anxiously eyes Terrence - he's the corporal for her unit, but just overseeing this. So, another familiar face will have to do. Dominik - he's big and strong, which is a good balance to her own lighter and brainier style of fight and survival. The recruit angles towards the big hare. "Allo, Dom!" She greets, under her breath, careful not to speak out of turn and get in trouble. She once lost a toe to the chill of a Northern winter - she can deal with the swamp, Isla thinks to herself as she angrily slaps at a bug on her cheek.

Giving a small wave to Isla as she comes over, Terrence looks around at the others who have yet to get into groups. "Come on, hurry up you lot, we haven't got all day!" He calls, adjusting his spectacles. They have a small string attached them that links back to his tunic.

Gregorian directs his attention towards Dom as the paw is raised. He snorts at the question and about manages not to smirk as he's trying to be strict "If yah get everythin' and get tah the camp before noon I'll see tah it yah get a special prize...Arrive aftah dark though and I'll have yah doin' extra chores!" this seems to spur a couple of groups to quickly head off already and decide they'll figure out where they're going on the way.

Cera looks at the map and sighs, she tilts it and then grumbles as one recruit mentions its upside down. An eyeroll and she fixes it, to her it looks not that much different, "Wot fun..."She then trips over some sort of vine, a chuckle and then the recruit gets a strong shove into some gross mucky mud, luckily its not the deep kind but that uniform is not clean now. "HEY she pushed me..." Another eyeroll "Cry baby"

Zolomon looks over and frowns "I say..we should not be too loud,Lets see..first item ta find is...close I think"He does look up at the path a fair amont to avoid areas and can feel under his footpaws when it sinks more and when its more solid.

Dominik spots Isla heading over in his direction, and he greets her with an eager and welcoming smile, wiggling his ears at the doe. "Isla, hello! Is good mornings, yes? Velcome to Team Dom." He hops from footpaw to footpaw with a nervous energy, having been up long before the time they had been instructed to meet here. He hadn't slept much as it was, and now that he'd had an excuse, it only seemed to make him oddly more alert and raring to go. Watching her slapping at her cheek, he chuckles. "Insects are liking you. Is because you are so sveet." He gives her a wink, before turning his attention to Greg. "Special prizes, yes. Vil remember. Vil see you soon, sir." The large buck takes a look at the map, studying it carefully even as others begin to set out. "Let them go. Vant to make sure is going in right directions. Speed vil do no good if getting lost, yes?"

Isla exclaims, "Thanks! But call me sweet again and I'll pluck out yer whiskers one at a time." Isla gives a wide grin at Dominik - and it's hard to tell whether or not she's kidding. However, The threat of extra chores is enough to spur Isla to action. Looking at those in her group - Cera, Zolomon, Dominik, and Terrence looking out - she puffs out her chest in a show of confidence and nods once. That confidence is shaken when she watches Cera blatantly shove another recruit, a frown deepening. But she isn't of the rank to say anything, instead, she says: "We should probably start moving West." She suggests. "We can follow the lake's edge to that first 'X'... Right?" She takes a tentative step in that direction, waiting on a group affirmative. "

"And for the love of all that is good," Terrence mutters to the hares closest to him, 'team Dom' as its been labeled, "Please try not to do anything ''that'' stupid, wot." Having seen the shove, he walks over, shouting, "OI! PRIVATE!" Then, quieter, though clearly peeved, he stares hard at the one who pushed the other into the mud. "You bloody well do that again, bucko, and you'll be carrying this here recruit's pack. Do I make myself clear?" The corporal offers a paw to help the recruit up, still looking at Cera. "Though some good news for you, you can have mine right now." He shrugs the straps off, holding the bag out to her. "Go on, Cera. Don't ever do that again, you hear?"

Dominik laughs, the deep, booming sound echoing within the swamp and bouncing off the trees, more than likely scaring away any wildlife that was nearby. "Vil remember. Leetle angry Isla is best Isla for mission. Dom vant to keep remaining viskers, so no more of the sveet. Is promising." He makes an X over his heart, before giving Isla a grin. The little altercation catches his attention, and the large buck's expression shifts to a more serious one, his voice getting a little louder. "Vil not be having this nonsense on team. Focus on mission, and mission only. Dom vatch leverets back at mountain, is not job to do out here." He stares hard at the offending recruits, eyes narrowing, before turning back to the task at paw. He gives Isla a nod of confirmation. "Yes. Is good idea. Head vest, near lake." He readies himself to set out as well.

Zolomon looks around, studies the map and avoids another sink hole of muck as he sighs but they may be close to one of the first things to find as he scans the area.

Since one voice affirmed her plan, Isla's steps gain gumption. She's going towards the lake, and she hopes that the others are going as well. The recruit makes the tactical decision to avoid Cera entirely as she forges forward, her map clutched in one paw, though there is a little knot of relief in her stomach that the corporal did say something. Where is the sun? She puts her back to it, and follows her shadow forward through the treacherous swamp growth. She's already sufficiently muddy, which isn't a problem - it's kind of nice. It reminds her of dibbunhood, getting dirty just for the sake of it. If it wasn't so warm and smelly, this would be enjoyable. She slaps another offending insect. West, west, west.

Terrence doesn't answer the hare maid now carrying his pack beyond a quick glare over his spectacles. He turns back to the others, thankful they seem to know what to do. "Righto, Dom, Isla! Lead the good way!" Using the spear as a walking stick, the corporal is ready and following after them.

Cera mutters something, she would turn around but that's not a choice she can make ready, she kicks a rock as she looks around. The list of items is looked over as she sighs a little.

Gregorian handles a few additional questions and he sees the argument but Terrence seems to have it under control. With a satisfied nod he steps off, going to follow a path he knows will be dry enough to follow and let them figure out where they're going while he's off to hang around in camp and organise.

As more groups head off the disgusted sounds of hares accidentally stepping in a deep bit of mud increases. The closer to the lake one gets the wetter and softer the ground gets. The markers are hooked on a pole that they've somehow got right by the water's edge in the swampiest, foulest smelling bit they could find. The obvious solution being to wade through it one group was cautiously trying and had got a head start until one hare stepped in what looked like a puddle and found it was far deeper than it looked. One leg up to the knee in mud they were having to get their group to help pull them out already.

One major advantage Dom seems to have is his height and strength. What would be deep mud and water to others isn't nearly as treacherous to the large hare, and he strides across the ground in wide steps, occasionally having to pull his footpaws free of the muck with a sucking noise, but he generally doesn't seem to be having quite as difficult a time of it as some of the others. "Is only mud, not sure vat problem is..." he calls out, that little grin upon his muzzle returning. "Is thinking Dom vil retrieve markers, yes? Give to Isla to carry." He nods at this plan, as he searches out the first of the markers. Finding it, he begins to make his way towards it.

Ears standing start as he hears the noise from Cera, Terrence glances back at her for a moment. Not sure on what was said, he turns back to the others, using the end of his spear to test the ground in front of him, never stepping foot into the muck. "Be careful about cleaning your feet when you come out of there, Dom," He says, peering at the large hare, "And be careful to not sink any further..."

Squelch, squealch, squealch, squuuuuuealch! Isla's boots are sinking deeper and deeper with each step, and she finds herself needing to use her paws to yank her legs out of the muck one by one. This is not getting them anywhere fast - and Isla doesn't want to lose this race. She casts her gaze around, making note of the tree-cover... She could use that branch, there, to climb up and then crawl across to ''that'' branch, there, and then sidle along and avoid a lot of mud... With an affirming nod, Isla pauses to share this plan with her team. She doesn't trust Dom's weight in the deeper mud, no matter the ease he has now... Best to have plan B. "I think we cin make it to th'point by climbin'. Avoid all this muck, yeah?" She frowns at the junction of branches she has in mind. They would allow her to get ''close,'' but not directly over the marker. Still, it's an advantage... The doe starts climbing, grunting at the strain.

Zolomon says, "I say when would we ever wander inta here...didnt even hardly go this route when they went ta the abbey, mainly took de river... lot blooming better too"

The trees dotted about the swamps are a gangly sort with a lot of roots spread all over. They're more likely to topple over in the soft ground than break but they're strong enough for a hare to climb at least. More than one or two at once may be an issue which is a problem because the other group, having pulled their friend out of the mud, are watching Isla, getting ideas and heading for the trees too.

Dominik pauses to give Isla's plan a good think-over, and eventually he gives her a confirming nod. "Hmm. Yes, is good idea to avoid muds. Vould climb, but...is not good climber. Too heavy, branches vil break ven try." He makes his way back towards more solid ground, the large hare's lower half beginning to get sufficiently muddied. He, like Isla, doesn't really seem to mind this...they were outside and actually doing things, and that automatically makes Dom happy. He gives a nod to Terrence at his advice, as well. "Vil not sink." He'd also left his sword back at the mountain, figuring the large blade would more than likely weigh him down even more. Traveling light...that is definitely the way to go. As he watches Isla climb, he heads over and reaches up to give her a boost, to get her just a little higher in the tree so she wouldn't have to exert so much effort.

"You'd wonder into here, Private, if you were bally well ordered to." Terrence says, unamused. "Think of it as this: if you know how to make it through all this, you can make it through most things, eh?" The corporal frowns as hares start climbing. Though having gone a long way around the patch of mud, Terrence stands nearby, still dry, looking Dominik over. "You won't sink, eh? Still better safe than sorry."

Cera asks, "Sinking be death right now so how close are we to finding wot we need already?"

"You will definitely sink!" Isla laughs, though there's obvious effort in the words as she hauls herself (and her pack) up into the branches, with a boost from Dominik. It's a tricky maneuver, but she carefully picks her way from branch, to branch. Judging her footing, slipping a few times. She's inching closer to the marker, her tunic darkening with sweat already. A biting remark rises in her throat as she hears Cera and Zolomon's complaints, but she has been in training enough to have the discipline to bite her tongue. She doesn't reply, but that self-control won't last long. The branches don't take her all the way to the marker, so it'll be another drop into the mud... Hopefully she doesn't sink. "Here goes nothin'." The recruit sighs, lowering herself as slowly as she can... She makes it! Without sinking or falling or otherwise maiming herself, at least. But that reward isn't in her paws, yet.

The other hares meanwhile start clambering up one of the trees "Come on Dom, toss 'im up the tree too!" one jokes, nodding at a private who's scrambling up. They are a bit quick to lose patience though and another start climbing after him. Still at the bottom of the trees though the hare with the very muddy leg yells at Isla "Hey! Recruit! Bring ours back with yah too!"

Terrence comes to a stop a little ways from the tree, leaning once again on his spear to watch their antics, impressed by Isla and not so much the others. "If I were you lot, I wouldn't be so quick to pile up on that, wot! Never know when a branch'll snap, 'specially considering how much you lot eat, wot wot!"

Dominik grins up at Isla. "But only so far. Up to heres..." He motions towards his knees..."Not up to heres..." He points towards his chest. The large hare glances over at Terrence and nods. "Yes. Safe, alvays much better than sorry." He turns his attention back to watching Isla as she clambers across the branches, the hare following her from below, there to catch her in case she happened to slip. Once she manages to make it with no incidents, he gives her an encouraging cheer. "Woo! Is almost there, Isla!" He does make sure to watch where he is walking, making sure to avoid the deepest spots and trying his best to remain on the firmest ground possible. He shoots a hard look over at the catcaller, before giving him a smirk. "Vant to make it to branch, or end up in top of tree?" he calls back, before turning his attention back to watching his teammate and assisting whenever possible.

Zolomon stays below, he is not a tree climber and yes too many are on one branch or two as he frowns backing up a little.

Cera chuckles, she is getting the hang of this trip now and studies the area... so far no troubles other than gross muck and bugs everywhere.

"Suck m'scut, Lackley!" Isla shouts back with a laugh, now doggedly pushing through the mud near the markers. It's hard to keep her head in the present; she remembers a time, after a horrific storm further South than here, their cart became lodged deep in the muck. It took all of them to haul it out, and when they were finished, the entire troup looked like mud monsters. They had performed an impromptu children's play as their muddy alter-egos, and had collected a large amount of coin and good graces because of it. The teen smiles to herself at the thought, struggling forward against the oppressive muck. Her canteen is covered in the stuff now, and it's going to be miserable the next time she takes a sip... But that's a worry for Future Isla.

The corporal sets off again, and, for the first time, accidentally steps in the mud. His leg immediately sinks downward, and, with several curses and a lot of struggling, Terrence manages to pull himself out with a plop, hauling himself up onto the dray patch with his spear. "Blasted, bloody- bah!" The hare mutters darkly to himself.

Zolomon is close to one of the items and might even see it as he points it out "Is that one of the list items?"

Dominik continues to watch Isla making her way towards the marker, the large hare really not able to do much until she manages to retrieve it. As Terrence gets himself stuck briefly, Dom looks in that direction in preparation to head over and give him a paw, but he seems to handle things just fine himself. He watches the other groups struggling nearby and simply grins, with a shake of his head. This swamp area would likely never be the same again after the contingent of hares is finally gone, that's for sure.

Cera is close "Is wot an item..." Her back and shoulders hurt, she has two packs after all and is far from having a good day today.She looks that direction and smiles "Yeah..and we like need to get it"

Terrence makes his way slowly towards Cera, having noticed her discomfort. "If you have one bag on your back and the other on the front, that should help a little, wot." He's far more careful in testing the land with his spear point, prodding the squishy earth several times with each step.

The marker, a big stick stuck in the mud by the water sits there as Isla gets close. The mud just bubbling slightly as it's disturbed. On the marker are a bunch of loops of cord with numbered rocks attached.

Snatching the strung rock, Isla holds it aloft with a victorious grin before beginning the difficult wade back to her team.

"Ah come on! Be cool!" The hare hereafter named Lackley yells back at Isla before their own accompanying officer sighs faintly "I don't think that would be in the spirit of the task" he calls out before glancing at Terrence as he is the fellow supervisor "We're goin' tah be at this all day"

Leaning the spear against his shoulder, Terrence gives a small clap as the marker is retrieved. "Good for you, wot!" He calls to Isla, before turning to the other officer. "Yes, yes." He says with a chuckle, "That's why I packed a few more extra vittles for myself, wot wot." He winks, "Though I might not need them at this rate." He turns to Cera, offering a small apologetic smile. "That's why that thing's a bit heavier, wot. Sorry."

Zolomon grins maybe they will win and get back first, he hopes so anyways.

Cera is not having fun, she tried to climb and fell onto her bottom and torn a sleeve as she screams and kicks a patch of weeds and pouts. "I blooming hate this place!!!"

They got a thing! There's alas no fanfare but the mud does a little victory bubble around Isla as the movement stirs things up and lets out some truly awful smelling bubbles of gas. One down, four to go. The question is which one will the go for next?

"Complaining won't do much good, let me tell you, wot." Terrence says, raising an eyebrow at the pouting hare. "Just slows you down, it does." He goes back to the others, saying in a cheery voice, "Righto, lads and laddies, where to next, wot?"

Zolomon nods. "Lets go and lass... 'tis best to be quiet in de swamps."

The other group of hares 'Boo' quietly as Isla gets the thing before they try climbing a tree again but all piling on at once makes it creak and they quickly back off until one has the bright idea to knock it over on purpose, towards the marker to make a mess of branches as a bridge "Yah might have got the first one but we'll catch up to yah!" Lackley yells as they get to work.

"Can't believe ya cin still talk smack with all my dust in your mouth!" Isla calls back at Lackley, rejoining the group. "Where next? We cin swing th'further route t'get the one on the other side, then loop back so we don't cross our path... Or jus' get the next closest one?"

Cera shrugs, her map is a bit sort of covered in mud so its harder to read but luckily each team has a couple copies so its okay.

Terrence is waiting for the recruits and privates to pick a direction, and he impatiently tap his spear as the other group starts making a bridge. "If you lot don't get moving, I say, you'll soon be eating their dust, wot." He looks pointedly over his spectacles at each of the hearts around him. "So where to?"

Nilear, fighter recruit, kind of on the short side, has been along with the group but largely silent. He stares at his map. "I'm all for goin' south around the lake. It says hills down there. Hills sound dry," he reasons.

Cera says, "Yeah... wot he says, let's get going and win, wining is good and the sooner we get done the sooner we can like rest and forget we were even in this place."

Isla is caked in mud, but the upside is that the mud keeps the insects off her. So she isn't going to complain. "If we're down fer a swim, might be able t'just cut right across... But..." She eyes the dark lake waters. "Dunno what might be ''in'' there, yanno? Anyway... I hate doublin' back, so I say we take th'one on the other side of th'lake. But I chose last time." Thankfully, fur hides an embarrassed flush. She's only a recruit, she shouldn't be the one making decisions, here. She's glad for the next bit of helpful information. With a nod, she starts walking towards the hills, gritting her teeth at the difficulty in wading through mud. To the hills! "Maybe we bally well ''should'' swim. This mud is no joke."

Terrence nods, moving to stand behind the group. "Well, you should get going, then, wot!" The corporal, far more confident in his group than when they first started, has one thing to say before he goes into a more paws-off role. "Don't swim, please. As Isla said, you never know what type of fish or other nasty creatures can be lurking in the depths, eh? And your gear'll be ruined quicker than in the mud, wot. Plus," he adds, "Being wet'll make you a beacon to the little blighters nipping at us..."

Zolomon asks, "Fish that bite are in the swamp?"

Nilear wrinkles his nose at the idea of swimming "The mud's foul enough, I don't even want tah see wot decides tah live here" he's quickly off though, trying to hurry through the mud towards the hills in the distance. He does look back at the corporal after Zolomon's question though. He might not want to meet the local wildlife but he is curious.

Cera frowns "I hope not.." And now she doesn't want near water, just in case as they make their way to the hills.

Slapping his cheek where a bug landed, the corporal responds in an irritated tone, "Maybe, but I was referring to these bloody little horrors, wot! Anyway, I think you lot can manage something, eh?" Terrence drops back a few paces from the main group, still testing the ground his spear end and not saying anything more unless he has to.

"Walkin tis!" Isla nods to Terrence, adjusting her pack and going for her canteen. It's very muddy, and she spits gunk, pulling a face. "Urgh!" She continues walking towards the hills, struggling with the mud. But she's light and quick, and uses rocks and branches and trees to navigate wherever possible!

Zolomon is still careful of the swamp muck and goo as he walks, and they are seemingly almost to the hills as he grins "Look alive, de next item is in sight almost"

Nilear flicks an ear at the bugs when they're mentioned "Well, I was tryin' tah ignore those" he mutters before suddenly going "Eek!" sharply as a bush in their path stands up and looks surprisingly like a hare underneath "Wot ho chaps!" the bush greets cheerily "Here tah warn yah of the great balog! He's in the hills, guardin' yah marks. If he catches yah he'll make yah stay tah help with lunch and" the bush looks grim "Yah won't be able tah eat any of it" back to cheery again and the bush waves them off and disappears to go make other groups job "Best of luck!" amongst the hills was one of the cooks making lunch for the officers. Though they'd given him a hat with horns on so clearly he was actually some sort of monster. Sala cooks obviously make excellent guards though and the little pile of stones on cords was sat next to his fire.

Isla laughs at the bush that appears and disappears with its cryptic warning. "So we bally well don't want t'get caught." The recruit nods, eyeing the cook. "So, a stealthy approach, then?" She whispers to her team, nodding at the rocks. "I'll make a distraction, an' one of you can go for it!" Without a better plan in place, the hare shrugs off her gear and leaves it in a safe dry place, takes a deep breath, and takes of ''running'' into the hills. "BALLY HOOOOOOOO!" She shouts, ducking and dodging and racing away from the fire, in the hopes that the cook will abandon their post and the rocks the group needs to be snagging!

Felicity has been tagging along silently, mostly there to help make sure the Privates and Recruits don't get themselves killed by eating stuff that's not actually food. Raising an eyebrow at the dressed-up hare, she comes quietly up just in time to see Isla dash off. "Isla! We're s'possed t'agree first....oh, for th' love, don't run off by y'self!" Groaning, the Corporal scowls. "S'pose I oughta go aftah 'er an' make sure she doesn't get killed by drownin' in a 'idden mud pit...."

The cook/monster looks up sharply at the noise and lurches forward to protect stone markers with a ladle. He figures out the game when Isla runs off though because he knows he's going to have hares distracting him but he's supposed to be a big scary monster so he's got to play the part! He remains civilized long enough to take the soup off the fire but then he gives chase, clutching his hat to his head as he runs after Isla with an angry "Aarooooooo!"

Cera is getting better at avoiding troubles and hidden dangers fairly well "We need those stones so we like...win"

Zolomon keeps an eye out for anything or anyone else, it's too quiet to suit him and he sighs "Come on we need ta do all this while tis still light out"

Isla is running. "GE' TH'BLOODY ROCK!" She yells over her shoulder, taking a hard turn and slipping on a patch of moss. She hits the ground and takes a face-full of mud. Sputtering and spitting, she scrambles upright again, looping back towards the group. She sees Felicity hollering and chasing after her, and just shoots a tired thumbs up. She really hopes that someone in her group goes and gets that rock!

Felicity knows that they're only supposed to supervise and make sure nobody actually dies, so she goes ahead and chases after Isla, easily catching up to her and keeping up with her (seeing as how she and Zolomon are the fastest hares in the Mountain). "Y'supposed t'make sure all y'party agrees b'fore y'run off!" Her footing isn't as steady here as it is out on the sands, and so that's becoming a bit of a bother to the Runner.

Cera goes to help get the rock as well, a grin as she so SO intends to grab at least one rock!

Zolomon trips a hare that's clearly from the other team and just grins at them and chuckles, "Watch ya step lad...slippery here huh?"

Nilear looks highly surprised as Isla disappears off running and that it works and the cook chases her. He snaps out of it when everyone starts talking though "Well we're not goin' tah get them and win if yah two keep standing there! Get the rock an' scarper before he comes back!" he hisses the words out before sighing with a little relief as Cera grabs one "Right, leg it! Two down, three tah go chaps"

Back from her successful distracting mission, Isla is out of breath and somehow muddier than she was before. Gathering her things, she nods at Cera with the rock in paw. "Good... Job.... You lot..." The recruit pants, a grin on her face. Two down! She is eager to keep going, and following the lake edge seems to be the best bet to get to the next one quickly. She points this out on the map, and walks with the others. Almost done!

Zolomon keeps focused as they are doing well, but it's also slowly getting dark as they walk along and get close to where some woods are, he hmmmss softly as he is slightly away from the others, then he is a runner so he can get clues to the others as he scouts ahead a little to get a better look at where the next marker stone is and grins, maybe he can get it and surprise them all and be a saved the day hero as he goes to creep to the stone, his focus only the stone.

Nilear gives both Isla and Cera a grin and thumbs up each "Team work!" and with that it's on to the next on by the woods. The woods is essentially a treasure hunt. There's just a sign nailed to a tree saying 'Good luck finding it. It's been hidden well' and they have to search for it. As it's turns out it's hidden in a hole between some roots and with Zolomon's headstart and finding it before the rest of the group even gets there they might catch up some time...Except Zolomon's not there when they arrive. The woods appear deserted. All that's to be found is some drag marks and some webbed footprints.

Felicity is grumbling quietly as she glares at the mud splattered on her legs from her run. When they (finally) arrive at the tree roots, she notices the webbed footprints because she's had the training needed to keep in mind that you could die at any time...and also because she's still upset about having to run after Isla to make sure she didn't find a mud pit. Freezing, the Corporal draws her sword as she hisses at the others to be quiet. Pointing at the webmarks in the mud, she starts to scan the woodlands around them, hoping her fellow hares are actually listening to her.

Cera follows and frowns, "Wot?" She whispers as she sees the drag marks and blinks and the web marks... "Umm....wot the...?" She tries to whisper best she can, wait who is missing? Or maybe it's some trick of the other team.

Nilear looks alarmed as Felicity draws a sword and he immediately starts looking around all over the place as he inches closer to the others and pulls out his own sword "Wot's goin' on?" he whispers. The woods seem quiet until the silence is broken by a loud CROAK. The toads are hiding, blending in with the trees but there's a quiet hissing laugh coming from at least four spots. They apparently find the hares funny.

Felicity mutters a curse under her breath. "Well, that's just bloody great." Her sarcasm oozes like the mud around them. "Shoulda thought o' th'fact that woods tend t'be warmah than out in th'open. Try t'go back out th'way we came...carefully." She urges them to go, keeping herself between them and the toads (hopefully).

Cera frowns and looks suddenly worried she has heard stories of toads and frogs and lays a paw on her saber as she tries to stay brave, come on she tells herself you survived a siege and basically doom day in Mossflower and this scares you "I..I wanna go home....can we now...please?"

"But we didn't finish" is all Nilear can mutter. It of course doesn't really matter now but he's just a recruit, he's had lots of training but very little real danger. He does as he's told at least and edges back the way he came, slowly moving towards the edge of the woods. From the woods there's slowly more and more laughter and it gets louder as the hares back off until finally one of the toads throws a rock at them. They of course find this hilarious and more rocks are quickly thrown followed by a few spears as a dozen frogs and toads all have their fun trying to scare the hares and hit them with the rocks.

"We're prob'ly 'bout t'DIE an' y're worried 'about WINNIN'?!" Felicity growls in a low voice, shuffling behind those under her care, blue eyes blazing as she keeps a watch for attack. As soon as the first rock is thrown, she gives one of the sharpest commands she's ever spoken: "RUN, BACK T'THE MEETIN' PLACE, NOW!!" She turns and flees, keeping the Recruits and Privates ahead of her (which is hard since she's a Runner by nature, and her body was built to go fast), glancing over her shoulder to make sure they're not being followed.

Cera rowns "Die? I..I dont wanna die!!! I still have things I want to do in life..."She whimpers now "I..I have to tell Private Konnor I love him...."What the? okay then...well that's for SURE important "Yes run..." A spear barely misses her and one recruit faints and she catches them, oh joy two packs and now this!! She hates today why didn't she just over sleep and get yelled at later!

Nilear is just trying not to panic, he knows life and death trumps the trials really but his mind just went to being disappointed about losing instead of facing potential death. He eeks as the first rock is thrown and doesn't have to be told twice, he's off running as fast as he can until he looks back and sees Cera with a fainted recruit and springs back to help carry them away "Declarations of love latah!" he yells as he runs but suddenly changes direction towards the slow winding river to the north "There's a crossin' on the map! The camp's by it! There's hare's there!" it's closer than the starting point at least. The toads do chase them out of the woods but they don't go far beyond the trees, just throwing things until the hares are out of range after which a couple get the hilarious idea to grab the limp Zolomon from where they'd stashed him, hold him up above their heads and dance around laughing and taunting in some other language. This brings on more laughter from the group.

Felicity urges the other hares onward, quickly changing direction. "Oi, all o' you! Follow 'im!" She orders, pointing to Nilear and silently promising herself that she's gonna suggest nametags for everyone whenever they do this kind of training thing again. She glances back and sees Zolomon being paraded around, and something snaps within her. She pauses where she is, takes as deep of a breath as possible, and screams as loudly as she can, "EEEULLLAAAALLLLIIIAAAAA! PATROL T'THE FORE, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! EULALIA!!" Then it's back on the run, vowing that she'll return to save her fellow Runner, so help her!

Cera frowns as she goes faster and trips over something, skinning her knee..joy! Two packs and a limp passed out recruit can slow you down easily.

For his part, Terrence had been half-paying attention the hares' antics from where he was some yards away, until the toads appeared and start chasing them. "COME ON!" The corporal bellows, waving his spear frantically. "FOLLOW ME! It's pretty solid this way!" He remains in place, intending to take the rear of the fleeing hares. Until Cera trips, of course. He runs forward to her, offering a paw. "Here, let me take my pack back, wot! And get moving!"

A couple of the toads venture out to try and catch the stragglers with nets as Cera trips but then Felicity starts yelling and they know that war-cry. They know what the patrol hares are of course but the war-cry is a promise of battle. The mood in the woods changes instantly from laughter to anger and they charge regardless of the cold. Spears ready to attack, nets ready to capture. Only the two with Zolomon stay behind and drag him back off in to the woods.

Cera looks behind her and eeps as she barely misses a net...the poor passed out recruit she was carrying is taken away! She sighs ...not her fault! Okay maybe it is a little as she runs faster now.

Felicity turns and stands her ground a distance behind the other hares. She knows she basically just invited the battle, but she also knows any decent and sober hare within earshot will come to their aid. As the toads advance, the Runner screams her warcry again and meets an amphibian as he closes on her. Ducking under his spear, she goes to stab him in the skull, trying to give the Recruits and Privates enough time to escape and bring back help! She quickly loads her sling in her left paw, keeping hold of her sword in her right paw and using her loaded sling like a flexible club to bash a toad upside the head as she stabs at another with her blade.

And as all the other hares turn and begin to head in the opposite direction, fleeing from the sudden onslaught of toad attacks, there is one who appears to be going in the wrong direction...which is in the direction of the toads. Not heeding the warnings of his fellow Patrollers, the massive hare can see one thing and one thing only...his companions being attacked. This does not sit well with him, to say the least, and the crash of his footpaws is heard as he barrels towards the attackers. His attention laser-focuses on the two toads with the nets who are out in front of the others...perhaps this was not their lucky day. Lacking his sword, it still didn't seem to matter as Dom's paws immediately thud into the first toad's belly. Pushing him off to the side, the other is met with a footpaw to the face, which completely knocks the toad flat. Dom's eyes are burning with rage, and he lets out a loud bellow, avoiding the flung spears and nets as he heads towards the other attackers.

Another net is caught on Terrence's spear point, entangling it. The corporal lets the weapon go, drawing from his belt his blade, slashing at a nearby toad to detour it as he slowly falls back to stand by the other corporal. "Well, today's going south right quick, eh?" He mutters, grimly.

Cera is not the best fighter but when one tries to grab her she bites its paw and jabs her blade it its eye...ouch for the toad as she runs further away!

All the yelling of course attracts other attention. The big ears aren't just for show! The camp is close enough that Greg and the small group waiting there know something's going on and have started heading towards the noise "Wot the hell did yah do?!" shouts the voice of Greg out of the distance. It's a funny sort of war-cry. Help is on the way though as the hares can hear fighting and charge straight for it. The captured recruit by Cera is swiftly dragged away back towards the woods while the other toads continue in their attempts to catch the rest of them. The injuries and losses on their side just seem to make them mad and the try to split the hares up and get in between them and the rest of the group. Trying to get behind them and attack from both sides. Dom has a different tactic. They try and keep back and start throwing things at the oversized hare.

Felicity doesn't reply and instead continues whacking and slashing at the toads, her face frozen in a furious grimace. Hearing Greg, though, she shouts back, "'Twasn't our fault! Y'lot promised the toads would be asleep!!" Yes, blame the higher-ranking hares. It's usually their fault, right? She trips over a spear, rolls, and springs upright, getting a slash to the cheek as she takes the wielder of the spear out with a stab and a clobber with her still-loaded sling!

Dominik is rather limber despite his size, and he easily manages to avoid the projectiles thrown in his direction. The large hare even finds some grim amusement from the fact that they are trying to play it smart and attack him from afar instead of simply ganging up on him. Well, I mean, wouldn't -you-? The fact that he is gradually being cut off from the others doesn't really seem to phase him, and he picks up the occasional misthrown spear from the ground and flings it back into the group of toads. Rocks are tossed as well, and Dom really doesn't have much of a weapon aside from his own paws. Until he sees the small, half-uprooted tree nearby. Making his way over to it while at the same time ducking and weaving projectiles, the buck finally reaches said tree. Wrapping his arms around it, he tugs upwards as hard as he can until he finally manages to uproot the thing. He then proceeds to turn, using the tree as a battering ram as he trounces towards the toads unfortunate enough to be closest to him. Swinging the tree like a bat, Dom sends some of the toads scattering...others are sent flying back into the swamps as utter chaos reigns around him. He'd put himself in a dangerous position, being closer to the toads now, but all he concentrates on is seeing how many he can bat into the air.

The loud croaking from the toads can be heard on nearly every side of the hares, and, while several rush around to block off the hares' escape, some of the others seem wary of the noise in the distance from the main camp. However, that doesn't stop them for long, and the toads are soon on the hares again, replacing their fallen kin, with some going in between Dominik and the others, encircling the large hare though keeping a safe distance from him now. They're scared of the private, though not too scared that numbers won't boost their morale.

Terrence, for his part, has been doing a decent job of not being caught up by the spears, sparing a glance at Felicity. "That-" He jabs at a toad that got too close for comfort, "That might bite you back later, wot!" The corporal looks around, biting his lip. "OI!" He calls, "Stick close together and try to firm up in a tight group! If you have spears, try to point those ou-YOCH!" he gets cut off as a toad jabs him in the arm.

Gregorian doesn't have a huge force with him, there was only a few in the camp during the training but they've also got the first two groups to make it back to camp with them as they appear on scene to see the exact scale of the problem "Archahs! Careful with yah targets. Everyone else stick tahgetah and get tah the othahs!" he orders as they surge forward in a clump and try to get to the others that have been split off and join them up with the main group.

Felicity glances at Terrence. "OI! Y' 'EARD 'IM, GET IN A FIRMER GROUP, QUICK!" She fights towards the other hares while staying close to Terrence, letting lose her slingstone at one of the toads attacking Dom, quickly reloading and turning it into a club again. "Get y'speahs into a wall stickin' out! Try t'keep th'monstahs back, wot!"

Dominik uses his improvised weapon to keep the encircling toads at bay, slowly turning in a circle as he swings it at the group who are encroaching upon his space. The space gets smaller and smaller as more toads arrive, and they seem to correctly realize the biggest threat and try to neutralize it. Dom can see that fear in their faces, and he cannot help but give a satisfied grin to himself despite his dire circumstances. Striking fear into the hearts of vermin is always number one on his list, and accomplishing that gives him a bit of satisfaction. "Take step closer, get tree in face..." he booms, his ears now flattened upon the back of his head. "Vil take as many of you vith me as I can. Who vants to try first?" The occasional net is thrown, which he easily sidesteps, though once the toads realize that they probably could throw multiple nets at once, the large hare likely would be in a bit of a spot.

As arrows and stones are loosed into the toads some are driven back, either turning tail and fleeing or jumping into nearby pools of water and muck to disappear in the dirty water. However, the majority are still in a frenzy. They croak and gurgle, waving their spears madly as they charge the smaller hare group, still some distance from the Sergeant. The toads who had circled around the hares to cut them off, however, start to realize they've been caught between a rock and a heard place, running away with little effort on the Patrol's part. But they soon join the main body of toads, adding to their numbers. Those around Dominik give ghoulish grins, rushing at him all at once with a cry of, "GLRRRG!" One does fall to Felicities well aimed stone, though, but it doesn't phase the others.

Terrence manages to slay the offending toad, though his arm hangs loosely at his side. He nods in thanks to the other corporal for reinforcing his call. Sword still pointed out, he moves closer to the others. "If you have slings, try to use them as well - don't worry about aim, wot! Just harass the little buggers!"

The larger force of hares push forwards as fast as they can towards the others. Though a good chunk of their numbers are recruits there are at least a few seasoned privates and officers to keep the group from getting split up in the chaos. Greg yells orders when needed including "Dom yah blatherin' idiot! Yah cut off! Get back tah the group!" but he spends a lot of the time knocking the living daylights out of toads that don't get out of the way fast enough. He melds in with the crowd, one blur of weaponry flashing among many.

Felicity relaxes just a ''tiny'' bit when the beleaguered hares finally form a circle. But her relaxation doesn't last long as she slings a stone at the toads near Dom. "Fight t'Dominik! Stay in formation, but move! Afore 'tis too late! EULALIAAAAAAAAA!!!" She shoots another stone, then another, keeping her sword out, just in case. The larger group of Patrollers has been slowed somewhat now that they are engaged in battle, but they are working their way to the smaller group of fighters, nonetheless.

Dominik had accomplished quite a few impressive, and one might say even Herculean, tasks in the past, and had garnered a reputation for being one not to be trifled with or angered for any reason. Upon seeing the scene currently playing out in the swamps, one would understand this reputation, as the toads being to all rush at him at once. As they close in, it becomes increasingly difficult for the large hare to use the tree as he'd been using it previously, and so he is forced to abandon the weapon in the fight for his life. Still, he gets one good last use out of it, flinging it horizontally at the first line of approaching toads. Aww, he is touched...they are using an entire unit just for him! Now that his paws are free, he thwacks left and right, not aiming anywhere in particular, just striking out at the multitude of toads that are within his personal space. His footpaws come into play as well, as he leaps and kicks out, and toads fly left and right off of the rapidly growing pile that is closing in and beginning to subdue Dom. "EULALIAAAAA!" he bellows, struggling and fighting even as he is finally swarmed over by his adversaries. Still, he slowly rises once again, just a pile of toads lifting off the ground, before he finally is weighed down beneath them all.

Crawling over an increasing number of their dead comrades surrounding Dominik, more toads pile onto the hare, some casting their nets to catch him, while others try to beat him senseless with their spear ends, while still more simply try to stab him. The rest of the toads not in the withering mess around him turn towards the war cries, with some more fleeing here and there. Yet still the majority of toads are set on fighting what they see as trespassers and challengers, leaping over fallen bodies forward with their nets out and spears pointed.

"EUALIAAA! GIVE 'EM BLOOD AND VINEGAR!" Terrence joins in, roaring as he lunges forward to skewer another toad. "Quickly now!" He barks out, looking behind him for a moment, "Let's start making an orderly retreat to the good ol' Sarge, mates!"

Felicity REALLY wants to argue with that idea -- it seems nothing short of perfidious of them to abandon Dom under a heap of toads! -- but she knows arguing would only sow distension and confusion amongst those under the command she shares with Terrence at the moment. "You 'eard 'im! Join forces wi' th' Sarge, then we can save our comrades as a largah force!" As stream of curses cuts off anything else the Runner was going to say as a stray rock clips her forehead and blood gushes into her eye. It's a pretty shallow wound, but facial injuries always bleed a lot, and so she is partly blinded. The larger group of hares is coming steadily closer, their war cries giving the Recruits and less seasoned Privates courage to keep pressing onward. The groups are coming closer together, so maybe they can save Dom here in a few minutes??

Dominik is facing odds currently insurmountable even for the large hare, as he is piled on by his attackers. The nets entangle his arms and legs, and despite him struggling he isn't able to do much...especially once the toads begin to lay in with their spearbutts. Despite his struggle, Dom eventually crumples to the ground helplessly as he is thwacked relentlessly with spears, sustaining a few stab wounds here and there as well due to his inability to defend himself very well. The attempted help from his comrades was admirable, but there were just too many toads in one place for them to handle, let alone one hare. So their retreat is understandable...not that Dom would really be able to tell, anyway, in his current situation.

The toads throw back their heads and croak victoriously when the big private is brought down and they soon are dragging him away. Some are in clear awe of Dominik, even as they take him, and that may keep him alive longer than most if the worst comes to pass. The rest of the toads start to realize while they have superior numbers, the second group of hares headed by the one-legged long-ears might be too much so they start to try to get away from the hares. The small group with Felicity and Terrence, however... More toads start attacking them, tossing nets and small rocks into their midst, catching at least one private and slaying another.

"Felicity, I don't think we can go after him," Terrence mutters to her out of the side of his mouth, quickly dipping his head to avoid a stone. "He's beyond our reach, and going after him will get yourself or the rest of us killed!" The corporal slashes a toad across his face as another recruit goes down next to him. "WE NEED TO MOVE BACK, NOW!" He roars out.

Varus had intended to join this routine training exercise. Totally routine. So routine as to be boring. However, at the last minute, the Major found himself with a stack of paperwork. More recruit evaluations. Slightly more boring. By the time dusk is beginning to settle over the mountain, however, and the trainees are not back... They're hours overdue, after all, Varus and the badger lord are concerned. Displaying remarkable initiative, the Major handpicks 10 of the remaining hares in the mountain... The downside being that they're all unfortunately his age or older. Oh well, age equals experience, right? Varus and his merry band of old fogies march out into the waning sunlight, making double-time toward the Marshes.

Felicity has clasped a hankie to her forehead wound with her left paw, thus rendering her sling useless. She stabs at toads who dare to get to close, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I know....but we'll come back. 'Tis what we do. EULALIAAAAAAAAA!!!" She fights ferociously, slicing through nets and knocking aside spears. "ADVANCE T'TH'REAR! QUICK, FIGHT Y'WAY BACK T'OUR COMRADES, WOT! EEEUUULLLLALLLIIIIAAAA!!!" The larger group of hares is close, yet with how many toads are here, so far away. But they are fighting their way closer, closer to the rescue.

Dominik isn't really in much of a position to do anything, as the unconscious and bloodied hare is encased in the toads' nets and dragged away with them into the swamp. He did indeed take some of them with him, however...as a matter of fact, quite a few, judging by the pile of toad bodies scattered about the area around where Dom had been cornered. It was rather impressive, that is, if one had time to really survey the whole scene instead of being accosted by more and more toads. Still, one cannot help but wonder if the toads are aware of what exactly they are about to put themselves through once the large hare awakens and realizes the situation. Perhaps it may have been better if they had just killed him on the spot.

The toads seem to finally catch on that the smaller group is trying to fight their way back to the larger group, and so start to filter in-between the two, intent on getting as many hares as they can. The ones dragging Dominik are almost excited to bring back the 'great warrior' as they call him in their tongue. The smell of dead toads mixed with the already foul swamp fumes is revolting, yet the toads are clueless to it, their croaks getting louder and louder. A particularly big and ugly toad, with a large wart right between both eyes, lunges with his crude spear at Felicity with wolfish look. Another picks up a rock and tosses it right at Terrence.

"O it's hard 'n' dry when the sun is high, an' dust is in yer throat! When the pours down, near fit t' drown, It soaks right through yer coat! But th' Hares o' th' Long Patrol, my lads, stout 'earts they walk wi' me, over 'ill an' plain 'n' back again, t' th' shores o' th' wide blue sea!" Varus leads his comrades in this old Long Patrol marching song, as they cross the dunes, ever southward. The sun is quite low in the sky by the time they near the marshes, and the sounds of unmistakable battle can be heard. "Right'o! There's blood 'n' vinegah t' be 'ad, boys! Sounds like th' trainees got in ovah their 'eads, wot!" One older hare, who only has one eye, one ear, and one leg, grimaces. "I 'ear *toads*, Varus..." "Aye, so do I... So, shall we?" The elder hares all draw their weapons, and yell, "EULAAAALIAAAAAA!"

The rock connects with the corporal right on the jaw, and Terrence stumbles back, dazed. He blinks, spitting out a bloody tooth, managing to catch himself in time. The hare waves his blade wildly at the advancing toads, not really aiming for any of them, just trying to keep them away. Then his ears perk up, catching the warcry. "Seems 'elp is here, wot!" Throwing back his head, he lets out, "EULAALIA!" In answer to the veterans' cry.

Felicity avoids getting stabbed, but catches a rock with her head and falls to the ground, unconscious. As she's netted, a Recruit who knows of her grabs her sword to take back to the Mountain, knowing how important it would be to the Runner for her baby sister to get their family's sword. The Corporal has been captured! Blasted toads!

The toads have nearly wiped out the smaller group of hares by now, but the Sargent's group is fight fierce. Most of the toads are in the fray, striking out savagely with their spears and rocks - after they drag away Felicity, it seems they're no longer interested in taking more prisoners. However, some of the wort-covered amphibians hear the war cries from a new direction, and start croaking and pointing in the old hares' direction, panicking. Some turn and run, though most are too preoccupied with the hares in their midst.

Terrence, still too dazed to fully react to his fellow corporal going down, tries to help her only to take another spear in his leg. He backs off, standing with the recruit who retrieved Felicity's sword. As the small group grows even smaller, they finally make their way to the sage's force. As the two groups merge, Terrence limps his way over to give tired salute with his rapier. "Good evenin', Sarge, 'ow are you?" The corporal says through a fat lip. Stumbling slightly with his left arm hanging uselessly by his side, he returns to fight alongside the other hares while the group waits for the aid of the 'old fogies'.

Varus raises his sabre, and launches himself savagely at one of the retreating toads, killing the wart-covered beast instantly. Alas, he was a little too slow with escaping. In fact, all the stragglers are swiftly cut down by the older hares. Unfortunately, the bulk of the toad forces have got away. Those that remain are like shooting fish in a barrel. Pulling his blade from the toad he'd killed, and and cutting down another, Varus makes his way to the group of surviving trainees.

The toads, who had moments before been so sure of killing the troublesome long-ears, now croak wildly as they're cut down on two sides. They trip over each other to escape the patrol veterans, pushing each other down to give themselves more of a chance to escape the wrath of the hares. The surviving trainees and other hares seize their chance, surging forward with a yells of, "EULAAALIA!" and, "BLOOD AND VINEGAR!" The remaining toads are trapped between the two groups of hares, being dispatched easily.

The corporal lags a little behind them all, limping over to Varus. He offers a very shaky salute, nearly falling over as he says, "Sah! Fancy meetin' ya here, wot! Thanks f'the help, y'bloody good chap!" Terrence gives a wide grin that looks like death, what with the wounds to his arms and legs, his bloody lip and missing teeth.

Varus peers around, and sees only Terrence as the ranking hare. He returns the salute. His force of ten veterans is mopping up the resistance, leaving not a one of the toads alive. "Corporal Terrence. I take it yahr commandin' officah is... I don't see Gregorian, eithah..."

The toads are now dead or fleeing far away from the hares, their croaks fading in the distance.

Still reeling from the rock to the face from earlier, Terrence simply blinks at the major for a moment. "Oh! Eh," He pauses, looking with unfocused eyes at the hares behind him, "Well, Sergeant Greg's back there I think, wot." He points for good measure. "We were split up inta smaller groups an' the like, I dunno know where tha' officah's are, sah."

Varus nods. "Right then. F'r now yer mah second in command. Gi' me th' situation report, Corporal. But per'aps y' should sit... Julian, y' got got medic experience, correct?" A hare who looks ancient and walks with a noticeable limp makes his way toward Terrence. "Yes sah, I do. C'mon, lad, let's get y' looked at..."

Nodding gratefully, the young hare moves to sit on a nearby log. The left side of Terrence's face is turning an ugly shade of blue and yellow around the cut lip, and his arm has a deep stab wound with his leg likewise injured. "Thank ya', sah..." The corporal mutters as he sits. "As far as I know, sah, Corporal Felicity, private Dominik, private Zolomon, private Konner are captured or killed, with at least five hares I know of unaccounted for - Privates Cera, Nilear, an' Isla. Tha's all I know off in mah group, wot. Haven' tha' time to find out abou' tha' othah group-s, sah! Toads an' frogs attacked Zolomon when he rushed on ahead, and we've been fighting for our lives since, well, till ya came along, o'course, sah..."

The medic hare Julian starts pulling out rolls of bandages from his pack, and begins to wrap it around the stab wound on Terrence's arm. Varus, meanwhile, listens intently, and nods. "That's a sizable numbah t' killed or captured. Y' fought well, though. Agh, but we're goin' t' have t' send a rescue pahty. As soon as possible... I 'ate toads..."

"Thank ya, sah, an' remember t'bally-well sign m'up fo'tha'!" Terrence says with a toothy grin. "Don' wan' to leave m'mates in their slimy clutches any longer than necessary, wot!" He winces as the bandages wrap around his arm, taking a deep breath. "I think in th'othah groups th' losses are mim-mininal," The corporal stumbles over the word, continuing, "Minimal, wot. Think I see jolly ol' private Lackley ovah there, sah, I do..."

Varus squints into the waning light. Stars are coming out. Being out so far from the mountain after dark with so many injured hares is not the most ideal situation. "Mmm, Well, don't die on us, lad. Ah, right... Wherevah Greg is... I need t' find 'im. We're goin' t' make a strategic retreat, wot. We're fahr too exposed out 'ere." He finally sheaths his sabre. Yes, c'mon, all beasts that c'n walk on their own, 'elp those that can't. We c'n get back t' th' mountain in about an hour..." He regards Terrence again. The old Major likes his fire. "An' I'll see about gettin' y' out 'ere f'r th' rescue..."

Terrence beams at those last words. "Thank ya! Don' worry 'bout me, sah, don' plan on dyin' now." In the dark, he pulls himself up on wobbling legs. "Also, sah," The corporal fully focuses on Varus, with some obvious effort, "If corporal Felicity's still kickin' when we rescue them, I think she needs some recognition, wot. Fought braver than th'rest of us, an' I think our group would all be slain or captured if she weren' there, sah...Went down fightin', she did, wot wot..."

Varus nods. Felicity is in his patrol. "She may well be due a commendation, in that regahd," he replies. His group of ten veterans are helping the injured hares get up on their feet, to start the march back toward the mountain. "I'll suggest that per'aps you ought get some sort of recognition, Corporal. So long as y' don't lag be'ind, wot!"

"Oh! Uh, right sah! Won't fall behind, no sah-ee!" Still addled from the knock, Terrence does his best to not 'lag be'ind'. He limps along with the hares, while more able-bodied beasts not helping with those wounded retrieve the bodies of their fallen comrades.

Yes indeed, Varus likes this Corporal. He'll have to try to remain professional regarding the smart up-and-comer. In the meantime there's the slow march home, with the injured... And the dead.

== 'Erg' the Blog-Slayer, Round I: Greatest Fighter in the Cage ==

;Following the disastrous survival training...
[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1370| Originally posted by Ol'random]

:''Note: In captivity, Pvt. D. Kasimir was forced into a toad fighting ring and adapted to his circumsatnces for good or ill as 'Erg'.''

The majority of the hares had been taken back to the mountain but with some still missing and with the toads the planning for a rescue mission was underway. Greg had barely stopped in the mountain long enough to report before he'd been back out. They'd set up at the dunes by the edge of the swamp and he was currently standing on top of one of the dunes, watching the marshlands with a frown and waiting for some scouts to report back.

Cera has been around to help with any healing needs, she had gotten away, barely gotten away, but got away from the toads "Never wanna bally well see toads again." Another Private, a Mel agrees, he had only escapes and was just found maybe ealier this morning, cause he trips and just played dead as too many toads at the time was between him and the others, he had wandered into camp looking like a mud monster till they quickly ID-ED him as a hare.

Gregorian has a list of the missing, he was happy to cross one off and had the scouts do an extra sweep to check for any more hiding out as they search for where the toads are keeping those that were captured. His ear turns to the conversation and his frown deepens though he doesn't take his eyes off the swamp "Yah goin' tah have tah if we're goin' tah get everyone back"

Cera turns and gives a nod "Understood sur...but how, like attck in the daytime?" Toads are less active in daylight right? Toads is one thing she didnt read up on, just heard of them and howw they like to keep slaves and sometimes get bored of them and ills them. "They couldnt of gotten too far, could they?"

Gregorian finally looks at her but it's to shoot a frown her way. He's been extra serious since the attack. A small huff and he looks back to the swamp "Toads, frogs and the like slowest when it's cold. Day is the worst time. Stealth, sneak in, sneak out is the best option tah avoid anothah battle and furthah casualties...but I'm sure the officahs will have their ideas and ordahs tah follow"

Cera ears go flat, she nods "I'm...sorry I should read more on things like toads and such. Been more concerned with training with my dirk and the exercise drills than reading up on some things like...swamps, reading is sort of boring" Yes she can read she just dislikes it, she rather read something exciting than just facts. "Wot will I be needed ta do sur?"

Gregorian hackles raise and he looks angry when he turns back to her. He's in a mood and apparently easily angered today "Readin' is borin'. Yah excuse for ignorance is that readin' is ''borin'.'' This purposeful display of ineptitude is wot yah decide tah display tah yah superior officah with the excuse that it's borin'? Yah in the long patrol. Do yah think all there is tah it is swingin' around yah blade and doin' a few sit ups?"

Cera takes a deep breath, but she manages to, just barely hold back an urge to yell at the sergeant. She does glare slightly s she listens to him, "I am sure others think it boring too...and training ta fight is important...sur" She shakes her head "I surrived fairly well on me own without...reading too much, why read anyways?"

Gregorian glares back firmly "I don't care wot they, yah or anyone else thinks. If yah told tah read every book in the mountain yah do it. Yah keep on yah back talkin' and I'll have yah doin' just that"

Cera rolls her eyes and muttters something about how higher ups are just bossy and rude. She has had a bad couple days so her short temper is starting to show, she did push a fellow private into the mud yesterday while hunting those stones after all. Private Mel has decided to get far, far away to...oh look they may need help cooking what ever that green stuff is today, he is sure its...sort of eatable.

Gregorian remembers her actions yesterday and had considered the matter closed but he's rethinking that. He steps over, getting closer as he caught a little bit of that muttering "Do yah want tah repeat that loud enough for everyone tah hear?" he asks, his voice raising.

Cera looks up at him as she had started to walk off and sit elsewhere, she folds her arms over her chest seemingly refushing to repeat her words, "Can I...go now...sur?"

"I did not tell yah that yah were dismissed!" Greg barks out when she started to walk away. He narrows his eyes at her as she folds her arms. "How yah have reached private with yah attitude is beyond me but if yah keep this up I'll see tah recommendin' yah be bumped down tah recruit since yah clearly have no concept of followin' ordahs or respect for the chain of command"

Cera tenses up a little, "Why are you so bossy and rude.." She then cups a paw over her mouth, it slipped out too late for her to do anything as the ears flatten and she KNOWS she is in trouble as she takes a deep breath "I'm..I'm sorry sur..I didt mean to sur" She got through training yes, it was likely barely as she finished a season after others in her class did, she had good healer skills so maybe that helped, and she has good balnce and quick footpaws to avoid danger, maybe a little work on the dirk but she is fair with that skill and still learning, sling very good..arrows are a no as she might hit a knee or a foot but not much vital on a vermin she would just slow them down, and climbing she is excellent at...tempe?...ummm thats a no, she is not always good at controling it.

Gregorian looks even more annoyed but it's her quick backpedaling when she realises she said the wrong thing that keeps him from blowing up "Yah dismissed. Go back tah the mountain, I don't want yah out here"

Cera ears stay flat, well at least the y are on the dunes just on the outside of the swamps so its not a bad walk back, she nods and stands up straighter, a salute as she says "Yes sur...right away sur" And then she turns to make her way back slowly, a sigh...this will be such a fun report to make when she is asked why are you back here for.

Gregorian hasn't moved much all day. He's tense and in a bad mood. They've set up a base of operations among the dunes just outside the swampland with just seasoned patrollers, all the recruits were safely back at home. He stands where he has done for the last few hours. On top of one of the dunes, watching the swamps and waiting for news from the scouts.

A corporal is using his spear to aid him in standing, though he's doing better than usual. Terrence's face is still bruised, but he is alert and ready, looking out towards the swamp lands. He's a bit wary of the sergeant and his bad mood, but he's in a bit of one himself - the loss of many of the recruits has sunken in, and the hare is worried that the worst might befall them.

"Starin' out at th' dunes won't make th' scouts return any fastah, wot." Varus joins the other two hares standing on the dune. "They'll be back when they get back. As f'r you, Corporal, y' shouldn't be standin' so long in yahr condition..."

Gregorian is thinking and dwelling on it. It was his idea so naturally he considers it his fault and the report he submitted before immediately returning to the area claimed responsibility even if they didn't know the full extent of what happened to set everything off yet. He doesn't respond to Terrence's presence at first but Varus' voice makes him turn and his normally relaxed salute is sharp today "Sah!" there's a pause as he frowns "There doesn't appear tah be anythin' else tah do but stand guard and wait sah"

With a meek laugh following a salute, Terrence nods. "I know that, sah, but I'm doing fine, well, as fine as I can be!" The hare turns to the major, looking at him instead of the swamp. "And I feel like if I were to sit I'd just get sand in places I'd rather not, wot." Dipping his head to Gregory, he adds, "And like Sarge says, we don't have much else to do, wot, sah."

Varus shields his eyes with a paw as he peers out. "'Ow long 'ave th' scouts been gone, Greg?" He shakes his head. "I suppose yahr right, though. Jus' th' thought o' our 'ares bein' in th' clutches o' those foul slimy beasts..."

Gregorian sighs heavily at the question and starts looking back to the swamp again "A couple of hours. They had a runnah check in about lunch time though. They know where the toad's village is but not where they're keepin' everyone..." he says before muttering "Assumin' they're even still alive" as his shoulders sink with a quieter sigh.

Watching his superiors interact, Terrence gives a sideways glance to the sergeant. "Sah, I'd have some faith in some of them, at least. I doubt Private Dominik or Corporal Felicity would get themselves killed. Though I don't know about the others, wot..." He leans on his spear, gazing back out at the marshlands. "If I may be so bold to ask, Sahs, why did the blasted toads capture beasts instead of just slaying us?"

Varus harrumps. "Dominik bettah not be dead, or I'll kill 'im mahself. 'E's mah best brawlah, wot." He turns to regard Terrence. "An astute question, Corporal. Toads are savage. They don't always take prisonahs, but wh'n they do... Well..."

Gregorian takes a deep breath and tries not to continue with the thought of everyone being dead or he at least tries not to keep voicing those thoughts "I doubt anyone has evah got close enough tah a frog tah figure out why they do anythin'. Might be like vermin and they want slaves or somethin'"

"I see..." Terrence looks down at his feet, shifting them restlessly. "That wouldn't be surprising, sah, the lot being like vermin. I daresay the toads and whatnot wanting slaves might be better for those captured than the alternatives, wot."

Varus harrumps again. "Back when I was yahr age, Terrence, I was a Corporal, too. An' I was a 'othead." He grimaces. "I was 'ead of a small scoutin' expedition. We stumbled across a group o' toads... We coulda been bloody well massacred, wot! But... I managed ta get my troops out wi' only one casualty... But I have nevah, t' this day, forgotten th' toads' brutality, wot..."

Gregorian's frown returns and deepens "The toads weren't suppose tah be there. It wasn't even near their village. No one saw them get out tah the woods...it should have been safe" he complains. He's still not sure what went wrong, he'd thought he had everything under control.

"Well, sah, doesn't change the fact that they were there." Terrence shrugs, looking back at the two officers. "There's no plan that survives the first contact, wot. Just so happens we've had bad luck the past few days, eh?"

Varus glances over at the Sergeant. "Greg... Nobeast blames y' f'r this. I certainly don't... Neithah does Lord Ciocan. Yahr one o' th' most respected officahs in th' mountain, wot." His demeanor lacks its usual hardened, gruff edge. He respects Gregorian almost more than any other hare in the Patrol, despite outranking him. "Don't be so 'ard on yahself, alright? That's an ordah..."

Gregorian continues to frown but he doesn't argue. After all, it was an order. A little huff and he looks back at the swamp again "We just have tah get them back"

Terrence gives a smile at that, his left canine tooth missing. "Won't find any disagreement with that here, sarge, wot!" He shifts the spear, readjusting his weight. "Though how many toads do you think there are, sahs? Or do we know if they're more active during the day or the night?"

Varus shrugs his shoulders and sighs. "I'm not th' biggest expert on toads, I'm afraid... There *are* likely t' be dozens, though. Not a force t' be undahestimated..."

Gregorian brushed up on whatever knowledge they had on the swamps and their inhabitants before the whole thing so it's fresh in his mind "It's hard tah know exact numbahs at any one time but the scouts are doin' a count so we should have a good idea when they return. The toads don't tend tah like the cold, yah don't see them out of their village in the wintah time...at least that was plan. I don't think a direct offensive is likely tah be a good ideah eithah way"

The corporal taps his spear. "Suppose not, sah. I imagine if we did that they might just go ahead and kill their captives, if they haven't, well..." Terrence trails off, biting his lip. "So when are we expecting the scouts back, then?"

Varus shades his eyes again. "Before dahk, most likely..."

Gregorian nods once as Varus answers the question about the scouts "If they're not back by then we have more problems" he grumbles. He finally glances over to Terrence "If we can sneak a for in, break them out and scarpah that would be ideal...though if yah don't mind me sayin' so yah look like yah could barely make the walk. Are the healahs goin' soft?"

"Now that I think about it," Terrence starts almost absentmindedly, rubbing his chin with a wince, "I think I've read somewhere that toads are more nocturnal, I believe, and they like the rain, wot." The corporal sits down on the top of the dune, facing the major and sergeant. "I think if we can get a dry day we could manage it, sah. And I'll be fine soon enough, sarge! It's only flesh wounds, these are, wot!" He pulls himself upwards with his spear to stand on his two feet to prove his point, though the hare does wobble ever so slightly. "See, nearly perfectly fit as a fiddle, sah!"

It had taken a few hours after being dragged back to the toads' village before Dom had even begun to stir; the large hare had taken a beating that more than likely would have slain any beast smaller and weaker than him, and so when his eyelids finally stir then gradually open, he finds himself staring at what appear to be....bars...of some sort? Wooden bars, as if forming some type of...cage? Huh. It takes the hare a few groggy moments to begin to recall what had happened the previous day, and the reason why he is in the spot he is in. Lifting his head gingerly, his expression a confused one at first, it shifts into a pained one as the ache in his skull begins to pound. He rests his cheek back down on the ground again after a moment, his face a mess of dried blood and bruises, lumps dotting the space between his ears, and the back of his head as well. He appears to be alone, his comrades more than likely stashed away in a separate location, though he is slightly aware of being watched from outside the cage. By many, many pairs of eyes. Creepy, toady eyes.

Varus eyes Terrence. "Ah, Greg, I made th' decision ta allow 'im t' come along, wot..."

Gregorian frowns thoughtfully at Terrence's words "Hm. I read of the cold part but I don't recall it mentionin' nocturnal...perhaps there was a second book" he keeps thinking as he watches Terrence's demonstration and he doesn't look entirely convinced but he nods at Varus anyway "If yah think that's wise sah"

''CROAK,'' came a noise from nearby. It seems not all the pairs of eyes are outside the cage, with one large toad, a sickly pale color, standing on the other side of the pen. It croaks again, standing as if its about to launch itself at the big hare. The other toads are making noises themselves, though they are most hushed, waiting in anticipation. "Glurg?" The pale toad beats his belly with a fist, before roaring, "Glag!" Those watching break out in a chorus of croaking, jumping up and down wildly as they begin chanting, "GLAG-GLAG-GLAG!" The big toad leaps at the private with spittle foaming from his mouth, brining its' impressive webbed fists to bare.

Meanwhile, across the marshland, the corporal nods thankfully at the major. "Yes, thank you for that, sah." Terrence has stopped relying on the spear to stand by now, though he still favors his left leg over his right.

Dominik at least had enough wherewithall to roll in the opposite direction as he senses the bloated form leaping into the air and down towards him. He manages to roll away just in time before the pale toad crashes down right where he'd been lying a moment before. Knowing he is in danger, though not completely aware of exactly the reasoning behind it, the large hare manages to push himself halfway back up to his footpaws. Staggering, he uses the cage bars to tug himself upright, finally reaching his footpaws, where he sways dizzily once his eyes open again. He stares at the toad through half-lidded, swollen eyes, just hanging there on the cage for a few moments as his mind works swiftly to figure out what's going in. "...erg..."

Varus's long ears perk. He can swear he hears the distant croaking growing suddenly louder. "Mmm, call it a lapse in judgement, per'aps," he says to Greg. "I find I like this lad, though. Reminds me o' mahself at 'is age..."

Gregorian's ears perk too and twitch a little as he tries to decide if he hears something "Mm" he agrees with Varus "Wealth of knowledge...as yah'd expect from a hare who spends time in the library" he watches the swamp closely though everything appears to be normal "I had tah send Cera home by the by. She appeared tah be havin' issues with listenin' tah officahs" best to keep the higher ups informed.

"Erg? Erg?! ERG!" The toads seem to find that word hilarious, and many are soon jeering it at the hare, while others still chant, "GLAG!" But some toads are screaming out, "ERG, ERG!" as if they're rooting for the hare! The big pale toad, for its part, slaps its big bloated belly again, croaking out almost questioningly, "Erg blog?" before throwing back its ugly head and opening its massive mouth, "BlOG-GLURG, ERG GLAG!" With that, the toad tosses itself at Dominik, intending to crush him with its considerable weight.

Terrence casts his gaze down at the major's words, not sure how to respond to the compliment beyond a muttered, "Er, thank you, sah." However, to the sergeant, the corporal responds, "It was in an old report, I think, wot. Written before I was born, Sah! If there's a day that's both particularly cold and dry, perhaps that would be a good time to start from, eh? Of course, once we know where they all are, that is. As for that Cera, she was trouble even before we set off on the exercise - pushed a fellow private, she did, wot! Bad form."

Varus quirks a brow. He has to think about the name Cera. Is she in his Patrol? So many names and faces to keep track of. "Wot ho, bad form, wot... Somebeast'll give 'er a propah dressin' down, though..."

Dominik seemingly doesn't have all that much time to regain his bearings, as that strange toad he finds himself trapped with flings itself right at him again. He takes a couple of staggering steps to the side, moving just in time as the toad smashes into the bars instead of hare-body. Dizziness still quite prevalent within his skull, his vision blurs and fizzes, still trying to focus on one particular thing so he can get a bead on his surroundings. He stumbles forward a few more steps, trying to get a good distance away from his attacker so that he can steady his footpaws. Wasn't the first time he'd had to fight while battered and bruised...in the North, it was simply how they would train. His ears perk up as he hears the word he had uttered in confusion being shouted and cheered back at him. What a strange place, indeed. Reaching up a hefty paw to rub at his eyes, Dom gives a shake of his head, before slowly lifting his gaze to settle upon the toad. He steadies his stance now, his nose and whiskers twitching a time or two. "Erg," he repeats, his voice low and hoarse, though it still possesses that booming quality. It's almost as if it's his way of saying 'bring it on'.

Gregorian raises an eyebrow at Terrence "Hrm, no wondah I didn't read that. It's near enough impossible tah find anythin' specific in the old reports, I hadn't even tried" he nods at the bit about Cera pushing the other patroller "Yes. Thank you for handlin' that. I believe she was away for some time, injured aftah the Redwall incident but apparently though I am bossy and mean and readin' is borin' so wot's the point?" he wrinkles his nose "I'm not prepared tah deal with that out here tahday"

"Yes, well, was no problem, sah." Terrence replies, rolling his shoulder. "And if I were you, I'd rather not have beasts like that out here, either. She could get herself, or, worse, someone else killed behaving like that, wot."

The toad is too preoccupied with the ringing in its head after smacking the bars to follow up the attack. As it groans, the others are cheering and jeering towards their brethren, now, with croaks of, "ERG BLAG!" And, "ERG GlO-BLOG! ERG GLO-BLOG!" The pale toad finally recovers, turning with a slight wobble towards the hare. It glares daggers at him, letting out low, deep croak. "Erg-log-esh. Blog glo-''erg."'' It taps itself on its chest again then points to the hare, suddenly screaming again, "BLOG GLO-ERG, BLOG GLO-ERG!" The crowd falls silent at the shout, watching intently as the big toad starts to circle the private.

Dominik had only really needed those few extra moments when the toad brained himself on the bars to get back enough awareness to realize that this is indeed a fight. Not really sure as to why, it doesn't really seem to matter to the towering hare the more he thinks it over. A fight's a fight, and fighting is what he loved to do the most. As the toad begins to circle, Dom does as well, in the opposite direction. He is measuring up his opponent as much as he is able with his limited vision, and he can already spot a weakness or two. Dom smirks at the shout, his voice rumbling low in stark contrast to the display put on by the pale toad, "...blubguts is loud, yes, but...loud...is not veapon." Biding his time, Dom continues to circle, giving the toad the opportunity to attack first.

Varus frowns. "Cera 'as been actin' erratically since th' disastrous mission t' Mossflowah... She may need counsellin', wot..."

Gregorian hrms "Well that's a job for the healahs and the mountain. Not for the heat of battle. We have enough tah deal with out here...Do yah hear the toads now? They're soundin' a bit uppity" if only he had any idea what was currently going on over there.

The corporal nods, slowly. "Hmm... Seems like that mission keeps coming back to bite us, wot." Terrence moves to rest one leg up atop the dune, looking out towards were sound could be heard faintly, ears up and perked as he listens. "I think so, sarge. Wonder what's up with them, eh? Though," he adds, after a moment or so, "If I might say so, Sah, I think she should be removed from active duty until it's all sorted out, wot. If Cera were to push a fellow patroller while in a battle, let's say, the result could be a small disaster on its own, wot wot."

"Blub-gah, loug...Ag-gon?" Some toads chitter to each other, confused by the words. The pale toad simply roars again, snapping its head down and charging full force at Dominik without really looking, disregarding its own safety. "GLURG-GLURG-GLURG!" The onlookers are working themselves back into a frenzy, especially now that the big hare looks ready to give a fight. "ERG! ERG! ERG!" Some chant, cheering the private onward.

Dominik is almost taken aback by how downright easy this is as the toad lowers his head and blindly charges towards him. Even with limited vision, the large hare can see him coming a mile away. It was his first mistake thinking Dom was simply like any other hare, and that mistake would likely cost him in a matter of moments. Almost nonchalantly, Dom steps to the side to avoid the reckless charge, and once the toad rumbles past him, he aims a solid kick towards the toad's backside, putting his full force behind it to try and send him flying facefirst into the ground. Or perhaps even right into the cage. Even an injured Dom is more than a match for a toad, and it is quickly beginning to become evident. Dom tries to avoid the reaction from the crowd, though he cannot help but find it amusing that some appear to be on his side? Weird.

Varus peers out over the dunes. "Their king probably found 'imself a perfectly loathsome female t' be 'is mate or somethin'," he replies to Terrence. "I believe those *may be* Toad matin' croaks... Like I said, perfectly loathsome." The Major doesn't bother to mention how he has any idea what toad mating croaks would sound like.

Gregorian frowns at what sounds like chanting "Wotevah they're doin' I'm sure it's not good, we need tah get them out of there soon" his nose wrinkles sharply at Varus' words "Thank yah majah for that thought. I'll be picturin' frogs slow dancin' tahgethah in my nightmares from now on"

''"Oh!"'' The corporal looks green for a moment, his ears shooting down. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear..."
With a shake of his head, Terrence looks back up, a disgusted look on his face. "Do they really do that now? Ugh..." He shudders.

A loud ''crack'' rings out as the toad strikes the wooden bars at full force, slumping to the muddy ground below. Whether the sound was from the now bent wood or the large toad is yet to be determined. The crowd of spectators are absolutely silent for a beat, before erupting into cheers of, "ERG, ERG, ERG!" However, not every toad is cheering. Many morosely turn away from the cage, their faces dark, while others just stare in shock and horror at the fallen toad, who was groaning slightly. An exchange of food seems to be taking place, with those who supported the toad handing those supporting the hare berries and bark, with a few dead bugs here and there. But - the fight's not over, not yet, at least. The pale, grotesque toad manages to stir, pulling itself up by the now crooked bars with a moan. Drool and slime pour from him as he turns hate filled eyes towards Dominik, and those so upset before come rushing back. "Blog! BLOG! ''BLOG!"'' a chant slowly starts up again, with all eyes now on the two creatures.

Varus nods solemnly. "Aye, they do, Son. Best not t' dwell on it... The scouts'll be back soon, though, then we c'n make our move..."

Gregorian gestures suddenly at Terrence as he looks at Varus "See?! Yah broke the corporal!" he pinches the bridge of his nose "Ug, I can't stop thinkin' about it. I'm going tah go and write a note back tah the mountain about Cera. Let me know if there's any news but for the love of keepin' my stomach down lets nevah talk about that again"

Dominik counted on the toad not being completely finished by the headfirst dive into the bars, and so by the time the pale toad manages to stagger back up to his hideous webbed feet, the large hare is already right on him. More than likely too bad for those who rushed back thinking this in any way would be a contest, Dom uses those rough, hefty paws the way he had been taught, thudding them in a flurry into the toad's face with heavy, clubbing blows, aiming right for the eyes. He then aims a shot or two at the wide, pale belly, his full force put behind each of the punches. The hare means business, and woe be to anyone who happened to be in his way at this point in time. Namely, that poor toad. Not caring if the toad falls, Dom continues his onslaught, paws beating down and raining blows upon the unfortunate creature. He makes no sound while doing it, his eyes narrowed and fixed down on the toad, his ears perked and wiggling...the only sound is the sound of his paws thudding into toadflesh over and over.

The big toad is out by the second punch. By the time the hare hits its stomach and the toad violently regurgitates its last meal, with half of those watching very quiet, except for those laughing at the misfortune of their fellows. "ERG, ERG, ERG, ERG!" The chant grows and grows, continuing as the poor toad is pummeled into a blubbering mess of pale flesh and yellowish slime. Its twitching now, having stopped major movements by the seventh hit. Many toads who had expected another round of fighting turn away, almost as if they couldn't watch the horror anymore. A strong, repugnant smell rises from the pale toad, as well as sicking squishing sounds each time Dominik's paws connect with what is left of it.

"Have fun with that, Sarge!" The corporal, who is mostly recovered from the mental image, calls after Gregory as he leaves. "I don't intend to dwell on it, sah! Not on my life, wot!" Terrence, while ignoring the wild noises from the marsh, does look in the direction. "Though...don't they do ''that'' in the spring, after they wake up after the winter, wot?"

Varus rubs his chin. "Hrm. Y' make a good point, Lad. Greg's right, yahr quite well-read. A well-patrollah will go fahr, I always say. Still, those noises are... Curious. It would be prudent t' remain 'ere, but 'm growin' concerned..."

Dominik is quickly becoming covered in that yellowish slime the more he pummels the poor toad, and once that initial surge of anger passes, the large hare's punches slow until they finally stop. Breathing heavily, Dom raises himself back up to his full height, before reaching down and grabbing what was left of the pale toad in his large paw. Jerking it upright in a swift movement, Dom holds the dripping, stinking mess of toadflesh aloft, making a slow turn to show -everyone- what exactly he is capable of if they try him. "ERG!" he barks, his voice booming throughout the swamps, echoing ominously. Approaching the bars that had been dented by the toad's initial collision, Dom shoves his arm through the wider space made there, shoving the toad through and dropping the carcass outside his cage for all to stare at, before he turns and trudges back to the corner of the cell. He crouches there, swollen eyes staring out into the crowd with an icy gaze.

"ERG, ERG, ERG!" The toads echo the hare, before shouting as one, "ERG-GLOG, ERG-GLOG!" Several point to their to open mouths, seemingly wanting the private to devour his fallen opponent. The blob that is the toad is unmoving with the creature's head dangling at an unnatural angle. The toads who catch the stare are unfazed, instead chanting with all the more vigor, "ERG-GLOG BLOG, ERG-GLOG BLOG!" They are louder than ever, screaming out in croaky voice and jumping up and down, while food is passed between those who supported the hare and those who didn't.

Terrence ears shoot up at the increase of sound despite his best efforts, and he spares a glance towards the major. "Well, thank you, sah. As am I... They sound almost excited, wot!"

Dominik stares out at the chanting toads, it taking a few moments for the hare to realize what the toads are implying. The pointing-to-their-open-mouths thing is a major clue, however, and Dom sloooowly rises back up to his footpaws. He stumps slowly over towards the spot where he had dropped the deceased toad, the large hare staring down at it for a long while, his brain whirring as he tries to figure out how best to handle this. Finally, he crouches down, reaching a paw out to sink his paw into the yellowish slime coating the dead toad. Rising again, he smears it first down over one eye, and then the other, making identical marks...a grotesque type of facepaint, it seems. He then reaches out through the bars, attempting to grab the nearest toad who happened to stray too close...

The toads closest to the bars leap back, still chanting - others are confused, however, staring at what is to them a mad beast wasting food to paint his face... Soon the chanting dies out, though some nervously continue, "Erg, erg, erg..." before all falls quiet. However, one toad isn't fast enough, and starts croaking wildly in terror as the slimy paw grabs it. "ERG-DAL, ERG DAL!!" it shrieks out, doing its best to wiggle free. "ECK ECK!"

Varus harrumps. He squints. He thinks he can see one of the scouts off in the distance. Perhaps this may be an excuse to get some action. "Well, Corporal... Per'aps I shouldn't inflate yahr ego so much." He eyes the younger buck.

"Perhaps, sah," Terrence replies cheekily, "But you might not hear me complaining, wot." The corporal catches sight of the scout as well, "Though, in all seriousness, sah, I'll be careful not to let it go to my head, wot. Words are only words, wot. No offense, of course, sah!"

Dominik's muzzle creases into what can be best described as a sadistic grin, as he realizes he managed to snag one of the toads! It was a 50/50 shot either way. Fishing for toads was a success! His paw grips the toad in a firm, unbreakable grip, leering down at him. He had known what he was planning on doing the second he heard the toads chanting and pointing to their mouths, and so he draws the toad close to the bars forcefully. Slamming him a couple of times into the bars to daze him, Dom then leans his head down and sinks those massive teeth right into the side of the toad's neck. He jerks his head back with a strong motion, ripping backwards, more than likely trying to take half his neck with him, before finally releasing the poor unfortunate creature.

Varus laughs, in spite of himself. "I's say yahr incorrigible, Corporal, but that'd be entirely untrue." The old veteran turns away for a moment, gets lost in his thoughts. He wishes Adrian were more like Terrence, at least as far as putting up with the Major's company. But they barely get along. Shaking his head, he sighs, then waves his paw in the direction of the scout, who returns the gesture. The hare is making good time, and two others can be seen not far behind. "Looks like we'll soon learn wot's got th' bloody toads so excited..."

Ears perked up, Terrence watches the scout coming expectingly. "Well, thank you, again, Sah." The corporal says with a slight grin, "And I daresay its about time. Something to distract us from the toad sounds, wot!" He lifts his spear, adding to Varus' efforts to wave over the scout.

The scream from the dying toad falls on deaf ears. The rest are stunned into silence, staring with wide eyes and open mouths at the hare who seemingly is eating their kin, still writhing in Dominik's grip. A bystander croaks out, "Glog?" Others answer, "GLOG-GLOG!" They throw back their heads and cackle, starting up yet another chant even as the toad, now missing a chunk of his neck, gurgles and whimpers. "ERG-GLOG, ERG-GLOG!"

Dominik doesn't exactly end up eating that chunk of toadflesh he had ripped from the unfortunate victim's neck. What, how savage do you think he is??? Sheesh! Spitting it back out at the toads gathered nearest the cage, Dom gives the dying toad a hefty boot through the bars, knocking him away. He points down at the toad, before pointing a yellow stained paw up at the gathering. His expression is steely, cold, and rather frightening to behold, especially with the toadblood staining his features. "Erg." he replies simply, his voice low and just as icy as his gaze. He once again turns and limps back to his spot at the back of the cage, crouching there once again.

As the first scout nears where Varus and Terrence are standing, he throws a hasty salute. "Major Varus, Sah. We bring news." The Major nods. "Gi' yahr report, Private Benjamin."

Terrence remains quiet, waiting intently to hear what they'll say. He shifts one one foot to the other.

The toad back hastily away, letting out a sickly ''Croak.'' The rest of the toads, confused as the hare spits and tosses his prey away, stare at him. Then, as they hear what the hare says, a few chortles can be heard. "Erg, BLOG-EG!" Some shout, before they leap on their injured comrade, tearing into it. They aren't eating the squealing toad, however, instead opting for biting and spiting out its flesh. From the mass of toads the same repugnant stench as the pale body next Dominik arises.

Dominik really doesn't seem to mind it in the least as the toads all leap onto the injured toad and begin tearing him to pieces. As a matter of fact, he simply sits back and watches with that cold and impassive gaze. Let them take each other out. It'd leave less for his comrades to have to deal with once they decided to make their appearances. After awhile, that little, sadistic grin begins to creep back upon his muzzle. It is a side of Dom that likely hadn't been seen before, and more than likely would only be brought out when absolutely necessary. Slumping down onto his bottom eventually, the injured and exhausted hare's head droops, eyes closing as the various aches and pains begin to show themselves all throughout his body. Once that adrenaline wears off, man...ouch.

Private Benjamin salutes again. "Sah. Th' warty blaggahds 'ave sev'ral prisonahs. We saw Felicity 'n' Zolomon. We think Dominik is bein' kept inna biggah cage by 'imself, but we didn't directly see 'im, Sah. Th' toads seem t' be conductin' some strange ritual, though. Even th' guahds f'r the prisonahs were takin' part... It...may be a sacrifice, Sah." Varus grimaces with distaste at that word.

The corporal raises an eyebrow as he looks at the major, "Well, that's bloody good news, wot! Some ours are alive... Though..." Terrence stops, hearing the shrieking croaks in the distance. "A sacrifice? Bad business..."

Indeed, one might say a sacrifice is taking place. The toads, having thoroughly ripped their comrade apart, part, leaving the body parts and little pieces of gore scattered on the ground. From behind them, a toad, smaller than others, comes barring a wooden platter with several large, fat worms on it, before depositing it within the hare's reach. "Erg-Glog, Erg-glog." Every toad begins to mutter amongst themselves, waiting to see what the big hare will do to the worms and small toad.

Varus harrumps. "Well, that does explain their agitation, wot. I 'ah heard seasons ago that frogs 'n' toads... Even lizahds, too, sometime conduct sacrifices of woodland creatures... I doubt they'd succeed at tying down Private Dominik, though... I don't want t' even think who it could be..." He frowns sharply.

At this point in time, Dom's energy has begun to dissipate, sapped by his fight and subsequent activities afterwards. Head drooping further, the large hare eventually begins to slooowly list to the side, before he finally slumps down to the ground. His vision goes black like a television being turned off, and soon enough he falls into unconsciousness, the plate of worms and small toad not even looked at or acknowledged as he lies there sprawled out on his side.

The small toad sits by the cage for some time, even as the majority leave once its clear nothing will happen. Some remain, hopeful 'Erg' will do something, anything, but they end up waiting for hours. The disappointed croaks of the bystanders is load, though it soon fades away. Their show ended, they go back to doing whatever toads do with free time when not watching fights.

The other two scouts eventually catch up, as well, and Varus directs the three back to the makeshift camp. Tonight, a plan of attack and rescue will be formulated. Tomorrow? Anything could happen.

== Why are You Late? ==

;The badger Lord had a recruit have Cera come to the forge- only it seemed the hare was late, late for a meeting with the Badger Lord of all beasts.
[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1371| Originally posted by Oz]

:''Note: Rct. C. Collins went AWOL after being ordered back to the mountain by Sgt. G. Harthwill.''

Ciocan had decided to work in the forge, get his mind off things going on lately. If he was needed he would go to the hare's aid. A report is what he was waiting on as he hammered away at a new blade he was making for one of the hares at the mountain. He had also repaired some armor and a saber earlier. Smoke rose and the room was fairly warm, then again it was the forge after all.

Cera came into the entry of the forge, she normally would just avoid this place but she was asked to come to the forge and wondered why. She almost just stayed in bed as she was already moody at a certain hare or two. But she came like last moment, okay she was an hour late but she didn't really care. She watched the badger work at the forge and then cleared her throat, the hare beside her just shake their head, they had been the messenger to get her here and at the same time seemed to just want to let the hare's present be know and leave.

Ciocan turned and nodded to the hares as he took the glowing blade with the thons and dipped it into the water. A lot of steam rose and he carefully laid it down on a special table "Thank you Recruit..." He then speaks "Private Cera...come closer, we need to chat"

Cera salutes and comes closer "You sent someone to talk...bout wot, I didn't remember doing anything. "She sounds annoyed like she didn't sleep much, then again she was supposed to come right to the mountain and instead got a drink at the tavern and got in this morning and still waiting...an hour...to come see what was wanted or maybe needed.

Ciocan took off the gloves he used in the forge as he spoke "One, you were to be here an hour ago and two...a report was sent that you were sent to the mountain, straight to the mountain yesterday afternoon and yet you were not seen till after breakfast today, so care to explain that first Private Cera?"

Cera frowns and then just shakes her head "I wanted to go to Halyard first, no one said not to go and didn't say straight to the mountain and why does it matter the last couple days have been very annoying...ya know toads...frogs...swamp muck and goo and then that grumpy old Gregorian was like so very rude and just...good grief. Like maybe he should brush up on some stuff before a memory little trip to not fun land"

Ciocan listens and for now keeps his temper down, "Who is your major and any other commanding officers?"

Cera speaks "Felicity and she got captured...so major Varus....we have no sergeant..Gregorian is like in charge of some other division so why even listen to him...he's old and annoying, and...old" Yes she said old twice. "Is that ALL ya wanted?"

Ciocan says, "That is not all...I said we needed to chat cause of your actions." He looks at a report he gets off a chair. "Pushing a fellow private, talking back to an officer who yes was in charge of the trip to the swamps, you were told to report to the mountain and choose to, how do you young hares put it...party away ...and come back it seemed when you pleased, also when a higher up tells you to report to them, when I tell you to report to me...you do it right away" For sure when the badger wants to talk. "Do we have an understanding of this?"

Cera rolls her eyes as she stays put, she then nods "Sorry...won't happen again but I seriously needed a drink after Mr. Bossy ears and it's not like they need me anyways they have some healers suppose, not that I wanted to stay anyways...swamps are, they should be outlawed."

Ciocan speaks calmly "Sergeant Gregorian was in charge and can be as bossy as he likes, he was in charge of the mission. Now you could of very well been helpful...fighting or healer, both but he was wise to send you back here as you could of endangered yourself or others in a rescue attempt."

Cera pouts as she looks at him and then the floor and mutters "Like you care..." She does stay as she was not dismissed, she speaks again "Okay...follow orders, I get it...I get it okay...sometimes things happen and all that yadda yadda"

Ciocan shakes his head and starts to say something, then arches an eyebrow "Wot did you say? Do please speak up."

Cera glares a little, she knows what he wants repeated. "I said like you care...I don't see you out there with the hares...but oh maybe you rather just stay here and wait on reports." She makes fists at her side "I mean the last time...or maybe was it the only time? You ever went anywhere further than the stupid beach was to go help Redwall and Mossflower...gee ya failed thar didn't ya... I mean how many loss? But oh let me guess ...not important hmmms, and wot about me!! No one seemed to care at the time...oh just a hare...one hare who cares...some lived oh boy...." She just sort of let things tumble out and likely to the wrong beast.

Ciocan eyes flash a moment and it takes ever bit of focus not to grab her by the ears and slam her into the wall. He takes a deep breath and it seems to barely help the mood he is in now "SIT DOWN!!" It likely also echoed a bit. His turn to glare and yes he is angry "How..DARE you say I don't care. I care about every hare in my mountain, every hare that has been here , is here or even will be here. One doesn't always know wot will happen on a mission, the unexpected happens at times...more times than you know. Yes the battle in Mossflower..was major and so was the loss, a win in the end at a great cost..the only time a mission is ever a failure is when one gives up and lets it be." He walks forwards and takes a deep breath, exhales "I made sure to look for every hare...every..single...one...a list was made with ..every...single...name of the dead and the living, of injuries and any not found were looked for, even by myself...a couple found dead, one found alive.....one never found but still searched for even after we were to head home"

Cera gasped and quickly sit down shaking a little now...oh boy why oh why did she just raise her voice and say those words to the Badger Lord of all beasts. She gulps and closes her eyes as she listens...a couple tears go down her face. "I'm..I'm...I'm...." Words are not getting free from her.

Ciocan stares at her and snorts and another deep breath before he speaks "Quiet....." He says and takes a couple moments to speak again "One hare ...stationed at the abbey was told to keep looking for you and to report to me right away once you were found...dead or alive. You were not forgotten...I do not forget any of my hares, any of them. I keep in contact with a small pawful whom left the Patrol. As for whats happening in the swamps, if I am needed I will go aid my hares. There is still a lot of very skilled hares in the patrol and some whom are becoming vert skilled, others are slowly learning...but training does take a long time and one must listen to orders Private Cera and when orders are not taken seriously...one must decide what to do with the one not following orders...so wot should be done with you Private Cera?" He will listen, he has a mix of anger and also ...sadness in his voice.

Cera frowns and finally gets out "I'm..sorry!" She listens and blinks... "Hare at Redwall?" ...Wait he means "Ewan?" Yeah she remembers Ewan being a little too curious of her and recognizing her also and just figured he was being...well Ewan cause wasn't he like...a clumsy hare or something, but also seemed to be smarter than he looked. She frowns "Do with me?" She flattens her ears "Kick me from the patrol...cause I spoke back to...you of all beasts..." She says quietly and looks at the floor, shaking a little as she doesn't want kicked out, she really doesn't and she is truly sorry for her stupid words.

Ciocan stares at her for a long time and then goes to very gently raise her chin so she can look him in the eye, she can turn away if she want but if she does look he does have a tear go down his face. "I care for...all my hares, when you were not found I was upset. I already felt great loss when so many died, but it was worse not knowing he fate of a missing hare, one missing hare...you did matter. I got news you were found and on your way here and I am glad you are back with us." He steps back "You will not be kicked out...but" There is a but "3 weeks...no pay, no mission, no leaving the mountain for anything...you will still train and be at meals, all other times in your room. I will have Major Varus decide wot else is a fitting...punishment for the list of things you have done in the last...2-3 days..." He lists them "Pushing a fellow Private, talking back to a sergeant and worse...talking back to me...also the fact of being told to go back to the mountain and instead going to Halyard and coming back to the mountain till the next day and being an hour late when you were to report to me for the chat we are having right now."

Cera looks up at the badger and frowns, she nods in understanding "Ye...yes sur...I...I understand..." She then suddenly starts to cry, not cause she is in trouble, just all this bottled up...feelings and she finally let them out, and the reaction could of been so much worse..then 3 weeks of no pay and likely extra training and just starring at her room is a lot really, but could of been worse.

Ciocan takes a large paw and goes to hug the hare, he doesn't like to punish anyone but its needed at times and he has dealed with worse and is glad this time it ended better.He nods after a while "You are dismissed Private Cera...and I expect you to have a talk with Major Varus, he will get a report on all this" Likely knowing he has gotten some of the report already.

Cera cries into his chest and sniffs, she steps back and nods...a salute and then slowly heads to her room as it's a couple hours yet till lunchtime.

Ciocan watches the hare maid leave and then goes back to work on the sword he was making earlier, he will likely have lunch in the forge and work on some weapons and armor, repairing some armor and weapons and go to bed a little late tonight. If he is needed elsewhere though, he will go.

== 'Erg' the Blog-slayer, Round II: Broken Pedestal ==

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1372| Originally posted by Ol'random]

:''Note: Pvt. D. Kasimir assisted PFC Z. Anderson's successful escape from the toads.''

The toad village is rather lethargic today. With the chill of Autumn promising the coming winter, many toads have taken to hunkering down in their huts and crude tunnels now that a substantial amount of food has been gathered for the months of cold and ice. However, some are still out and about for one reason - the captured hare in the cage who is known to them simply as 'Erg.' They surround the private's cage, having put an unfortunate toad warrior inside, chanting the name wildly. Even so, some toads are prepare for the hare's next victim, this time from his own kind. Those captured by the toads in the disastrous survival training are being kept in a caged pit of their own, several yards away, with a simple leaf roof that keeps out the rain. Worty amphibians stand by with their spears, looking through the wooden bars at the poor hares for any beast that looks able enough to last against Dominik - not that the current challenger is dead ''just'' yet, but they've seen 'Erg' in action enough to know what's coming. They're hoping picking a fellow long ears will be more exciting, this time, even if they do enjoy watching their kin get pummeled. Even toads and frogs enjoy variety from time to time.

Zolomon had been annoyed since he woke up, if only he had his longbow these toads would be so dead but of course those are elsewhere and it's hard to say where. The interesting worms and stuff was mostly ignored by the hare and the other hares, though one Private did get brave and tried a worm and shrugs. Zolomon looked over at the toads and glared "Wot ya looking at... just take ya ugly self and go away"

Dominik is indeed right in the middle of his latest conquest, the large hare...already intimidating as it was...made even moreso now by the scarred-over wounds upon his face and the yellowish toad-blood-facepaint that now appears to be permanently part of his 'look', so to speak. The toad warrior, once a formidable and fearless creature, now cowers there in the cage before Dom, bloody and beaten nearly half to death, the hare's paws already damp with his blood, the liquid splattered about on the ground around him as well. Cold, emotionless eyes peer down at the toad, as Dom reaches down and wraps those large paws around his throat. He begins to squeeze the remaining life out of him, no remorse or pity at all in the hares features; he strangles him, jerking him back and forth in the process until he feels the life beginning to ebb away.

"GLURG!" One of the toads barks Zolomon, bringing its spearbutt down at the hare's head - before it connects, however, another toad stops it, croaking out softly to its enraged fellow. "Glurg-Har, Erg-glo Har." A wicked grin spreads across both amphibians, and they soon turn back to the private first class. "HAR!" With that, the two and several others stick their spear points in the cage, warding off the other hares to leave Zolomon alone. A rope of green vines is tossed down at him, and the toads are gesturing for the hare to climb up as the cheers of those watching Dominik grow louder and louder. "ERG, ERG, ERG!" The toad being strangled is struggling and trying to fight back, beating at the big hare with webbed fist but to no avail. It's slowing, its hits become weaker and weaker as it tries to gurgle out in defiance.

Zolomon looks at the rope vine and the toads. He folds his arms over his chest as if curious, are the toads insane to have him released or is it a trick. "Wot ya slime faces want with me?"

Dominik is repeatedly struck by the struggling toad's fists but to no avail; the toad might as well be pounding against a stone wall, it likely would have a similar effect on both the wall and the toad's fists. Paws sink deeper into the flesh of the toad's throat, claws sinking in, and with one final ripping motion of those large paws, the hare tries to completely tear out the entire area where his paws were grippping. Letting his latest victim sink down to the ground, not caring whether or not he actually killed him with the blow, Dom turns towards those gathered around the cage. He lifts both paws into the air and howls, his voice echoing and booming throughout the marshes. "ERRRRRRRG!!!!"

Seeing Zolomon not immediately understanding, the toads snarl at him, croaking angrily to each other. They pull back the rope, quickly tying a lasso even as another is brought over. They toss the two hoops at the hare, trying to catch him in it. For good measure, the rest of the toads prod at him to try to keep him in place to make it easier to rope him. "Glo-Erg!" One yells down, pointing back to the fighting pit were howl came from with the screams, chants, and croaks of the spectators loud in every beast's ear. "ERG, ERG, ''ERG!!!!"'' The now dying toad, its throat ripped out, gurgles again for a moment before falling limp in Dominik's paws, dead. The toads trying to catch Zolomon smile even more evilly at him as they hear this, licking their lips. "Erg Glo-Har, esh." They croak out at him, as if to explain.

Zolomon makes sure no other hare is roped up and does go, but not without a bit of a fight and once up he shows the nearest toad his fist making sure the toad gets a close look at it! "Ya slimy toads... just love your form of chatting, wot."

Dominik leans down and sinks his teeth into the side of the toad's face, taking out a nice sized chunk and spitting it out back at the gathered crowd in what now seems to be a bit of a grisly trademark for the intimidating hare. The toadblood drips from his face, and he reaches up a paw to smear it back over the marks over both his eyes again, giving himself a fresh coat of 'paint' for whoever it is the frogs have chosen next for him to absolutely demolish. Letting the toad drop to the ground, Dom stalks back over to his spot in the corner, where he slowly lowers himself down in a crouch, simply waiting there in the shadows, eyes showing no emotions. If this is how it was to be for him from now on, well...the large hare is thinking he could begin to get used to it.

Zolomon earns several prods from the spears and harsh tugs from the rope for that display, and they soon try to drag him off to the other cage. Feathers, worms, and other tributes rain down upon Dominik as he moves to his corner, the chant of '''ERG!''' continuing. The toad 'lucky' enough to catch the hare's trademark in the face is leaping up and down and croaking to its neighbors almost incoherently as it points to itself and gurgles joyfully. Soon, however, the crowd parts as the armed toads bring the next combatant, and a hush falls. "Erg-glag-Har?" Is whispered excitedly by the bystanders, with the chant of "Erg glo-Har, ERG GLO-HAR!" starting up soon afterwards.

Zolomon struggled a little as he was dragged forwards, he kicks at one toad making them stumble to the cage as he laughs. He then sees where they brought him, just not yet WHO is in the large cage "Wot's this?"

Dominik would more than likely be a little difficult to recognize upon first glance at this point, anyhow. For one, he is in the shadows, only a vague glimpse of his hulking, shadowy form visible to anyone entering the cage. And secondly, with all the bruises upon his face and that grotesque mask of toadblood, along with the hare's ears folded down against the back of his head, he really doesn't resemble his old self hardly at all. He is quite possibly beginning to form himself into what the toads already assumed him to be... a giant monster. Crouching there, waiting patiently, Dom's eyes fix upon the cage door, and he wonders what poor, pathetic fool they found for him to dispatch this time. Most of the time, it was toad warriors who displeased their fellow bretheren, other times it was simply someone who was to be executed in the most brutal way possible. Still, the large hare simply remains there, waiting, and watching, eyes narrowing as they staaaare.

"Errrrg!" A big fat toad croaks out, calling Dom as it stands atop of a small platform overlooking the cage, "Har-glag-HAR!" It then shrieks to masses, waving its webbed hands into the air, "Glug-Erg, Erg GLO-HAAAAR!" The announcer is clearly hamming it up, and the crowd eats it up, going even wilder than before, chanting, "ERG, ERG ERG!!!" The toads around Zolomon, however, keep themselves relatively restrained, offering only wide smirks at the hare as they simply untangle him from the two lassos, unlock the door, and go to shove him in with their spearbutts. "Har Flig Erg-Glo-her, heh." One chuckles to him, its big mouth curved upwards.

Dominik had begun to get used to the sight of that particular toad shouting and riling up the masses; he knew that whenever he would appear, that was when he would be given a new 'opponent' to 'fight'. The time he'd been here, he'd already begun to form some type of strange routine of sorts, the announcer-toad signaling the part of his day he would spend carrying out the toads' form of punishment. As he watches the door being unlocked, his eyes fall upon the form being shoved into the cage. He hesitates at first, the large hare immediately noticing that it is not the usual blubbery, fat toad form that he would usually get. It almost looks as if it some type of... hare? Still, Dom remains where he is crouching in the shadows, only a soft growl emanating from the spot as he continues to watch Zolomon to see what the new 'victim' would do and how he'd react to the situation he was suddenly put in. He is also not immediately recognized as Zolomon, Dom's brain currently in the 'attack' phase as opposed to the 'stop and think' phase.

Zolomon tenses up a little as the door to the cage is slammed shut and of course no weapon as he looks to see what or who is on the other side in that corner... "Ummm... soo... hallo?" Yeah sure small talk, but he is ready to fight if need be, he looks at the floor and makes a face "Ummm... they should bally well clean in here... huh."

With baited breath, the toads have fallen silent, watching the two hares and waiting to see what will happen. After a moment, one of the armed ones tries to push Zolomon further in the cage and towards the beast growling in in the corner with its spear. "GLAG!" The big toad on the platform shouts down, waving madly, and many others start croaking the word out too. "Glag! GLAG!"

Dominik's folded-back ears twitch as he hears the word being shouted by both the platform-toad and the crowd, and for whatever reason it finally makes him sloooowly rise up. Stepping forward out of the shadows, Dominik's form is gradually revealed to Zolomon, the towering hare a fearsome beast, indeed...the toads' reverence of him can be easily understood by simply looking at him, and the various pieces of other toads scattered about the floor here and there. Eyes fall upon Zolomon, and Dom simply stares down at him with an intimidating glare, the hare's chest rising and falling steadily, paws clenching and unclenching at his sides. Gaze lifts to look up at the toad on the platform, the hare lifting a paw and pointing at Zolomon. A mocking smirk appears upon his muzzle, as he shouts up to him. "Glag? GLAG?" his voice booms out. "Blerg-glag, GLUG. Glug-blag. GLERG." He takes a step back away from Zol, the hare's words seeming to translate to 'you can't be serious right now...'

Zolomon good ear drops as..."Dom?" Okay, it looks like Dom anyways, he frowns as he stays where he is surprised his fellow hare can speak this toad language even.

"Glerg?" The crowd murmur to each over, surprised that Erg can speak, if a bit poorly. "GLAG-HAR!" They chant in answer, and more toads start prodding at Zolomon, tryin to agitate them. Boos and hisses accompany the chanting, with some tossing mud and worse at the new fighter, while others are trying to rile up and encourage Dom. "Glarg Har! Erg GLO-har! GLUG GLUG! ERG, ERG, ERG!"

Dominik's ears perk just slightly upon hearing Zolomon speaking his old name, and it gives him a little more of a pause as he continues to glower down at the smaller hare. He staaaaares, his addled brain doing its best to try and place where exactly he recognized him from. He did look somewhat like him, after all, so obviously he must know him somehow! As mud and other things are flung at Zolomon, Dom steps out of the way, letting the other hare take a bit of the thrown debris. That's what he gets for getting them into this whole thing in the first place! ;) He gives Zol one of those chilling grins, before he takes a step or two in his direction. Turning his gaze to the crowd, he lifts a paw into the air, his voice booming out, "ERG!" Yeah, cheap pop. So what? After everything he's dealt with, let the hare have a bit of fun!

Zolomon has mud and goo hit him and shakes it off as some gets in his eyes, he looks at Dom and frowns as he sees the large hare and that grin, what is that grin supposed to mean!

The toads respond with great cries of, "ERRRG!" They jeer cruelly at Zolomon, still flinging mud and dirt and more at the hare. "GLARG, GLARG!" The big toad atop starts, with more join in. "ERG, GLARG! ERG, GLARG!" The toads push and shove into each other to get a better view, with many being pushed right up against the wooden bars, all the while still chanting, "ERG GLO-HAR!"

Still, there is something about Zolomon that causes Dom to hesitate in attacking him. Taking another step towards him until the massive hare towers over Zolomon, he reaches down that spadelike paw, grabbing the other hare by his collar and tugging him up into the air, off his feet even so he can go eye-to-eye with him. Staring at Zolo, Dom glowers at him, before he leans in and speaks under his breath, a murmur so only Zol can hear him. "...if vant to live, play along." He snorts, before finally shoving Zol away, letting him fall roughly to the ground. Once he does, he lifts a footpaw and gives Zol a light shove forward, towards the bars.

Zolomon frowns, he hears what is said and then feels himself drop and stumbles backwards. ''Make it look real so play along'' How does he do that! He looks around and picks up a clump of mud and tosses it at Dominik and stands, he thinks and makes fists looking ready to fight now.

"HAR! GLUG-GLUG!" The crowd cheers as Zolomon fights back, laughing madly. "ERG, ERG!" They start chanting once again, jumping up and down as the two hares start to go at it. "ERG GLO-HAR, ERG GLO-HAR!"

Dominik takes a step forward as if ready to pursue Zolomon. And then the other Patroller picks up that clump of mud at flings it at him. It thwacks right into his face with a wet thwap, covering his eyes, and the large hare reaches up a paw to wipe it away. The look Zolomon gets afterwards is pure fire and fury, and one honestly cannot tell if Dom is simply playing up the whole acting aspect, or is actually reaaally peeved off. Perhaps a combination of the two. Zol will be the lucky one who has to find out. With an enraged roar that rumbles throughout the entire marshland, Dom stomps towards Zolomon, reaching down a paw as he attempts to shove him right into the bars of the cage! He is trying soooo hard not to just pound him right in the face with a fist, his usual tactic... but then again, the hare isn't his usual opponent, either. Dom's temper was never a good thing to begin with, and his current situation only seen to enhance this fact.

Zolomon is not use to up close fighting , but sidesteps as the large hare comes forwards. He almost slips on the goo inside the cage and then bumps into the bars. He is a little dazed but not as much as he could be as he frowns "Dom....... please..." He speaks, normally not one to plead, but he is... part way to make it look good and maybe the hare did hit him a little too hard.

More jeers towards Zolomon erupt from the toads as they hear what they assume is pleading. The chanting is continuing, even with Dom's unorthodox mud flinging, with the toads all but entranced by this new way of fighting for their champion, watching and waiting intently for the killing blow. "ERG! ERG!"

Dominik hurries forward in an almost pounce like manner as he watches Zolomon slip and fall, and then aim aims a solid (but not as solid as it could be...hey no one said Zol wouldn't be leaving with at least a few bruises) kick that tries to thud right into the other hare's midsection. He is taking a slow and methodical attack approach from this moment on, one which would give Zolomon the opportunity to play up the acting aspect of things. Reaching down, he attempts to tug Zol back up by his collar again, before trying to fling him to the other side of the cage.

Zolomon urgs and yelps out in pain and he lets himself fall as if the kick was like super hard, he groans in ''pain'' and then flies across the cage and hits the other side, a loud yelp, real REAL Pain as he shivers a little and slides down, okay this is supposed to look real not be real! Some of teh whimpering is real and some playing pain.A couple dee p breaths okay luckily no broken ribs but he holds his chest as if there is some.He might have a cracked arm bone but for now he can still move,He bites his lip to make blood and spits it out, he sort of purposely shivers and falls onto his face and then gets to his knees, but not before finding a sharp stone and making some blood on his cheek... he already has bruises so those are real.

"GLO-GLO-GLO!" The onlookers start shrieking and croaking, pointing to the hare on his knees as they leap up and down. "ERG-GLO-HAR!" However, some of the more astute amphibians notice something is...off. Especially with how Zolomon cuts himself. Those few aren't chanting with the rest, instead chittering amongst themselves. It could be that Erg is just playing with his victim, but maybe... "ERG GLUSH-GLO-HAR!" They start chanting, smacking webbed fists into their hands.

Dominik is noticing that some of the toads seem to be getting restless and perhaps just a tad suspicious at the amount of time Dom is taking with the smaller hare. Why didn't any of his other opponents take this long? It was definitely something that might rise suspiciously, and especially with Zol cutting himself right in front of everyone. Dom grumbles inwardly to himself at this, figuring that he'll have to take another route here. He approaches the downed Zolomon again, once again aiming another kick at him, before he leans down and puts his paws on either side of the hare's head. Trying to tug him upright again, Dom gives him a steely look as if you say 'you had better play this off, this is your only chance'. Eyes narrowing, Dom grips Zol's head between his hefty paws. Lifting his head, he gives a savage growl to the crowd. "ERG!" He then moves his paws in a jerk to the side, making it seem as if he'd snapped Zol's neck. All Zol would have to do is move himself in the right direction for it to appear to be to be legit. It was something Dom had done dozens of times for show back at home during fights, and so he was well practiced in it, so that no real harm would come to Zol because of it. Shoving the other hare to the ground roughly afterwards, Dom lifts his paws into the air and roars. "ERG!" He points a paw down at Zolomon. "GLARG-UG!" Hopefully, Zol can manage to lie still enough to pull off the ruse.

Zolomon hmmms to himself, maybe he can look like he has gone insane and have his own like war paint sort of as he goes to attack Dominik as, why would he just stand there for?He then seems to panic, and maybe he is really as he looks to try and get free and can't. Zolomon seems to catch on and goes with the flow, he actually does move his head just right and then just lets himself go totally limp, he even holds his breath and keeps very very still.Its hard to hold still but he manages to do it.

"ERG! ERG! ERG!" The toads roar out, before falling silent as the hare goes limp. Those toads who had been doubting stop, holding spears now, and they watch with expectant eyes, waiting. "Glo-Har!" One croaks out, point to its mouth. More join in, "Glo-Har, Glo-Har!" And more. "GLO-HAR, GLO-HAR!" Soon all the onlookers are croaking the words out in a frenzy, all waiting for Dom's gory signature.

Dominik had seemingly forgotten about that one thing that had seeming become his calling card, so to speak. Or did he? As he stands there towering above Zolomon's limp body, the large hare reaches down and hefts the other hare up. Leaning his head down, Dom's eyes do a quick scan of Zolomon, before he decides to follow through with the idea. He'd already been beaten up and knocked about enough already, so one more scar likely wouldn't hurt him at all. Placing his arm in a position that hides Zol's head, Dom presses his teeth into the inside of his own arm. It is near a spot where Zol was already bleeding, and so it would look as if that is the spot where Dom tears the flesh away. Jerking his head quickly to get it over with, he bites back the initial surge of pain, making sure to get enough of his own blood on Zol to make it look like it was his own fur and flesh that had gotten torn away. He spits this back out into the crowd, hopefully sating the masses. Moving his arm to hide his self-injury (he was already covered in blood as it was anyway), Dom lifts the other arm and roars again, letting Zol fall to the ground again. One can't say that Dom never used his brain, as addled as it currently is.

Zolomon feels himself fall and lets himself sort of bounce across the floor and stays very still, he is good at the play dead thing. He barely took a breath when he was in the air and hidden by Dominink, he barley avoids yelping in pain, he goes with the flow and is, by all counts of those looking, seemly very dead now.

That does the trick - the bloody spittle doesn't hit any single toad, however, but they don't seem to mind much. "ERG! ERG! ERG!" They all croak out, with more feathers and berries and insects being showered down upon the winner. Two burly toads to stand on a wooden plank above the cage, tossing down more plant lassos so as to retrieve the 'dead' hare, ginning and croaking to Dom as they do so. "Bleg, Erg Glo-Har, Haheh! ''CROAK!"''

Dominik is used to the showering of disgusting objects at this point, and so when it happens once again after his 'victory', he smirks a little, eyeing Zolomon as he is slowly taken out of the cage. It is completely up to him now to play it off as if he is dead until he is put in a spot where he is no longer noticed. Dom did his part... even though it was more due to sympathy for a fellow hare rather than any type of solid escape planning, his brain wasn't yet ready for that type of thing yet. Watching for a few more moments, the large hare mrrrfs softly, before he trudges back to his usual place over in the corner of the cage. He crouches there, and simply waits. Does he ever sleep? That is a very good question.

Zolomon stays very still, this is getting annoying but he does it still... limp, so limp, very limp as he is taken out of the cage.H e can be serious and knows when to not... well move... takes all his doing to not move cause like he is supposed to be dead.

The toads drag Zolomon away as the cheers continue, and soon they're obscured from sight within the cage. "Glurg Glo-har, eh?" The two toads taking Zolomon mutter to each other. "Blerg, glo-har, eck!" The chanting around the the cage fades out, and soon the small toad from before bears even more worms - but this time edible berries are on the platter as well. It sets the plate down, sliding it into the cage with a bow as the announcer croaks out, "Blerg Gluck! ERG GLO-HAR! HAHAH!" The toads cheer again as they move away, the show ended once again. For Zolomon, however, it's just the beginning. One of the toads drop him, letting its fellow hold him by the arm alone, and the toad starts shifting a large stone with grunts and croaks. The smell emanating from inside is horrendous, and a few flies dart out of the dank, dark hole. Still chit-chattering, the two toads go to throw the hare into the food storage. Waste not, want not, after all.

Zolomon makes a face likely these two are not paying attention to him, they think he is dead after all, okay he can't go into that hole, he would likely never get out and end up for real dead, he is still in pain and thinks quickly... He grunts as painful to really move, but he has to THINK FAST! They seem to have laid down that trident... that was dumb. He grabs it and quickly goes to stab them, and a powerful kick to the chest! If he is successful he will do his best to get that boulder recovering the hole... even if it takes a couple minutes...

The trident hits its mark, with the owner giving loud shriek as the kick lands, tossing the toad into the darkness to bleed out. The remaining one, while caught off guard, isn't so easy to deal with - it still holds a spear, which it now brings up to jab at Zolomon, croaking panicky as it does so, "GLURG! HAR-WAG!" If the hare doesn't start booking it fast, the entire population of toads will soon be upon him. Even now a confused croaking can be heard from the direction of the fighting pit. Those still gathered around Dom look at each other as the faint cries of the toad run out in the distance. "Erg Har-glo?" A few ask, questionably, looking from their fellows to the hare in the pit.

Zolomon glares at the toad, he goes to stab that toad as well, a strong kick to shut it up and then he bolts, he is the fastest runner in the long patrol! Okay he and Felicity did have a race and tied but still he is fast and quick, he gets lucky to catch mainly dry land, he almost sinks once and loses a boot, he also loses a 2nd boot... hmmms maybe they will think he died after all! He hopes so anyways as he is barefoot... in the swamp... yay!!!

Eventually, one toad decides to investigate the frantic croaking. Even as it picks up a spear and slowly meanders its way to the storage, the croaks suddenly stop. In turn, the lone toad calls for some help, just to be safe, before cresting a small hill and spotting the now dead toad and the killer running away. "GLURG! HAR! GLURG HAR!" The toad raises its spear waving it madly as it screams out for its fellows. As Zolomon escapes, many, many toads are prepping to hunt him, though some remain to stare sadly at Dom, shaking their heads.

Away on the edge of the swamplands a patrol corporal just so happens to be keeping watch. Terrence volunteered to keep guard, and the hare's ears are perked up, a confused expression on his face as the frantic and angry croaks come across the marsh. "What in the bloody... they seemed happy before, wot." He mutters to himself.

Zolomon is the reason they are not happy, he lost his boots and he is tried from running. But he still runs. One toad did follow him and he frowns, he uses the trident as a flying spear and ...yep that toad is dead as he pants and groans. He tenses up... camp, a camp not more toads... wait it's hares as he shivers and takes a few more steps and then collapses just outside the hare's camp.

Even more toads than the one Zolomon sees are following him. The croaks are wild and growing louder every second, especially as several jump over the skewered toad. The running hare can't see it just yet, but atop a small hill the toads poor over, spears and tridents in webbed hands, croaking out their wars cries. Who can see them however, even before they rush down the hill, is Terrence and the other patrollers. The corporal, taking a few moments to make sure the gasping form just yards away indeed is a hare, calls out, "HARE IN TROUBLE! TOADS ABOUND, WOT WOT!" even as he runs out to help Zolomon up. "EULALIA!" Several hares yell out, moving to protect the escapee. Most of the toads, for their part, halt, quickly retreating from the tough long-ears - but some continue to rush forward recklessly, and are soon dead in the muck with stones, arrows, and javelins in them.

Zolomon opens his eyes, his vision fuzzy as he groans, hare shapes turn him onto his back as he fell onto his face, his eyes then close and he slips into unconsciousness.

"Healer!" Terrence bellows out, looking around at the hare's gathered. The corporal doesn't quite recognize the private first class due in part to all the mud, blood, and other factors. "Come on, hare, what's your name?" He asks, not fully expecting an answer, especially now that he is shooed away by two healers. The toads are gone once again, though the line of hares is still ready for a fight, while the corporal watches the healers work, taking Zolomon away to be treated safely.

== The Toad Magician ==
Never posted to the forums.

:''Note: The following is an account of Rct. I. Muir's encounter with a toad healer while in captivity and PFC Z. Anderson's debriefing.''

Zolomon had manages to get away, though it was not the best plan, then what plans go right anyways and he ...he tried okay but those two toads at the end... well they found out he wasn't so 'dead' after all, he killed one and made one fall into the gross food pit and he bolted! He almost sank once, and lost his boots and the spear he borrowed, hearing noise he had looked back and found out that was a bad plan as around 10 or more toads chased him, two caught up and he fought them, disarming one and gaining a temporary spear, he killed both but gained injuries, he had other injuries and bruises also and the ONLY reason he didn't die for real was he made it just outside the hare camp before he collapsed and passed out, the hares chased off/killed the toads and Zolomon was taken to teh infirm and cleaned off, it was then the healer learned it was Zolomon and quickly told who ever was in charge.

Gregorian has been briefed. They had a makeshift infirmary tent out in the dunes and so far he'd argued to keep Zolomon there instead of taking him to the mountain, at least until the runner woke up. He didn't appear to have any life threatening injuries and might know more. Greg was lurking near the infirmary tent as such, waiting and watching the swamps.

Ah, the swamps. They were having such fun before... Well... Things got a little bit complicated. Isla had escaped, of course! She had run and run and run, and fallen asleep peacefully, just a little lost... Or so she dreamt. "Ouch." The doe grumbles, reality seeping in to her pleasant dreams of a warm bunk and hot breakfast. Something is poking her in the back - it's... A rock? "Oh, acorns." Isla groans, straightening up. She's in a holding, of some sort, in deep discomfort. How long had she been sleeping on that rock? Her back is killing her.

Zolomon slowly came to and opened his eyes as he looked around, he is sore all over and starts to sit up only to be pushed down by a healer, his first thoughts are a toad as he tenses up and starts to grab the paw... fur? He blinks a few times as sees its a fellow hare "You're... not a slimy toad..." The healer shakes their head "No... you're in the camp." He just nods.

The toads however weren't taking the escape well and the guards around the captive's cage were being extra attentive and extra mean. They couldn't take out their anger on Zolomon for killing more of their kind so they took it out on the others with a night of screaming, yelling and throwing stuff at them like rocks and rotting mud. Eventually it tapered off as amphibians fell asleep but now it was day and they were left with a few extra guards to entertain. One is eating on the job and hearing movement as Isla wakes up his attention is drawn. He croaks deeply in a way that might be a laugh before going to spit a small rock at her. Apparently there's rocks in whatever disgusting swill he's eating.

"That's disgustin', and you should be bloody ashamed." Isla sniffs, her ears pinning back in disdain as she wipes at the line of spit left by the pebble pinging off her cheek. Her situation seems helpless, since there's been an escape, she can't see a way out for herself - ''think,'' Isla. She isn't the strongest nor the fastest... She was a circus performer, for crying out loud - the idea strikes her suddenly. "Ya like magic, friendo?" She asks, speaking loudly and elongating her words. She picks the pebble up off the ground and, passing it between her paws - it seems to disappear. "Maaaaagic?" She gestures with her, now empty, paws meaningfully.

As soon as Zolomon wakes up one of the healers quickly goes to let the nearest officer know and that's Greg. He's in the tent within minutes. He hesitates long enough to look at a healers and get a nod, getting their ok before he gets closer "Zolomon? Yah come back with all yah senses?"

Zolomon focuses on Greg and does a half salute "S..S..sur..." He says a little shaky but he is alive, barely avoiding any life threatening injuries though he does have one cracked rib but should be fine. Brusies and some cuts here and there, a bandaged paw, but if he had to use it, he likely could. "Got... away... though, interesting... how."

The toad looks amused as Isla's displeasure and appears to be searching in his bowl for another rock. There's very little reaction to the words, he doesn't care for learning fuzzy languages but he looks back up in time to see her tossing around the rock. At first he reaches for his spear because he assumes she's going to throw it at him but then it's gone...There's a long pause. Far longer than there should really be before his reaction appears and he looks all around the ground by his own feet before hitting on of the other guards in the arm and gesturing at the hare "Ika blup! Gurdd!" the other toad doesn't look convinced and shoves him back before pointing his spear at Isla and pokes it towards her a couple of times.

Happy to oblige, Isla takes some careful steps towards toad spear and gestures at her own ear, and then at them. She reaches slowly, carefully towards him - and seems to "pull" the pebble from his own ear. She holds it up to them both for a moment before cupping it in her paws once more... There's a pause as she speaks some absolute gibberish - but when she opens her paws again, giving an exaggerated flourish - it's gone!

Gregorian just needs Zolomon long enough for hopefully some intell, he can be back in a comfy infirmary cot in the mountain in no time. Greg just gestures for Zolomon to stop when he starts trying to move "Take it easy private, just try tah lie there and relax. If yah can tell me wot happened and anythin' yah know about the toad's village, where they've keepin' everyone and if they're alright we can get them out of there all the soonah"

Zolomon nods "They....have Dom in some large cage by himself..." He frowns that fight, if call it that, still in his mind as he is quiet for a while "Umm... they are... sort of...m aking him fight like toads. The others are in a couple cages further into camp... Isa and Felicity and a couple other privates." He is sore, tried and his throat hurts, the healer helps him drink some water so he goes on "The toads... threw me in the cage with... Dom... he made them think I was dead and couple toads took me out and... dragged me a little ways to some... foul hole of some sort and... one found out I wasn't as dead as they thought so I killed the toad with his own spear... and the other fell into the gross hole... and," He frowns "I bolted, lost me boots... almost sank once... well did up to me waist but vines got me out and made it to just outside camp here with toads following me... think they were like taken out or ran back to their... little toady homes"

The skeptical toad doesn't get closer but the first toad cautiously approaches, trying to look in Isla's ear before she makes the rock reappear beside him and then it's gone again with some magic words! He bounces from foot to foot as he starts gesturing wildly "Blup! Gurkopi hssip!" he's got the attention of the other two guards now though they still look suspicious of the hare. The first frog seems keen to prove that he's found a magical hare though and after consideration takes the very tattered shirt right off his back and throws it at her, assuming she'll be able to do something amazing with it. Maybe even give him a new fur shirt! He stares at her, waiting a little impatiently and encouraging the others to watch.

Oh... uh... Okay. "Right." Isla nods, thinking fast. This whole trip she had been cursing the long-sleeved tunic that she'd worn - it had kept some bugs at bay, sure, but she's been miserably hot... But now, she's glad for those sleeves. She begins to dance - her real specialty - making up a song on the spot, though she doubts the toads will understand it. "Mud an' glum an' rocks an' rum, these are th'things toads bring their mums." She sings, twirling the shirt over her head in an intricate pattern, swirling it down her side and around her legs, always moving, always twirling, always singing. "In this cage I'll be undone, bu' magic can allays saaaaave you. Knees a'newts an' a hawks brawny beak, ya gave me a shirt, bu' it ain't what you-" As she turns her back on them in a wild spin, she stuffs the shirt up her own sleeves with the skill of any lifelong performer. It appears to have disappeared, like the pebble, when she spins around. "-Seek!"

Gregorian remains largely silent as he frowns and takes in the details "Only Dom would get caught and still be beatin' up the enemy" he mutters with a slight eyeroll to the skies "Right. So. Dom on his own, everyone else in some cages tahgethah. Wot are these cages like? Wood? Guards? Close tah their buildings?"

Zolomon nods "Wooden... cages... Doms may be something harder and... more... painful." He frowns, yes painful... "Lot more guards now probably, then... was always... lot more around Dom..." He is tried and ends up drifting back into a sort of unconsciousness, the healers check him and let Greg know he will be okay he is just worn out and needs to recover.

The toads appear mesmerized by the dancing and singing and assume it to be some sort of chant or ritual and then suddenly the shirt is gone and even the skeptical seem convinced and excitable and the croaking words were too fast to follow before one ran off towards the huts shouting "Gurkopi! Gurkopi!" The response once he reached the hut was yelling followed by the guard being hit back out of the hut with a loud CLANG. Gurkopi does not like being woken up. Clearly he was some sort of important toad as he appeared from the hut. The headdress alone said so as it was made up of feathers, a few bones and the beak of the last seagull foolish enough to land in the swamp. He carried a big stick with bones at the top to rattle as he walked and the misshapen remains of a metal long patrol breastplate from some ancient set of armour on the bottom of it, beaten with rocks so it went all around the stick in a mess of metal. It made a nice clanging noise when it hit someone though.

Ah - the leader. A small smile fights at the corners of Isla's muzzle. When she was with the troupe, they had warmed their way to many a fire and inn by talent alone - and it was by finding the leader. "Great Gurkopi!" She gives a large flourish and bows... But she starts to cough... She looks up and coughs again into her paw - and there is a strip of fabric. It's the corner of that shirt. Looking bewildered, she begins to slowly 'pull' it from her mouth, paw over paw, until the shirt has emerged completely - it's dry, having never ''actually'' been in her mouth, but it looks convincing enough.

Nothing so grand, the king doesn't deal with this sort of thing! He was too busy eating and sleeping. They'd never dare wake him up. Gurkopi is their very own witch/doctor/eater of injured toads. He looks old, wrinkled and extra warty until he gets closer and it's easier to see the wrinkles are painted on and the extra warts look speciously like mud. The guards insist they have a magic hare, that calls for an expert. He approaches the cage and brings the staff down with a light clang as he stops and watches her regurgitating a shirt which would probably provide some sort of illness if it were actually swallowed it's that dirty. The other toads seem impressed and happy again at the trip but he stares before finally rattling the bones on his staff at her slowly twice and chanting "Buurlk kaglu" and dramatically waving a hand in front on her and suddenly snapping at the air as if the bloody end of the rib bone he's now holding got plucked from the air or possibly out of her. The bone does look big enough to be from a hare and he studies it for a moment.

There is only a moment's revulsion at the bone before survival takes over. Isla takes a staggered step back, and makes a show of rolling her eyes back into her head as she does, going lax and slack-jawed for a moment. There's a pause in silence before she slowly raises a hand to point at the toad and begins chattering in an unintelligible, nonsensical fit of some made-up language. She takes a staggered step forward and juts a paw through the bars near the toad's head - much as she did the toad before, with her limited resources, she plucks the pebble from his 'ear'. "Rocks f'brains. Huh."

Gurkopi finds her reaction to be most interesting. He usually has to try harder to convince newcomers of his magical powers. All the guards are immediately silent and backing up in few of their all mighty and powerful wizard, they completely believe in the trick. Gurkopi is harder to impress with the simple tricks and does not like the hare reaching near him. Before the pebble can be 'plucked' his hand snaps up, going to try and grab her wrist, twist it and pull her in to the cage bars.

Isla isn't a full-fledged fighter, so try as she might to improve her reflexes through training, it's hard to do so through the bars and her wrist is snatched! "Magic, magic!" She assures the toad, her face squished uncomfortably against the bars, pebble pinched between her fingers. She gestures to it with her free hand. What else is there to ''work'' with? Her eyes roll frantically and fall on - the rock? Rocks - she has mud and rocks. She holds up a claw. "Magic? Magic for Gurkopi? Gurkopi magic?" She tries every approach that she can think.

Gurkopi moves his staff and puts his foot on the metal bit on the bottom so it stays upright when he takes his hand off of it. One hand free he takes the pebble from her, rolls it between his fingers and goes to flick it at her face. He tightens his grip on her wrist as from beneath his cloak he draws a big, sharp knife and makes a show of deciding where to cut her arm. Before he calmly cuts in to it but doesn't go that deep, he just slices neatly along until he has a nice fuzzy slice which he flicks in to his mouth with the knife and eats it as he stares at her with a sickening smile.

When that knife appears, Isla loses her decorum, giving in to panic as she tries, and fails, to yank herself free. She can't, and the hare lets out a pained shriek as she is partially flayed, tears stinging her eyes - but he doesn't let go. He ''eats her skin'' - stomach turning in her blind panic, Isla gives another futile yank, but with his grip on her absolute, she pulls her legs up instead and kicks forward with all her might through the gaps in the bars, still screaming in pain and fear.

Gurkopi's smile only widens at her panic and he doesn't even need to move to flick a giant tongue out to lick the bleeding section clean. He is watching her constantly though and he sees her going to kick out. He lets go. His hand moves swiftly to his staff, his foot moves the staff forward to protect himself at the same time. He figures she'll either lose balance without him holding her arm up or she'll make a lovely clanging noise to finish his work and maybe hurt herself on the staff.

Falling to the ground once more, Isla scrambles away in horror, clutching her arm to her chest with tears streaking down her face. In that moment, it hits her with unwavering certainty, that she is going to die here - and after another moment of blind, inescapable panic, a sort of calm settles over her. This is an act, it's a performance, and after a deep breath, she licks her own arm and stands. It ''burns,'' but she forces her face to form a mask of a feral grin as she points again, this time blood dripping from her arm and finger. "Ooooooooooboo hago labi." She begins to chant, kicking the ground in time. "Ooboo hago labi. Oogoo hago labi." She bends and yanks one of the rocks from the mud, the one that had been digging into her back. Another one, nearby is plucked loose as well. She begins to strike them together in time to her chant. "Oogo hago labi. Oogoo hago labi." Strike, strike, strike. Sparks are falling onto the shirt where it lay in the dirt.

Gurkopi laughs as she scrambles away and he's about to announce his victory when she gets up. His grin disappears as hers appears and he looks grim. He can't lose, losing is death, the king would eat him personally. He takes a step back to give himself room to spin his staff so that it hums and whistles with the movement. He raises his head to the sky and makes a sharp croaking noise which almost sounds like he's got something stuck in his throat and he's trying to cough it up. The sound is accurate. He snaps his head back down suddenly the tongue comes out, shooting between the bars and towards her face but cupped in to the end of it is a rock with a bit of blood on it.

== Sorcery and Battle Plans ==
;After Zolomon's escape and return...
[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1375| Originally posted by Ol'random]

After Zolomon's escape and return...

Following her, quite frankly, traumatizing encounter with the village 'witch doctor', Isla has been quiet. The circus performer turned military upstart is curled in the corner of her wooden cage, cradling her injured arm with wide-eyed disbelief. She can't look at the wound for too long, because every time she tries, her head goes weak and woozy and her blood runs too cold - she can't afford to pass out. She's afraid to ''sleep'' - but her brain is still whirring. So, maybe magic tricks weren't the best approach... But what else does she have? She can't fight like Dom, she knows death waits on that path... Dancing? No, she knows that's a dead end before she even considers it. Instead, she pushes herself to her feet. "Um. Hello?" She hollers at the guards.

Having lost faith in their hero who failed to kill the now escapee (especially now that no new fights had been arranged), some toads had migrated to watch what they had heard is a hare magician among the captives. Several look through the bars down at the quiet creature in the corner of the pen, as if expecting something to happen. "Glug..." One mutters as it turns to go, though the others seem intent on sticking it out. One simply doesn't have many options in terms of entertainment in the swamps, so they'll take what they can get. In an effort to make something happen, an amphibian tosses a small stone at Isla with a croak.

"Glug." Isla repeats back, wincing as the rock sails her way, but it doesn't strike her. Favoring her mildly-flayed arm, the hare stoops to pick up the rock, holding it up between her forefinger and thumb, her expression tired. "Now you see it." She mutters, her voice becoming distorted as she struggles to stifle a yawn. "Now..." With a flourish of paw over paw, the exaggerated motions hiding the sleight of hand, the rock "disappears". "You don't." There is little of her usual bravado and showmanship to it, but she is happy to keep up the charade. It's her only lead, right now - though a stroke of brilliance is not forthcoming.

The display satisfies a solid half the toads gathered around, and the one who had been leaving turns when the hare responds. To croaks of encouragements, it picks up a rock of its own, seeing that the previous one managed to work. With a sly grin it quickly snaps its wrist forward, hurling the stone with more force into the cage. The other toads croak excitedly, even the ones who weren't all that impressed by her, with some wondering if the hare will put a curse or something worse on the toad. "Glurg! Har-Glo...?"

Another rock. Isla works to keep a groan from escaping. Her arm hurts too badly to focus on petty annoyances - instead, she picks up the second rock, and holds out a paw. "One more! Uh... Glug glug?" She asks, as, with another set of flourishes meant to do nothing more than distract attention, she procures the first rock from "midair". "I have two!" She holds them up in one paw, while holding up two fingers on her other. "I ''need'' -" She holds up a third finger. "Three! One more!"

"Glug, GLUG!" The toads respond, and the hare gets two more rocks than she asked for, with at least one aimed at her arm. She has the attention of the onlookers, now, and every toad's eyes about the pen are on her, waiting to see what she'll do. "Har Kilp, glug, glo-glog?"

"OUCH! You -" She chucks the extra rock back at the offending toad, her vision momentarily blurred by unwanted tears - it hurts. It hurts so ''bad.'' She lost a toe to frost bite as a dibbun, and even that didn't hurt like this does - a dull, constant ache. It burns, which she is dimly aware is likely a sign of an infection taking hold to the exposed flesh of her arm. She's sitting in mud, after all. That feeling returns, the deep and unwavering certainty that she will die here - but she compartmentalizes it. It's a show, Isla. It's all a show, so play your part. "Be amazed!" She boasts, slowly beginning to toss the rocks. They are different sizes, so it takes a moment for her to wrap her head around the momentum, the weight - but she does. Slowly, the juggling begins, gaining speed, until the rocks orbit in a clean, perpetual circle about her paws. It's not magic, but if they've never seen it before - it might be close enough. "Oooooh!" She croons. "Ahhhhh!"

The rock misses its target and instead smacks a toad behind it, and croaky chuckles break out from the spectators. A few toads laugh even more at her discomfort, picking up more stones to toss at the poor hare - but they stop to stare in awe as the juggling begins. "Glog-Kilp...?" is heard, muttered, from the amphibians. Soon, as she continues, the toads start chanting as they leap excitedly in the air, "Kilp! Kilp! Kilp!" Causing the hare more harm is forgotten, for now, and all those gathered are enamored with the circle.

Away across the marshland at the patrol camp, Terrence sits within a tent, going over the written report of Zolomon's account. The corporal dips a quill in a traveling bottle of ink as he makes notes and draws up ideas - many of which are rather unpractical, but its not like the hare's wasting his time, waiting as he is for orders or even just more news at this point.

"Yes! Klip!" Isla encourages, slowly raising one foot from the mud. One legged juggling! If only she had the rola-bola, she'd be really impressive. But, alas, her resources are limited. Her talents may be varied and useful for a traveling troupe-hare, but as a Long Patrol fighter? Well. She slows her momentum and tosses the rocks skyward, one at a time, and catches them in turn. A low, sweeping bow is awarded to the toads watching... Think, Isla. ''Think.''

Varus steps into Terrence's tent. "Keepin' up th' papahwork, Corporal? Good show, Lad. Is this wot Zolomon told us?"

The toads, for their part, cheer as she bows, their croaks and shrieks almost painful to hear. "KILP, KILP!" They begin to chant, as if wanting an encore. "Glurg, Har-glo?" Says the toad who had tossed the second stone to its fellows with a cruel smirk. It bends down, grabbing another rock, and, while still the others cheer, it throws the rock at Isla, hard. ''CROAK.''

The corporal looks up, setting the quill aside and standing to salute. "Yes, sah, though I wasn't really doing paperwork, wot." He waves a paw at the notes, saying, "Mostly just ideas I was jotting down."

CRACK! The stone connects with Isla's head, right at the base of her ear, and a blossom of red blooms upon impact. "Ack!" She squeaks in pain, stumbling backwards, stunned by the hit. "Why you..." The hare gives a snarl, but pauses. It's what they want - and she can't give in to those basal urges. There's a way out of this, there has to be, and she isn't going to find it if she's been stoned to death. "If... If you liked that -" She sways as she stoops to pick up the new rock, streaked with her blood, and adds it to her clutch. Juggling four is no issue, but after 6, she is useless... But, for now, she is content keeping them entertained with juggling, the whirr of red visible every several seconds as the bloody rock reaches the apex of its perpetual arc... There's a way ouf of this, she reminds herself. She just needs to find it.

Most of the toads turn on the one who'd hurt the magician, letting out low growling croaks. "Glo-Gush, Gush Glo-Har-eck." The one with the sly smirk backs down, then, cowed, and the amphibians go back to watch the juggling, content.

Varus casts a glance over the parchment. "Ideas, Corporal? Battle plans? Fleet formations? Grocery lists?"

"Eh, a bit of that first one, Majah." Terrence responds with a shrug. "The best thing I can think of is when we go in to get the captives, wot, is that a few runners with hatchets can try to take down the pen, if it's made of woods like Pvt. Zolomon said, sah. Though..." He allows himself a small grin, "Maybe a grocery list is in order if we continue to eat oatmeal like we do, wot wot, sah."

Varus nods, still looking over the sheet. "I'm surprised Zolomon of all beasts managed t' escape, wot... 'E's not th' most... Experienced of Patrollahs, wot."

"Sometimes acts like it, though, sah..." Terrence quickly mutters under his breath, before pointing down at the report. "Even so, Majah, if he got a good look at where our hares are being kept, that helps us immensely. Perhaps a main group can go to the far side of the village away from the cages, wot? Cause a lot of noise and maybe try setting fire to a few toad-huts and whatnot, and others can hack the captives free. Only a basic idea, though, Sah."

Varus harrumps. "I don't suppose Zolomon's report mentions anythin' about Private Dominik, or that strange matin' ritual or sacrifice or wotevah it was th' othah night?"

Terrence stops, thinking for moment, "Er, yes and no - he did mention Pvt. Dom, wot, but nothing of a mating ritual, thank goodness." The corporal starts ordering his papers, corking the ink bottle beforehand. "Dom's being kept in a cage all by himself, wot! Apparently he fights toads the like for the slimly creatures. Should note though, Sah, the report wasn't written by Zolomon but one of the staff officers present for his account."

Varus hmms, nodding his head. "I see... That explains a few things, wot. I may 'ave been a bit... Premature ta think it was a matin' ritual, wot..."

"Maybe, Sah, maybe." Terrence gives an awkward little laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Er, here -" the corporal picks up the report, offering it to the major. "It's a short-hand copy of the official thing, Sah, but it's good enough, if you want to look over it, wot. Pvt. Dom's been busy, apparently, and I think all the noise might be from him and his 'matches', sah."

Varus accepts the stack of papers, and looks it over. Terrence has good pensbeastship. "And wot of you, Corporal. Are ya able t' stand up without assistance now?"

Tapping his leg, Terrence nods. "Yes, Sah. Well -it's still in a bit of splint, but I'm recovering well enough to walk with ease now, wot." The corporal's face is still heavily bruised around the stitches, however. "I'll be in top shape soon, Majah, don't you worry about me, wot wot."

Varus looks over the younger hare. "Y' look like death, Lad. 'Owevah, I've not yet regretted you bein' 'ere, even if Jinora would rathah y' remain at the Mountain..."

"Well, sah, my majah's yet to give an order to return." A rueful grin is on Terrence's face. "Until she does, standing orders are to stay around here, wot. And I stopped feeling like death a few days ago, Sah." Chuckling, he adds, "Can't help how I look, now can I, eh, wot?"

Zolomon groans, he had been in the healers tent recovering from his little adventure with the toads, he sits up a little and looks around and rubs his head as if he has a headache.

Varus is still talking to Terrence. "Well, per'aps I ought t' go see if Zolomon 'as woken up again. 'E's in mah patrol, so 'e's mah responsibility, wot..."

Terrence nods, glancing at his papers. "Right, Sah. Though I'd like to have a word with him, it it's possible, sah. He was the first to get captured because he ran on ahead of the group, wot. He probably shouldn't do that again, especially if its in the field and not just training." With a shrug of his shoulder, the corporal continues, "Or at least mention that to him, sah, if you weren't planning to already, wot."

Zolomon meanwhile is told to lay down, but after a quick check up the healer decides, ok he can sit up slightly, they are taking him back to the mountain here soon after all, he will sadly miss the rescue which does upset him.

Varus harrumps, and sighs. "Aye, You were 'is superiah, Terrence. I'd rathah y' did give 'im a dressin' down on that account, wot. Th' numbah one rule o' th' Long Patrol is ta nevah accept cheek from subordinates. Always remembah that, Corporal."

The corporal dips his head. "Yes Sah, I'll remember that. It's partially my fault as well, I was hanging back a bit and didn't go into the trees after him, wot." Terrence finishes straightening his papers, quill and ink bottle put neatly to the side, and turns towards the tent flap. "Zolomon's still here, is he, sah?"

Zolomon is here, for now sitting up slightly on one of the cots in here.

"F'r now," replies the Major. "We're sendin' 'im back this aftahnoon, wot. 'E's too injahed t' take paht in th' bloomin' rescue, so he'll be returned t' th' Mountain..."

"Right then, shall we, sah?" Terrence opens the tent flap for the older hare. "I do want to know how far apart everything is in the toad village, wot. So I might ask our private-first-class just that. If he paid attention, of course..."

Zolomon looks over at the tent flap opens and is able to do a much better saulte than yesterday, he then waits to see what they want.

Varus moves to stand over Zolomon's cot, and he harrumps. "Private. Y' look awful, wot. Corporal Terrence 'ere wants t' have some words wi' ya..."

"Sah." Giving a quick nod to the major, Terrence comes over as well. "Private First-Class Anderson," the corporal begins, "While its all well and good you made it out of there alive, wot, I wanted to ask you a few things. Firstly," he says with as severe a look as he can manage, "Before you were captured by the toads, wot did running on ahead into the trees accomplish for you, even when your Cpl. Rosinbloom had just told Pvt. Isla to not run off, wot?"

Zolomon blinks. "It's... Zolomon... sur.... and the idea was to get the stones first.... there was one private from the other team but they... just sort of backed off after when I went for the stone... didn't see or... hear anything... sur... sort of blacked out, woke in a cage."

Varus harrumps. He's doing a lot of harrumping today. "Are y' sayin' y' disobeyed a direct ordah, Private?"

"Anderson's your last name, is it not, private?" Terrence shoots back before turning towards the Major, "Admittedly, Sah, it was more of advice than an order, but he did break from the others - Isla did too, but she did come back after Felicity said it." The corporal looks at Zolomon again. "If the goal was to attack the frogs instead of getting rock, Pvt. Anderson, do you suppose rushing on ahead is all that smart?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Even if you'd snatched the rock and not run into the toads, you should've stuck with your team and done it together, wot. Same goes for the other team's private as well, wot wot."

Zolomon frowns "I..didn't hear that..command." Maybe it was after they noticed him missing that the command was given. "Yes..sur..Anderson is my last name..."Just been a while since he heard it used, he frowns as Felicity is mentioned "The toads have Felicity and Isla too, along with Dom and couple others...sur...though Dom is separated from the other hares.

Varus nods. "Yes, I know. I read yahr report. Wot about Konner?"

Terrence bites his lip, recalling the name. "If it helps, I don't remember Konner listed among the dead, Sah, nor do I remember seeing him go down." He goes back to the private. "Anyway, Anderson, you should be very well aware you don't go do things like running off from a patrol unless ordered to, wot. If you had stayed with the rest of us perhaps you wouldn't have been captured right away, do you understand? And maybe we'd have had more of a chance against the bloody amphibians, wot, but admittedly that's just wistful thinking on my part. You need to always keep in mind those around you when on duty- they need you as much as you need them, private. Can do things more effectively that way, and safely, wot."

Zolomon one ear droops as he frowns "Yes sur... understood... sur..." He is worried, yes maybe more so than he thinks "I hope you get the others back sur and... that all goes... well. I wouldn't enjoy a report that... well anyone was not alive."

Varus nods. "Well, yer safe, an' so is Felicity an' Dominik... That's wot mattahs now..."

Nodding, Terrence adds, "Yes, we already have one back safely with you, private. So that's a start, wot. Speaking of which, that other thing I wanted to ask you." The corporal looks intently at the private as he asks: "Do you remember the layout of the toad village, wot? How far the cages are from the main huts, or where they store food, or if the pens are downhill or whatnot, wot? Any bit you can tell us can help save Dom, Felicity, and Isla, and the others, too, wot."

Zolomon frowns "Felicity isn't safe, not safe yet the toads have her and... and if I was better able sur I would rip the toads heads off... if they lay one slimy finger on Felicity... they need stabbed, stabbed till they are dead."

With a raised eyebrow, Terrence gives a wry laugh. "I doubt Cpl. Felicity would let herself die so easily, wot. So don't worry about her. As for wot you said about the toads, don't worry." The corporal adds with a slight smirk, "The plan's pretty much to do just that - and rescue Corporal Felicity and the others, which you seem so choked up about," Terrence's grin grows wider, "While we're at it, wot. Also, I'd suggest not forgetting her rank, if I were you, Pvt. Anderson."

Varus nods his approval. Terrence will make a fine officer someday. In the meantime, the healers hurry him and the Corporal out of the way for now, to prepare Zolomon for his later departure.

As he exits a tent, Terrence laughs lightly, giving the major a look. "I say, I think our good private has a little crush, wot wot, sah! Though," the corporal says, in a more wistful tone, "I suppose I should cut him some slack in that regard - had one myself on the very same corporal for seasons, back when we were both privates, wot."

Varus eyes the younger buck for a moment. "I think we all 'ave, wot. I 'ad one mahself. An' 'ealah, she was... An' she's still mah wife, though she retired from active service in th' Patrol quite a few seasons ago..."

The corporal looks thoughtful for a moment. "Suppose that's true, Sah. Though in my case never did get around to mentioning it to Rosinbloom, and at this rate I don't think it'd go over well, wot, 'specially considering the current predicament." Terrence shuffles his feet, looking out towards the marsh. "Either way, the sooner we get them all back safe and sound the better, wot."

Varus mhmms, nodding his head. "Ah, well... May'aps at a latah date, Lad. But that's all I'll say on th' mattah, wot. I don't get involved in mah subordinates' love lives..."

Giving another dry chuckle, Terrence responds, "Hah, well, thank you for that, Sah. I don't really plan on doing the same, either, wot. He looks down at the ground, laughing again, "Maybe I will mention something to her when its all over... wot." The corporal says this more to himself than the major.

Varus nods his head. He well remembers being that age, many, many seasons ago. "In th'meantime, wot, we got t' plan a rescue attempt. Since we're currently low on Fightahs, I want y' there, Terrence..."

Terrence nods, glancing up. "Yes, Sah, I certainly intend to be there, wot wot. As for that plan..." The hare casts his gaze over in the general direction of the toad village. "If what Zolomon said is correct, wot, I think I've got a few more solid ideas, Sah."

Varus rubs his chin thoughtfully. He was thinking a paw-picked extraction team of a dozen or so hares, but Terrence is bright, so he wants to hear the younger hare's ideas. "Let's 'ear them."

"Well, Sah," the corporal begins, kneeling down, "The idea's to have a major distraction as a fight against the toads while another team of healers and such, with a few fighters, get the captives." Terrence uses his paw to draw in a sand. "Let's say Dom's cage is here, a little ways out form the main villager...here." A large circle for the village, and a smaller point for Dom. "And the rest of our hares are nearby, over here." Another point is put next to Dom's position, on the far side form the main village. "Ovah here, Sah," He adds a spot on the free side of the center, double the length from Dom to the Village. "Is their main food storage, where they nearly tossed Zolomon. And conveniently, Sah," The hare strike a small curved line in between the food and the rest, "There's a hill here." Map drawn out, the corporal looks up at the Major, asking, "If there's anything I left out about the layout let me know, sah."

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Varus shakes his head. "Not that I know of, Corporal. Carry on. The distraction is a good plan. I was thinkin' a dozen or so Fightahs, includin' those Veterans I brought th' othah night, wot..."

"Aye," Terrence nods, looking back down. "We might need a few more. The distraction is more of a full fledged battle, but I think I've got an idea to reduce losses significantly - have every hare should be armed with long spears and keep in a tight formation of at least two ranks, and keeping a group back as a reserve. There's be two distractions, really," The corporal draws I the sand again, marking the village with an 'x'. "Firstly, runners - and I mean runners, they have to be quick - go into the village and set a few huts aflame, wot. Then, after rousing the toads, they retreat over the hill where the main body of the patrollers have starts burning the food storage. The runners can't retreat fast enough so as they lose the toads, however - they need to lure them away. I suggest them using slings and javelins at range to harass the blighters, wot." He leans back, glancing up again. "The runner's have probably the most dangerous job because of that. Once the majority of toads are after the runners and over the hill, the main group can come out of hiding and engage the toads - we need to be quick about this, too, to keep as many toads stuck in fighting so as to leave the second group to go in on the far side to rescue the captives with hatchets, sah. I'd also suggest having several fighters along with them to mop up any nearby toads, wot. They'll move in once the toads are over the hill as well." Biting his lip, Terrence draws another 'x' at the captives pit. "The whole thing will require good timing, wot. That's probably the biggest problem. Oh! And as for the runners who burned the village, they should retreat to guard the flanks of the main fighting force, wot."

[[File:Terrence's_Drawing_1.jpeg|thumb|left|alt=Terrence's second drawing.|Cpl. Terrence' second drawing.]]

Varus nods his head in agreement. "Right, I'll take command o' th' distraction. Most likely I'll send Gregorian t' lead the group t' free th' prisonahs, wot. I want you in that group, Terrence..."

Dipping his head in thanks, Terrence stands. "Thank you, sah. I was hoping for that, if I'm being honest, wot." Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he waves down at his work. "The other problem with this, Sah, is that more than likely not all the fighting toads will leave the village, wot. If you manage to deal with them all by the food storage, maybe you can move into the actual place itself and try to continue the distraction, wot! I imagine if myself and half a score of hares have hatchets, we can make short work of the cages, eh, sah?"

Varus shakes his head. "I don't think it'll be entirely necessary, wot. Y' saw 'ow quickly the toads ran when I showed up with all th' oldest 'ares in th' Mountain. Deep down their cowahds, wot. It's entirely possible they'll turn tail and bloody well run when we send in that first group as a distraction. It is best tah be prepahred f'r anythin', though..."

"You're probably right, sah," Terrence says, shrugging, "But this is their home - I'd rather not leave the slimy beasts the time to try and use our hares as hostages, wot."

Varus mmms. "Yes. Well, it looks like you, me, 'n' Gregorian will be th' three 'ighest rankin' officahs, wot. This could be yahr chance t' distinguish yahrself."

The corporal nods slowly, understanding. "I see, sah. Can't make any promises, but I won't let you down, sah, wot! We should also have a spot to regroup once this is all over, with perhaps a small group of hares to guard it, just in case, wot. Leastways a place for my and the Sarge's group to run to once we get the captives, that is, wot."

Varus nods. "I believe this camp 'ere is where we'll regroup. It's located sufficiently fahr away from th' toad village, wot wot."

"Hmm..." Terrence grunts, saying, "Well, 'suppose that'll do then, Sah!" The corporal spares one more glance down at his drawing, and, in a grave tone, adds, "Sah, I'll take full responsibility if the plan fails, wot."

Varus harrumps. "Yes, well... If it fails, it'll likely be mah demotion, wot..."

Swallowing, Terrence says, "Well, hopefully that won't happen, sah - I might be dead at that point, though, along with the rescue team, wot. But that probably won't happen, wot wot."

Varus mhmms. "Yes indeed, Lad. We're th' bloomin' Long Patrol, though. We *won't* fail..."

"Bloody well right we are, sah!" Terrence offers a wary grin. "We won't. Leastways, not in a way we can think of now, wot!"

Varus nods his head. "Yes. I sometimes wondah that we're on shaky foundations since that mess in Mossflowah, but I think mah fears 'ave been mislaid..."

"Honestly, I've thought the same, Majah." Terrence rolls his shoulder, looking back at the tent where he left his papers and other equipment. "Well, Sah, if that's all well and good, now, I need to go collect my things before a well meaning private ends up tossing it all, wot!"

Varus nods, and casually salutes the other hare. "Right. Yahr dismissed, Corporal. Get yahr rest... We may be movin' out early tomorrah..."

Dipping his head, Terrence returns the salute with a muttered, "Thank you, Sah. I'll be sure to." Before he turns and goes to the tent.

== 'Erg' the Blog-Slayer, Round III: Destroyer of Worlds ==
;After the plans for rescue...
[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1377| Originally posted by Ol'random]

:''Note: All hares were successfully rescued from the toads with the exception of Pvt. D. Kasimir and Rct. K. Attenborough, who went missing in the chaos.''

Containment. Imprisonment. It's a first for Isla - the closest approximation to her current situation being that time a magic trick went wrong and set fire to a local tavern. But the troupe had paid the proper dues, done some service, and been free to go after a good laugh with local authorities - this is different. There's no ''rationale,'' no fine to pay, no crime, and no escape. So, the doe stews. Her brain whirring. There is still a way out, she knows, she just doesn't know what that is. The recruit is currently sat on the ground of her cage, singing softly to herself. It's a nonsense song, nonsense lyrics, just something to fill the space of silence and anxiety, something that she can feel in control of, for that moment.

The novelty of the prisoners has finally worn off, and, with the exception of one or two toad guards, most of the amphibians have gone back to their autumn schedule - that is to say mostly just sitting around during the day and tossing rocks at each other while during the night is more of the same but with fire and food. One of the few not sitting is the toad watching the hares, leaning on a crude spear as it lazily tries to catch one of the many, many bug that's buzzing in the swamp and village. Too preoccupied with this task, it doesn't give much thought to how Isla is singing or what she's saying, not like it could understand the hare anyway.

Someone appreciates the song at least as to the back of the cage one of other recruits, Nilear looks up. He's been silent a lot, accepting of his fate and short run life as a patroller so he's not even made any attempt to interact with the toads. For a moment he's just listening to the tune before the words finally reach him and he looks confused "...That doesn't even make any sense"

"Ugly things, bumpy things, be they beasts or something less -" Isla babbles, albeit rhythmically. "Wee, wop, bop, slop." Plucking a wet stick from the mud, she taps out her own beat against the bars. Could she break out of the wooden cage? She doubts it. Could she escape the toads upon doing so? She doubts it even more. A sigh weaves its way into her melody. Think. Her arm has grown hotter, sending shooting stabs of pain every time she moves it. She's been soaking in filth since the injury, and she has little doubt that an infection is taking hold. She tries not to look at it too closely. Do toads have any thoughts on disease? Perhaps they would release her if they thought she had one which could spread. More likely, they would just kill her and save themselves the trouble. She tucks the idea away for further contemplation. "S'not like they can understand it." She responds to Nilear with a shrug. "Just needed noise wot wasn't -" She waves out at the toad slurping bugs from the air. ''"That."''
Everyone's a critic.

The toad was quite happy with its snack, smacking its lips. However, it notices the two hares converse, albeit after a minute or so. With a ''croak'' and a, "Glrulg!" It raps the cage bars harshly with its spearbutt where Isla had been tapping, but doesn't do much beyond that, instead searching for another bug to snap up. The buzzing of the marsh bugs, even this far into the fall, is nearly maddening.

"You're just attractin' that" Nilear sounds frustrated "You keep drawin' them over and" he's cut short as the toad hits the bars and he flinches. He has to bite his tongue and clench his paws to try and keep calm or at least avoid completely losing it "I swear if he does that again..." he mutters and flicks his ear as a bug lands on it.

"Maybe I want 'im to." Isla mutters back with the flicker of an idea. She gives him a smirk and stands, moving to the side of the cage closer to their guard. "Toooooooooads!" She sings. Her voice, at least, is lovely - she depended on it long enough. But the lyrics are ugly and nonsense, as Nilear has pointed out. She lapses into the tune the troupe used to improvise sea shanties. Lilting and easy, rising and falling like the waves, the kind of beat any drunken beast can beat a tankard to. "Ya ever seen a frogbeast, after sailin' out ta sea? All dried an' salty worthless, as they are now ta me. Bu' th' thing bout toads what's been salted out an' dried, is it's preferable eatin', if yer other options died!" She hollers the melody through the bars.

The long tongue of the toad leaps out through the bars to snatch the bug by Nilear's ears, the disgusting wet sound loud and accompanied by sprays of spittle. With a happy ''croak'' the guard munches on its new snack, content for now. When the other hare starts singing, it glares at them both, vaguely aware 'toad' being some sort of insult for them. It leaps back as Isla gets closer, startled, raising its spear point and poking lightly at the hare. "Kilp! Glo-Har!" It croaks, keeping out of reach from the cage. As the singing continues, the guard relaxes, somewhat, enthralled by the pleasant voice - but the spear is still kept pointed at her, if a bit laxly.

"The you're goin' to get us all killed like Zolomon" Nilear mutters back harshly when Isla suggests she wants the toad's attention. There's some debate if Zolomon made it of course. When last seen he was being dragged off after Dom killed him but then there was a lot of toads running off afterwards. Nilear is firmly of the belief he's dead and Dom's an insane lunatic now. He flinches again as the tongue snaps over his head and he freezes at the sound and spit. For a minute he's just stuck there, his brain broken before he shudders with a "Yeeeeacht!" he frantically rubs his head with his sleeves.

"We're gonna die anyway." Isla mutters back, but doesn't take her eyes off her now captivated audience. "Th'rain is black an' bitter, th'sea is twice as so, but I still prefer th'Dark Forest, to th'marshes stinky glow." Struggling to keep up with the melody, the words remain nonsense. But the toads don't understand, nor do they pay her - so on she goes. "Sticky slime an' bugs t'dine ain't a meal wot happy bellies crave, but give me yer damn spear, ya clod, so I cin poke ya through th'nave!"

A throaty chuckle comes from the guard at Nilear's discomfort, distracting it from Isla song; but her audience isn't just one, now. Two more toads had shuffled over at the noise, and now ''croak'' in enjoyment of the hare's singing. The guard's spear is lowered even more, the tip practically in the cage. "Clog...?" One of the other toads looks confusedly as its fellows, earning a shrug in return. "Har-Kilp, Glo-Ush."

Nilear suddenly stops and his shoulders slump after Isla's reminder "Right... good point" he just sits lost in thought for a moment but Isla's singing still brings up back and he watches her for a good minute before he spots the toad's spear is right by the cage and he looks away, trying not to draw the toad's attention to it "Holy hell it's workin'" he mutters back.

The performer-turned-Patrol-recruit gives a knowing smirk, but keeps singing. She's still lilting on in that wavering shanty melody, but lapses from nonsensical lyrics about the swamp to an answer to Nilear: "A'course it's workin', ya stupid buck, now all we needs a litttttle -" Isla continues singing, her brain running through rhymes even as she tenses for her next move. "Luck!" She lurches forward, moving forward to try and snatch the spear from the toad through the bars, a foot jutting forward to block the tip and keep it on the ground, should the guard try to stab her with it, but she doesn't want to break off the tip - but anything is better than nothing, which is what they have right now.

"GLARG!" The toad guard croaks, tagging franticly at the now trapped spear. The other two toads look at each other, perplexed, before croaking out for help. "HAR-GLARG!" They shout, not moving to help the guard in any way besides that. They're not on duty right now, after all. Soon, more croaking can be heard as the village slowly responds to the plea for help even as the guard struggles to free the spear while shrieking. Its grip is loosening the more it pulls back.

Felicity has been quiet most of the time they've been imprisoned. She's been thinking about her uncle Flint, who had been a prisoner of these same toads for many seasons. It almost seems as if her family is doomed to always be encountering the amphibians in less than ideal circumstances. She also has been trying to come up with ways to escape. Not having come up with much in the way of good ideas, she's been watching the Recruits doing whatever in the world they're up to. Meanwhile, whenever the toads have been distracted, she's been sorting through the debri that has been chucked at them, finding some pebbles that were encased in the soil that had been chucked at them and hiding them away in her stone pouch. It had been emptied when she was captured, but the toads aren't searching them every day. She's also found a sharp stone. As the croaks start to increase in volume, the Corporal looks up from rolling the soil into balls (there's a lot of clay in this soil) and rolls her eyes instead. "Great. Y'shoulda tried beltin' 'im unconscious first." She pulls out her sharp stone and hides it in her sleeve, gaze darting around the cage to see if she can find a way to open it. She's been looking for that this whole time.

Nilear starts to get nervous all over as Isla keeps singing and he grabs a couple of thrown rocks in his paw too and tenses. When Isla springs he does too and gets right up to the bars before throwing the rocks at the toad, trying to get him to loosen his grip.

"GIVE!" Isla hollers at the toad, gripping the spear and yanking back on it, hard. It sends flames of pain through her swollen arm, and she has to grit her teeth. For a moment, the shock of the sensation sets her world to spinning, but she powers through. It's not hard to, the adrenaline is coursing through her now, narrowing her focus but dulling her pain. Kicking out through the bars, the doe bares her teeth at the guard. "GIVE!" Felicity's remarks are ignored, but filed away for later complaint-sessions with her fellow recruits, should she ever see them again. Should any of them see anyone outside of these cages, again. She pushes that thought away, too.

The toad does give, leaping back with a howl. It manages to spare a moment to glare daggers at the two bystanders who aren't doing anything - and who continue to do both but watch, having finished crying for help - before the guard picks up a stone and hurls it at the spear thief. By now some toads had heeded the croaks, and a few more amphibians armed with spears make their way over. They're taking their sweat time, though, not really wanting to deal with problems today.

Felicity steps up beside the Recruits, sharp rock in paw. "Mmm...may'ap 'twasn't as bad an idea as I thought. Least we got a real weapon now. Y'know 'ow t'use a spear?" She pats her waist, forgetting for a moment that her sling had been confiscated. Instead she gets another rock out of her stone pouch, still looking for a way out. Could they push the roof off?

Nilear ducks his head as the rock is thrown back even though it's not thrown at him. As soon as it doesn't hit him he looks up quickly and looks victorious "Ha! I can't believe that worked" he does a little mocking jig and laughs at the toad "Yah warty idiots!" he seems relieved for the first time since they were caught. He looks to Felicity "Better with a sword but it got covered in the trainin'!" he looks back at the toad with the unconcerned back up slowly approaching "So wot's the plan?" he asks Isla.

Victory! There's a flash of pride - good ideas. She has them, sometimes. The pride is short lived, as the sudden release of the spear sends Isla stumbling backwards, and she falls to the ground with a 'WHUMP'... But she's holding a spear when she does so. "Let's party!" The doe yelps, tears of pain springing unbidden to her eyes every time she uses her left arm - luckily she's right-pawed. But she doesn't use the spear to attack - no, she knows her strengths. They're in her head. Scrambling to the far side of the enclosure, away from the guards, she jams the spear through the bars, stabbing the tip into the mud and using the shaft as a lever. She just needs to bend, break, or lift the cage enough to allow an opening - if it can work. She's lifted the troupe's cart out of the mud with less, before - but she's making it up as she goes along. "KEEP 'EM BUSY!" She hollers in response to Nilear, not bothering with rank right now. She's a recruit - what's the worst they can do, demote her?

She's got a plan, of course she's got a plan. "Th'plan is to improvise!"

The single guard, now, thoroughly angry, bends to toss another rock, more viciously this time, at the hares. The two other toads start backing away from the cage and the enraged guard. More toads gather around now, and it seems their plan is to chuck rocks at the offending hares. "Glag! Glag!" They croak as a chant, letting Isla be even as some amphibians stand by with evil grins. ''"Croak."''

Felicity points to one corner of the cage. "Covah those 2 sides?" She orders to Nilear as she darts to the opposite corner. Tossing rocks back at the toads, she glances around to double check if they're surrounded or not. "EULALIA! Come and see th' colour o' y'insides, toad scum!!"

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Nilear tries to dodge rocks and gets hit by more than he avoids "Keep the busy how? By bein' target practice?!" he shouts back at Isla before doing what Felicity tells him and getting to the other corner. He too starts throwing the rocks back and shouting angrily "Sod off! Yah smell worse than my grandda's armpit, go die in a ditch!"

She's throwing all of her weight into leveraging the cage-top off of their pit, and every ounce of Isla shows that strain and effort. Her arm aches and burns, the pain nearly blinding her, but every sinewy muscle in the lithe teen is twitching and flexing with the effort. Her head is ducked as the thrown rocks dig their stony teeth into her hide, nipping worse than those biting insects ever could. She never thought she'd miss the bugs. "B-Budge! Ya stoopid thing!" She pants through gritted teeth. "Gimme a paw!" She hollers to someone, anyone.

The efforts of the hares are met by laughs - it seems many of the armed toads present find them entertaining. And who could blame them? Since cage fights with 'Erg' had been stopped after Zolomon's faked death, there hasn't been much to do in toad village. However, some are deadset on stopping the hares, especially now that two of their number are knocked out by the captive's throws. A few bunch together infront of where Isla is letting the cage, spears ready, waiting for the breakout with a few jabs through the cage here and there. However, these toad don't really want to kill the hares, just try to get them back in their cage - the hares are quite literally all they have for fun for the coming winter.

"'Elp 'er, Recruit! I'll do m'best t'keep 'em at bay," Felicity orders, barely avoiding getting knocked unconscious by a rock. The cut she sustained when they were captured is reopened a little, but she ignores the blood as she chucks rocks back at the toads and then tries to grab one of the spears being poked at the younger doe. Stuffing her sharp rock into her stone pouch, she tugs on whatever spear she grabs with both of her strong arms, silently grateful for all the exercises she's done in the Patrol in her life. "EULALIAAA!! Gimme that blasted spear, you slimy excuse f'r a doorstop!"

Nilear doesn't need telling twice as he's already fed up of being pelted with rocks. He'll have more bumps than the toads soon. He springs over and grabs the spear too, pulling down sharply with his weight put in to it "Come on! Move the soddin' thing!"

One of the toads is surprised when Felicty grabs their spear. He really shouldn't be but they just don't learn from the mistakes of others. He tugs back on it with an angry croak but two others are quick to take their attention off of Isla and aim their poking spears towards Felicity now. They don't want them getting another spear!

Felicity kicks at the offending spears and, while keeping a grip on the spear she has, leaps back and intentionally falls to the muddy floor of the pit/cage/thing. She's gross anyway, so it doesn't really matter to her anymore. "Keep goin'!" she orders the Recruits.

The toad stubbornly refuses to let go but regrets it as Felicity leaps back and takes the spear and the toad with it. The spear finally comes free of his grip as the toad collides with the cage bars hard and flops against them a bit dazed.

Felicity has a spear! Yay! She leaps up and goes to stab the toad she took it from, then whirls and starts stabbing at toads that just get much too close. "EULALIA! Blood an' vinegar! Tha's whot y'get f'capturin' Patrollahs! 'SSS DEATH!!"

The dazed toad looks surprised again as he's stabbed and gurgles, struggling for a second before he lies against the bars dead. They now have two spears and the recruits are struggling to get the cage open still. This was getting out of hand but the toads had tried poking them with spears and they'd tried throwing rocks at them! They were all out of ideas and angrily croaked as then backed up quickly just out of Felicity's range when she starts stabbing all over the place.

Felicity whirls 'round, glaring at the gathered amphibians murderously. "Tha's right, y'ugly mugs. Get close an' y'll get a taste o' m'spear, wot!!" The Runner refuses to take into consideration the fact that she never really mastered using a spear -- swords are more her thing. And slings. But she can stab through the bars of a cage pretty well, right? She keeps slowly spinning, spear level, ready to find a toad to end its life. "Come a little closah -- haven't done th' dance o' battle in quite a while, wot! EULALIAAAAAA!!"

A couple of the toads at least prod the dead one off of the bars and far enough to grab him and drag him out the way. None of them seem to want to be the next one to go forward but the biggest takes charge and shoves one forward while he circles around to try and get behind Felicity and attack from there.

Felicity wasn't born yesterday. Noting that the shoved one was, well, shoved forward, she whirls, following the sneaky one with her gaze and the spear. "Oh, no, y'don't," she growls. "'M not gonna let y'get be'ind me THAT easily, y'stupid blaggahd."

Meanwhile across in the dunes a tent has been set up for the officers with all the maps and reports on a little folding table so they can sit there and stare at them for hours. That's what Greg's been doing with them anyway. Staring and thinking. He's not even sure quite where his mind has wandered in his attempts to run over the plans they have and iron out the problems.

Terrence, who is standing behind the officers, is present if only because on of the maps has his basic plan outlined on it. The corporal remains silent, watching his higher ups staring and waiting for the moment some hare speaks.

Gregorian runs a paw over his face and finally sits up straighter "Corporal? Could yah run through the plan one more time?" He must have run through it plenty of times already but the waiting around is bothering him.

Varus has, of course, brought out the same veterans he brought a few days ago to save this sorry lot. He has faith in their many seasons of accumulated experience. "'Asn't th' Corporal already explained it?" He says out loud, as he enters the tent. "I'm goin' in wi' mah group t' create a diversion, while you free th' prisonahs..."

Looking between the major and sergeant, the corporal begins, again. "Er, Sah, like the Majah says, the goal is to get the toads as far away from the prisoners as possible, wot," Terrence points to the map, drawing a line with his finger to the opposite side from the captives. "And fight them over here. While you and me, Sarge, go with the smaller group to free the prisoners using hatchets to cut down the wooden bars, wot."

Gregorian throws out a salute as the major appears "Numerous times sah" he nods at the corporal's repetition of the plan "This exercise hasn't exactly been without it's problems. The last thing I want is more casualties"

Varus gestures to the old veterans he brought with him. "Trust me. If all goes accordin' t' plan, there should be no casualties." He harrumps. "I paw-picked th' most experienced hares in th' mountain, wot..."

"Sah, I actually have something that might help with that, wot." Terrence says, rolling out a large chart on what little free space is left on the command table, "Is this."

[[File:LP_formation_plan_thing.jpeg|thumb|left|alt=The plan.|The formation.]]

The image is that of two rectangles, with several smaller circle to their side and back. "It's a battle field deployment - the runners, once done setting fire to everything the toads hold dear, lure the slimy beasts to the main fighting force, deployed like this - two sets of three ranks deep, with every hare in this armed with long spears. The runners go to this formations flanks, protecting it in case toads try to go around. A fair amount of archers behind this rain their fury on the toads, wot."

The toads have lost two spears and a fellow toad and seemed no closer to getting the weapons back as they were finding it hard to even get near the cage. The longer it went on the angrier they were getting and the louder the croaking became with more toads coming out to see what was happening and laugh at the idiots who let the prisoners get hold of their weapons.

Gregorian nods once to Varus before Terrence draws his attention with additional planning and he looks over the diagrams "Somethin' from yah old reports I'm guessin'?" his ears perk a little as the swamps seem to be getting louder again "Hm. How soon could yah sort this tahgethah? They're soundin' excited again" the last time that happened Zolomon stumbled out of the swamps.

Varus harrumps, and nods. "Yes, I found th' Corporal's battle plan to be very well thought out, wot. 'E's got a good 'ead on 'is shouldahs, wot." His ears perk, and turns to glance outside. "Right, somethin's 'appenin'... I suggest we kick this plan inta high gear..."

The corporal, whose ears were up and alert at the sarge's words, rubs the back of his neck, saying to Varus, "Well, thank you, sah..." He taps the paper, looking at the sergeant with a rueful grin, ''"Inspired'' by, more than anything, Sah, wot. Usually stuff like is reserved for major battles and the like - I don't think I've seen this used by a relatively small group such as us here before, but I think it'll work... If it does, the runners can move forward and envelope the toads, and you, Sah," Terrence turns towards the major, "Can deal with the blighters any way you want - Even set them on fire, wot, as I've heard you'd like to! Though I can't imagine the smell being all that pleasant, wot wot."

"Well, I guarantee the toads won't be anywhere near as organised" Greg replies as he gets up and heads out of the tent "Everyone! Front and centah! Runnahs ovah here. Fightin' force Corporal Terrence will give yah some additional instructions. The toads are makin' a dreadful racket and we intend tah put an end tah it tahday!" he yells around the little camp as he starts directing hares in to their groups.

Varus hrmms. "Truth be told, Lad, th' fire is chiefly f'r their village, wot. I want it burned t' th' ground, an' I want th' toads driven outta th' area..." He steps out of the tent. "Right! Fightahs, atteeeen-shun!" He's speaking to his grizzled old veterans now, who look like they're ready for some toad soup. "Yahr wi' me. We're gonna provide th' distraction, wot!"

"GO, GO, GO!" We re-join our friends in toad captivity, covered in sweat, mud, blood, and other questionable swamp good. Sufficient effort and injury leaves a gap just enough for a body to squeeze through between the top-cage over their pit, and the mud itself. Isla isn't wasting any time, and is dragging herself through the mud, leading with her spear. Of course, no toads will take kindly to that sort of blatant escape, so she hopes her back-up can watch her back long enough for her to find her feet - if she can create a distraction, she might be able to draw some of them away from the others! Of course, she has to get all the way out, first. Alive.

Once the major is done, the corporal gives the instructions to the troops, emphasizing the point about the spears, and, once finished, moves over to stand by Sergeant Greg. He starts to put a hatchet at his side and his rapier on his other, saying, "Looks like I'm with you for all this, Sah."

Nilear is still weaponless so Felicity may have to do most of the defending and distracting work but he does at least go to give Isla a paw up to the top of the cage, throws a few rocks while she's trying to regain her feet and then he jumps up to scramble after her. The toads are out in numbers by now but most are there to watch not help. The figure the guards must have this covered still as they've mostly surrounded the pit and try to force the hares back with their spears.

Gregorian nods once to Terrence "Hope for a good distraction and poorly made cages then lad" he signals their readiness to Varus and then to the runners "Runnahs! Yah know yah job, draw them from the cages. Get tah it and stay safe" he says before he starts off in to the swamps, following paths he knows to be safe through the marshlands.

Varus throws a salute, as does his group of veterans. "Right ho, Lads... Blood 'n' vinegah, wot!" He leads them out behind Greg's group, following the same path carefully.

This isn't going to work. The thought smacks Isla, hard, about the same time that the flat of a large stone smacks her, hard. With a yelp, she has to throw her arms over her head, half in, half-out of their prison. The spear in her paw waves wildly, blindly, as her legs scrabble at the sides of the pit to propel her the rest of the way out. It's not going to work - but she isn't going to die in a cage, that much she's decided. "Ack! Bloomin'! Hellsteeth! Scuts'n guts!" She swears in a steady stream, struck by rocks and nicked by speartips. The toads may not want to kill their entertainment, but they don't seem to have much of an understanding of the long-term effects of their attacks.

With a dry chuckle, Terrence responds, "Certainly, sah!" he tightens his belt, adjusting where his sword hangs so as to make running easier, "They are made by toads, Sarge, so I think a few minutes of good l'hacking will do the job, wot!" The corporal's following Greg closely through the marsh, now, paw on his rapier.

Felicity leaps forward to stab at the toads who are in turn stabbing at Isla. "EULALIAAA! DEATH BEFORE SURRENDAH! EULLAAAALLLIIIIAAAA!!!" She stabs out in many different directions, trying to keep the toads away from her comrades, trusting that they'll help her get out, too. "We'll needta get Dom! I think 'e's somewhere around 'ere, wot! EULALIAAA!!"

Nilear throws back rocks where he can until he gets a toad in the head and they fall close enough for him to grab their weapon and join the fight against the spears "He killed Private Zolomon!" he shouts, arguing against Felicity over going for Dom "He might kill us all too! We should just try and get out of here"

The closer the rescue party get the more they can hear and Greg's never heard a frog yelling eulalia before. He curses under his breath "They're fightin' alright..." he looks back at the group quickly "Stick tah the plan but get a move on!" he hurries up quickly and signals the runners to get in position while he takes his group to the other side to get in place ready for the distraction as soon as Varus and the fighters are in place too.

Felicity glares at the argumentative Recruit. "I don't bloody care what 'e did, we are NOT leavin' 'im be'ind an' that's an ordah, Recruit! If 'e tries t'kill us, I'll deal with 'im. Don't argue wi' y'superiahs!!"

Felicity's actions do provide enough of a distraction to allow Isla to rise to a shaky stand, leaving room for another to slither out of the cage. "MAKE A RUN FAH IT!" She shouts, tucking her head, pointing her spear dead ahead, and charging to the left, trying to isolate a target, trying to keep herself alive just a little longer. She's hot all over - she knows it's not all from the exertion or the marsh's ecosystem. She's hot. She's sick - even the tiniest of wounds can bloom into an infection strong enough to kill a badger - isn't that what they'd been taught in their classes? "Shut up, Nilear, I'm gonna find Dom. GET OU' YOU LOT!" She's running, she's yelling, she's probably dying, and she has no idea that help is on the way. Let's find the big guy.

Varus can hear the yelling. "Yes, that's Felicity! Right, 'urry it up, mates!" He breaks into a trot now, and his troops follow, making their way toward the village as quickly as possible. It's already in view, so he yells, "Eulaliaaaa! BLOOD 'N' VINEGAH!" to get the toads undivided attention.

"No plan survives first contact..." Terrence mutters with a wry grin, hearing the patrol war cry - and the croaks. "Yes, sah!" The corporal picks up his pace, hot on the Sarge's tail. Fiddling with the hilt of his sword, he gets into position alongside Gregory and the rescue party. "So, eh, wot now, sarge? Seems we might have a fight on our paw, wot, no matter what the majah's up to."

Nilear thinks they're all insane but he gives up, he's not going to argue "Right. Fine" he snaps as he gets a toad in the gut "We're all goin' tah die anyway lets go rescue the insane behemoth"

Gregorian snorts at Terrence's words. That always seems to ring true. As Varus' group starts yelling the toads that were just watching or relaxing quickly realise there's a second attack and a lot of them take off with angry yells towards Major's group. Greg holds his group there long enough to give them a good head start "Well I'm nevah one tah say no tah a fight. No yellin' though, keep it fast and quiet we don't want the rest of them comin' back this way" he says as he going quick and silent until the first thing a toad knows about it is a hammer to the head.

Felicity has escaped the cage! Yay! Roaring her battle cry, she stabs out semi-expertly at the toads with her spear. Making a mental note to let their superiours know once they get back that the Recruit needs more training on teamwork, she keeps her subordinates in sight. "Isla, wait for us, that's an ordah! 'SSSS DEATH TO YE!!" she informs a toad as she skewers him. At the sound of the shouting from the rescue party, she schreeches out her loudest 'eulalia' yet to let them know exactly where the (now escaped) prisoners are. Will they be able to reach Dom's cage?

"He's ''our'' insane behemoth!" Isla counters Nilear, swinging to follow Felicity and the other recruit. She drops into a charge at one of the armed toads and, whether she meant to or not, her spear makes contact. Burying itself into a toads gut, her momentum carries her forward longer than she had meant to, and when she manages to grind to a halt, her fists are almost pressed to the toad's stomach, the spear protruding far out of its back. She's face to face with it, her own eyes wide and terrified as they stare into his - wide and terrified. A throaty 'hurk' sprays her face with blood, and she staggers backwards still holding the spear. It looses itself with a sickening sound, leaving the toad to slump to the ground. Isla is frozen, flecked with gore and mud. She's never killed anyone before.

Varus is rushing in there like death, yelling loudly with his compatriots, all with weapons drawn. "Right, let's kill these monstahs, burn th' village, 'n' go 'ome!"

"Yes Sah!" The corporal mutters as he draws his weapon, rushing after Greg. Soon, another toad falls, Terrence's rapier stuck in it's back. Pulling the blade out of the dead creature, the corporal slices at another toad who had started to turn to see why its fellow didn't answer. It too slumps to the ground, a look of surprise on its face as it gurgles out. "Over there, Sah!" The buck points with his sword to the three escaped hares, before cutting his way through the toads towards them.

Gregorian sees the escapees after Terrence points them out "Well, how nice, they saved us the trouble of gettin' them out of the cage" he says with pleasant surprise as he breaks another toad skull "Lets get ovah there before they finish the fight for us" he gestures quickly for his troop to break through the toads quickly to get the captives some back up fast.

Felicity catches up with Isla and curses under her breath. "ISLA!" She goes to grab the maiden and give her a shake. "Keep movin' afore that 'appens t'you, an' that's an ordah! MOVE!" Literally the opposite of the way the Corporal prefers dealing with this, but they don't have time for anything other than tough love right now. Going to push the Recruit forward, the Runner keeps stabbing at the toads around them, shouting her war cry as they contu=inue to fight their way to Dominik's cage.

She's never killed anyone before, and it takes that a solid minute to sink into Isla's head. She's frozen, at some point jostled by something but she doesn't feel it. The shouts sound distant, in fact, the sudden brevity of her actions must have broken something - because she could almost swore she heard more hares yelling. Felicity's voice sounds distant and muffled, but reality slowly pieces back together. It's with the shake that she comes back to herself, though her gaze is far away. She stares at Felicity, as if confused by how she got there, but the corporal's actions are enough. It's an act - compartamentalize, move on. "B-Blood an' vinegar!" She manages to croak out, her vision blurred by tears. She scrubs them away with the back of a paw, and spins, spear pointed, and with a deep breath, follows after Felicity and Nilear, searching for Dom's cage.

Varus's force meets the oncoming horde of amphibians with a clash of blades, copious croaking, and plenty of stabbing to be had. The first toads to crash into Varus' group go down with little more than a collective "URK," as the seasoned veterans prove far more disciplined and skilled at swordplay. "Right, y' ugly wart-faced buffoons, keep it comin'! Y' got faces not even yahr mothahs could love!"

For his part, Terrence is close now to Isla and the others - and Dom's cage. As he hacks down another toad, he waves his free paw up in the air, calling, "EULALIA! Patrol hares, over here!" There's no point in being silent now, not when the three hares one's supposed help rescue are the center of the toads attention.

Dominik's cage was situated a good distance away from the others...whether that was intentional or merely pure coincidence is anyone's guess. Being that it was the toads that decided, it's more than likely completely by accident. Still, the attention drawn by Isla and the other prisoners during their initial 'attack' with the stolen spears was more than adequate enough to draw away most of if not all of the toads that had been hanging around Dominink's enclosure. Finding the space around the cage now almost completely abandoned, the hulking hare that crouches in the corner ever so slowly rises up to his full height. Making his way towards the section of the cage where Dom had spend a lot of his time gnawing at various spots in the bars during times when the toads weren't watching him quite as closely, the large hare lingers there a moment, his head tilting as he looks over the section of cage. A slow grin spreads over his muzzle, and he rears back with a strong footpaw, leg muscles tensing, as he swings it forward and connects with the bars. There is a loud 'ker-ACKKK' as Dom manages to actually fell the entire wall of the cage; it sloooowly teeters a moment, before toppling forward and hitting the ground with a loud 'fa-WUMPF'. Toad construction at its finest, ladies and gentlehares. The path now open and clear for the loopy hare, he steps out of his cage, the commotion in the rest of the village not too far away reaching his ears. There is an escape path if he were to simply go straight ahead, however immediate escape is -not- in the large hare's plans. Eyes narrowing, Dom crouches down and grips the bars of the felled cage wall. With a loud snap, he breaks off two of the wooden bars, their ends sharp and jagged. Peering down at them, that smile crosses his muzzle again. The fearsome hare rises up again, made all the more terrifying by his rough and disheveled condition; his normally rugged and handsome face is scarred, streaked with the pale yellow of the toadblood he had used for facepaint as well as his own dried blood, and his ears are folded against the back of his head. His uniform is torn in various spots, dirty and unkempt...but that is the least of his concerns at the moment. Turning, he searches out the nearest area for any nearby toads...he heads in the direction of the fighting, one thing and one thing only on his mind.

They just need to find Dominik and then... "I'll be dunked an'quartered." Isla gapes. "Th'Patrol is 'ere!" She can hear Terrence hollering, but Isla is still running in the last direction she knew Dominik to be contained, hot on Nilear and Felicity's heels. She makes some stabbing motions at the enemy, but she seems hesitant to make contact again - that was horrible. That was truly awful - but she'll deal with it later. On with the show, Isla! "...It looks like he didn't need our bally 'elp afterall." Her own warpaint is not as intentional as Dom's, which makes his all the more terrifying. While Isla is smeared in blood, mud, and grime, it's the random chaos of the situation - not... Whatever it is that big guy has going on. "Right." She changes course, heading for Terrence's voice calling out to them. They might survive after all!

Varus and his old fogies are cutting down toads, left and right. "C'mon now, boys! On t' th' village!" He assumes the rescue is going well. At least he hopes. In the meantime, one of his hares, who's carrying a torch, finally sets fire to the nearest hut that counts for a toad house, and it goes up like a bonfire...

A very loud and very vulgar curse escapes Terrence when he sees the three run off in the exact opposite direction as him. He rushes off after them, batting away toads left and right with the flat of his blade. "WHAT THE BLOODY-" The corporal comes to stop when he gets a good look at what has become of Dominik (and the others), his jaw hanging open for a moment. "Wot..." He shakes his head, speechless, but sees the three hares now coming his way. "I think Pvt. Dom'll be alright for now, wot!" He calls to them, giving a long, savage cut to a nearby toad. "You three, we need to move it! NOW!" The rest of the rescue party are nearby, fighting, even as smoke bellows up from the village. Croaks grow more and more frantic around them all.

Dominik seems to have some form of tunnel vision at the moment; the other Patrollers are there, but Dom seems to look right past them, his pace increasing in speed as he finally spots what he was looking for. Lifting one of the improvised spears into the air, Dom's voice booms out, echoing throughout the marshes and more than likely striking fear into the hearts of those toads who can hear it, and who now can see their once-revered 'Erg' now out of his cage, and about to put some serious hurt on toadflesh. "ERG!!!!!!" Following this with a roar that builds deep within his chest before exploding outwards, Dom is like a hare possessed. Striding into the nearest group of toads, he cuts them down like stalks of corn. Very slimy, warty and green corn. Using the wooden cage bars as both a striking and a stabbing implement, Dom knocks toads left and right, the creatures falling in front of him. He doesn't care who they are, if they are even remotely toadlike, they are struck down with a vengeance. Isla's changed course was likely a wise idea.

She just has to get to the other hares, and then this nightmare will be as good as over. As she rushes forward, Isla trips over something and slides a solid half-meter through muck. Turning around to see what it is that caught up her foot, she sees another dead toad. She blanches, but goes to rise - in time to see one of the ugly blighters raising a webbed hand to fling a rock into her face. On instinct, she stabs out again with the spear, stabbing up through the soft, papery skin of the thing's chin. It's dead instantly, going limp where it stands and collapsing on top of her. Isla has to shove and scramble, panicking slightly, to squeeze out from beneath its rubbery weight. "No, no, no-" Her breathing is ragged, but she has the sense to yank her spear free again. "Corporal!" She gasps out, joining Terrence, the Sarg, and their group.

The fire the old retired Sergeant Mayweather set has taken hold, and begins to spread quickly. Soon over half the huts are ablaze, and the flames are encroaching on the prisoner pens. Varus hacks down another toad, only to have two more pop up. They appear to be enraged to have their playthings escape, and their village turn into an inferno, and they don't seem to be too keen about retreating. Fortunately these old hares have seen a thing or two, and they more than match the amphibians' strength...

"Brought a hatchet if you'd rather use that, wot!" Terrence says while dispatching a toad with a quick jab to the throat, a wide grin on his face now the hares are back. "Bloody-well good to see you still in one piece, Isla - same goes for you two!" He calls over to Nilear and Felicity. "Now, then, time to get you lot back home, wot!" The corporal has enough sense about him to keep a very wide berth from where Dom was having his 'fun', and the sarge's group starts to back slowly away from the now fully panicked and enraged toads, with the hare's swords and spears at the ready and slaying any amphibian that comes too close. "Maybe you and the others should stick behind us, recruit," Terrence mutters to Isla, hacking at another toad. "Let us fight, and get a bit of respite, wot wot!"

Dominik currently has no intentions of going anywhere but where his instincts are taking him...and that is in the direction of those groups of toads who are fleeing and panicked as their village is quickly becoming engulfed in flames. As Dom continues to cut through the unfortunate toads who are either not fast enough to get away or just too stupid to realize that fighting him is a lost cause, he seems to be laser focused on one toad in particular. Said toad seems to notice that Dom's eyes had now fallen upon him, and he gives a panicked croak as he turns and tries to flee. To no avail, however, as Dom reaches down with a hefty paw and grabs him by the back of the neck. "Glurg! ERG DAL GLOG!" Dom croaks in a very toadlike manner, but with enough of his own deep voice in there to make the odd words sound more intimidating. He lifts the toad...who seemingly had been the one who stood on the high platform during Dom's fights...and leans forward, taking a nice sized bite out of the side of his neck. Jerking his head to the side, he tears the toad practically in two using his paws as well, letting the corpse drop to the ground. Stepping on it, Dom continues onwards, following after fleeing toads instead of heading in the other direction with his comrades.

Everything is going up in flames, and those fires reflect in Isla's eyes as she turns her horrified gaze back onto the village as she flees it. A wordless nod answers Terrence, her teeth gritted so hard that she can feel the tension headache building. She drops the spear without a word and takes the hatcheStick behind. Get respite. Look present as she dissociates further from the reality of the situation - which is due in part to trauma, and in greater part to the infection that has been brewing in her blood the past few days. The recruit is not in great shape, so looking up in time to see - from a distance - what Dom is doing, further pales the pink skin beneath her fur. "I'd like t'formally request a leave of absence." She informs Terrence, voice devoid of any emotion - which is a tell in and of itself.

Varus catches sight of Dom passing, as do the toads the veterans are fighting with, tooth and nail. The toads start to scatter, but Varus stands his ground, as do a couple of his comrades. The rest figure it's best not to cross the crazed-looking hare, but the Major is not easily cowed. "PRIVATE DOMINIK. TURN AROUND 'N' RETREAT! THAT'S AN ORDAH!" The flames are leaping skyward, turning the surroundings into a hot, hellish landscape. It's fully out of control now, and even the marsh is burning. Retreat is the only true option left, but Varus is stubborn. "I'M GIVIN' YOU AN ORDAH, PRIVATE! NOW!" He knows it's a losing proposition.

The corporal looks her over with a frown. "Afraid I'm not the one you should go to for that, wot!" He guts a toad, though their onslaught, at least against the rescue party, is lessening - especially with how Erg the Destroyer is ploughing through them like grass. Terrence spares another glance at Isla, this time letting a little concern creep into his voice. "Look, once we-" He sticks an amphibian, its blood spraying out. "-get back, you can! You don't look so good, wot." As the swamp goes up in flame, the corporal looks around wildly, letting out another curse even as the major's orders ring out. "You heard him! BACK, NOW!"

Dominik,despite the growing heat from the surrounding flames and the shouted orders from his superior officers, comes to a stop where he is standing, his back to the group. Toads continue to flee all around him, heading into the burning marshes to certain death either in the bogs or by the fire itself, and Dom seems to know this as he lets a few of them go without feeling the wrath of his two wooden cage bars. Paws gripping the bars tightly, the hulking hare grits his teeth, and he half-turns to look back at the other Patrollers, namely Varus. The look within his eyes is frightening and unlike any version of him that the older hare had seen before...steely, cold and absolutely unrelenting. The toadblood upon his face coupled with the light from the fire does not help him look any less terrifying. "Not Dominik," he booms out. "Erg." He then turns back around and follows after the fleeing toads into the marshes beyond the village. The screams and croaks of the toads can be heard in the direction that the hare had taken, his fury being taken out on them even as they flee. No one would be spared.

As long as orders continue to be 'get out of there', Isla is happy to follow them. But something about Dominik is genuinely terrifying - there's a loose danger to his actions that seems more unhinged than she expected coming from training and discipline. There's something else there, or something missing, and she doesn't like it either way. She wants to go home. Isla nods vacantly to Terrence's answer, her grip tightening on her hatchet as she raises it to rest in a defensive stance. "Did Private Dominik just defect?"

Varus had expected that response. Unlike many of the younger hares, he's seen that look before. That madness. He's had subordinates succumb to it in the past... And not all recovered. Dominik is a lost cause. The three elder hares who stood with him to stare down the unhinged Private watch Varus, wordlessly, as if awaiting an order. Time almost seems to stop, in fact, as the old hare seems to be frozen, in place, watching one of his most promising soldiers disappear into the flames and smoke. "R-right..." he falters, something rather out of character for the Major, but he'd dared to let himself become overconfident. "Right chaps... Let's get the 'ell outta here..." The fact that he cursed is telling, too. The toads are all either dead, fleeing, or too demoralized to put up a fight. The fight on his end is over.

"No...I don't think so." Terrence slowly responds, eyes now on the self proclaimed 'Erg' and Varus. "Leastways not to the toads, it seems, wot." He winces as another shriek comes from Dom's direction. By now, most toads around the rescue party are dead or fleeing, too. Soon, the corporal turns away from the AWOL private and his victims (and the major), facing the recruit with sympathetic look. "Isla! Don't worry about Dom anymore! That's not for you to deal with, wot, and that's an ordah! Now, come on - I really don't like how your arm looks, wot!" Starting to jog alongside the others as they retreat, the corporal waves Isla to follow. "Sooner we get back the better, wot, and we need the healers to have a look at you."

Her arm looks bad - and the rest of her isn't too great, either. Isla gives another tired nod. "Yes, Corporal." She agrees, trotting to keep up. "I'll be 'appy to put this place behind me." Will they look for Dominik - or, 'Erg' now, as he seems to prefer? She can't know, and only distantly does she care - her spear pierces flesh with a wet, squealch. It's so much easier than it should have been - just sacks of water... But no, she's not holding a spear. Isla gives a shake of her head. The show must go on - you can't be focused on the performances of the past. "Yes." She agrees again, though it isn't clear to what, as she hastens to stay with the group. She's happy to put this place behind her.

Varus gathers his wits, and sighs, shaking his head. He trudges over to join the other group, counting heads. Amazingly, it looks like none of the hares that took part in the rescue were killed, though there are injuries to be found. The Major himself is sporting a nasty cut to his left shoulder that he doesn't even seem to realize yet. But that can be taken care of later. "Isla, Nilear, Felicity... We got Zolomon, too... But wot about Private Konner?" He resolutely marches away from the flames, which are akin to an inferno now, as pockets of swamp gas ignite and help the fire to spread. It is likely that the entire marsh could burn before all is said and done...

Glancing at her again at the second 'yes', a brief look of confusion plays out on Terrence's face as he runs. Though he quickly goes back to the task at hand: avoiding the spouts of flame that keep popping up in their way - the hare already has quite the singe from one he nearly stepped in. He can ask the recruit about the matter when they get back safe and sound (and once she's seen a few healers). "Come on, Isla, gotta keep moving!" The corporal slows to better match her pace and to ease the strain on his burn. "We'll all be glad to be rid of this sinkhole, let me tell you, wot." He raises his head to look over at the major, hearing his words. "Isla - was Konner with you lot?"

"Zolomon made it?" The news brightens the recruit, but the question which follows it sets her face to a deepening frown. "Nilear, Zolomon, Dominik, an' Felicity were with us, sah." Isla answers Varus, anxiety arching into her tone with a nervous glance to Terrence as he slows to match her pace. "I haven't seen Konnor since we were still tryin' ta complete Serge's course." A spout of flame earns a wince. It means there are only a few places the buck could be - and if he were safe at the mountain, it's likely that some news would have reached her superiors about it. "'E wasn't with us."

Varus dares to glance back the flames behind them, as they continue their strategic retreat. "Well, if 'e's out 'ere... We'll find 'im... Eventually." Likely dead. "Come on, you lot... Pick up th' pace! This whole swamp'll be in flames by mornin'! 'Op to it!"

"I see." Terrence doesn't say much more on the matter, thinking back to that ill begotten day. He certainly isn't going to tell the major at this moment - besides, Varus has more than likely guessed the private's probable fate, and the state they will find Konner in. In an attempt to distract Isla from this, however, he says in a more comforting manner, "Yes, Zolomon made it back - he's safe at the mountain now, wot, recovering. Dom - well, ''Erg'' - helped him fake his death, or so he said, wot." The corporal dances around another burst of fire with a curse, reaching out a paw to try and stop Isla from stepping near it. "Yes, Sah!"

She will learn of it, eventually. Until then, Isla is going to need some time to process what has happened... And to deal with the infection slowly chewing its way through her. It's going to be a rough few days, with or without the news of Konnor's demise. Had he been the one to holler at her? No, no that was someone else... It's all very muddled in her head. "Yessah!" She parrots, jolting at the sudden barrier Terrence creates. "Thanks." She nods, following. It's time to go home.

In the distance behind the retreating hares, the Toad village is one larger inferno amidst several smaller ones caused by peat and swamp gas. The hares have by now managed to mostly outrun the flames. Dominik, or Erg, as he chose to be called, is lost, for now, as are several recruits. This training exercise was an unmitigated disaster... But many hares showed valor in the field. There are sure to be lasting repercussions from this day.

== Aftermath ==
;A day or so after the rescue...
[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1381| Originally posted by Ol'random]

:''Note: Rct. I. Muir's debriefing following her rescue.''

She'd been given the speech, of course. How things change when you slay a beast for the first time, how that feeling never truly goes away - she had tucked the talk away in the back of her mind. Another boring lecture by the healers, another concept that seemed too abstract. Too future. But that wasn't how it went, was it? Isla wasn't quite ready to kill a beast as a recruit, but it is what it is, and she's going to deal with that. The more immediate issue, however, is the cold sweats keeping her up through the night as the wound on her arm festers. She awake with a flail in the makeshift medical tent, not quite sure where she is for a moment, eyes wide. That's right... They escaped, and were rescued - she can start treating it all as a bad dream, now. Right? She's sick, sicker than she thought she would be from sch a small wound - but it was nasty conditions. "Water?" Her voice is dry and raspy, it sounds foreign to her, but she sits up on the little cot, squinting at the light streaming through the sides of the little tent.

Terrence, who had been snoring outside the tent, exhausted, jerks awake at the noise, and, while rubbing sleep from his eyes, gets up. The corporal glances around, confused for a moment. "Ah- right." He mutters to himself, recalling where he was and why. Opening the tent flap, he pokes his head in to check on the recruit, and, seeing her at least somewhat awake, says, "Hello there, Isla. How're you holding up, wot?"

"Feels like I got a badger on m'chest." The recruit blinks, blearily. Winter looms on the not-so-distant horizon, but she feels like she's on fire. Her arm has been cleaned and wrapped, but she can feel it throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat beneath the bandages. "An' like a family'a jellyfish took up residence in me arm." She lifts the bandaged appendage, frowning at it. "Did... They find Private Kassimir?" She asks, idly scratching at her arm and the mess of ooze that she knows it to be beneath the wrapping. Gross.

There's a pause as the corporal tries to match the name to a face. "...No," Terrence begins, quietly, "No, they haven't. Dom's still out there, somewhere, wot." He enters the tent fully now, sitting nearby the cot. "I say, you look like it, recruit. I can't imagine you'll feel any better 'till we get you back to the mountain and out of the field, wot."

There's a nod - she expected that. She watched the madness take Dominik, and there's something other than grief that unknots in her chest. Is it relief? Is she afraid of the private? "Was just a little..." She looks like she's about to say 'cut', but it doesn't match the wound. "...Flaying." Isla chuckles instead, chuckling. "Didn't think it'd set th'rest a'me on fire, wot." She rubs at one of her eyes, her head swimming. "Mountain sounds nice. A week at th'Tavern sounds even better." What young Patrol hare doesn't want some shore leave to flirt with the barmaids? "An' Zolomon an' the corporal an' Nilear made it back?"

"Yes, yes they did." Terrence says, looking her over. "Like fire you say? Have you told the healers, wot- it may well be far worse than you say, you know. And..." The corporal takes in a deep breath, looking down at his lap while wringing his paws. "Pvt. Konner is missing as well."

There's a slow nod as Isla digests that knowledge. "Think I yelled at 'im last we spoke." She finally sighs, then gives a shrug. Not for the first time, she finds herself doubting whether she made the right decision in coming here - but it's too late for that, now. She pushes away the thought. "Healers say s'an infection. Bloody nasty one, didn't have nothin' t'cover th'wound with, sat in mud an' muck fer a few days. Suppose I'm luck t'have th'thing at all, eh?" Her tone is joking, but there's obvious distress hidden in it. "Suppose I owe th'rest of you lot a thanks fer comin' t'fish us outta th'swamp. That typical for a trainin' exercise?"

"No need to thank us, wot." With a grim smile, Terrence looks her in the eye. "It was nothing typical- the entire thing's been a right ol' disaster, wot, leastways if you ask me. You and the others should never have been caught in the first place, and we should have paid more attention to the toads, and because of that, it's our fault all this happened, not yours and the others." The corporal's leans back, his face a look of visible concern. "And don't go beating yourself up about Konner, wot. It won't do any good now."

"Right." Isla nods, though whether or not she internalizes the corporal's words remains unsaid. "Right." She repeats, instead, easing back on her cot once more. Sitting up has become a chore, and she can feel her body begin to fight back against her and the wound. "I'll be chuckin' m'guts now, Corporal. If ya don't wish t'see, ya might want ta..." She can't finish her warning and suggestion, and turns to the other side of the bed. There's a bucket there for precisely this reason - it's going to be a long day.

Terrence blanches as the recruit upchucks, standing quickly. "Well, erm, right then." His eyes snap closed as the sounds reaches him, and he quickly bows out of the tent. "I do hope you feel better, wot wot, but I need to go!"

= Section II: Interlude =
The Long Patrol, still stinging from the loss of PVT D.A. Kasimir & RCT K.D. Attenborough, returned to the Mountain to regroup and prepare their retrieval of the remaining lost hares.

== "When I stop bein' able tah feel the ends of my ears..." ==
'''A week or so after the 'incident' in the marshes was concluded...'''

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1386| Originally posted by Ol'random]

:''Note: An account of hares enjoying leave following the previous mission.''

The gardens were practically bare the time of year and there was a cold breeze in the air. A few hares were working here and there to finish harvesting everything and tidying the place up for winter though. Greg was off duty and sat on a bench carved in to the mountainside. He was just sitting and thinking in one of the few quiet spots the mountain offered.

Cera is out here helping, grumbling a little the past hour she been out here. She finally gets a chance to sit off to the side, though may be cause they are getting annoyed by her, still a few moments rest is good.

Gregorian has been listening for a while. He's not helping with the task but it's hard to ignore trouble brewing. He sighs quietly to himself before raising his voice now she's sat closer. "Problems with ordahs again private?"

Cera looks over at Gregorian and starts to complain but thinks better of it. She takes a deep breath. "No... sur... it's just tiring and its almost done anywhere, also why check around and make sure the ground is okay for something a season or two down the road?"

Gregorian sighs louder and rests back on his seat, slouching a bit at the question but his answer sounds a little sad. "Because two seasons from now we could be undah siege, laid gown by plague, marchin' tah war or just too darn busy for weedin'. We have peace right now. Peace is for healin' and farmin'."

Cera frowns at the word siege. "Who could even freaking do much ta here." She then thinks "Sorry sur... just," She understands, she does... she wasn't in the patrol long when they went off to the abbey but she was chosen as she is good with battle wounds and knew a lot on healing arts, she also was good at tracking and hiding, so she was sort of a scout also. Maybe that's how she survived the ambush on the base camp, or the most part, she knew how to hide well and lay vey still in the ditch, she did pass out after couple couple hours yes but she could of easily been found by an enemy and finished off, she wasn't. "I... understand... gotta be ready for what ever comes or doesn't... come."

Gregorian snorts and looks amused. "Ha! We got taken ovah back when I was a recruit. They had us out on a trainin' exercise and some vermin took the place while we were gone. We had tah sneak back in and retake it." there's a little smile for the old glory days, "Vermin will nevah know all the secrets in this place but that doesn't mean they wouldn't love tah have it."

Cera frowns. "Who was badger Lord then?" She is curious, she is quiet before speaking, "I am... sorry for my short temper at times... sur... guess being alone for a while does that. I even yelled at someone for not trying to find me... when they had tried to find me... and... I..." She let's a tear fall. "Didn't know... figured no one cared when... no one showed up and that they all left me behind, they dint do it on purpose but at the time I thought... they did."

Gregorian shakes his head. "We didn't have one then. It was years before we had anothah badgah lord. Colonel Zoe-Lang was in charge in those days." he looks thoughtful through her apology before nodding slowly. "We always look out for each othah. Every membah of the patrol who goes out we try tah bring home...but sometimes they don't and we can't always prevent that." He's currently sat out on one of the benches.

Felicity is so happy to be back home! She's been spending as much time as possible with her baby sister, but now one last bit of duty calls, and so she had come out to the gardens to fill out one last piece of paperwork. All the correct people have her reports, it's just one more thing. But, alas, winter is here, and so are other beasts. The Corporal sighs and sits on a ledge, hoping she'll be able to concentrate while not losing feeling in her fingers.

Away up the path another corporal wonders down, holding in his paw a paper or two. Terrence's injuries have healed, for the most part - his jaw is still bruised though its faded from the vivid blacks and blues to a dull yellow. The stitches are gone too, which is a plus, but a scar is left on his face. As he slowly makes his way, he can be heard muttering to himself, "Fishbone... Maybe?" Gingerly rubbing his lower face were two teeth are absent, he scrunches his face. "Bird's a bit too weak, wot..." He stops, realizing the garden has far more hares around than the seasons should allow, though he gives a wave to Felicity and the others, not yet seeing the sarge and healer clearly.

Zolomon walks into the area slowly and stops by the top of the path and sits on a bench there quietly. Some fresh air was always good he had decided. He was still sore in a couple places but healing.

Cera nods. She notices the others but doesn't say anything as she is not much of the talking to a lot type, she is talking to Greg right now as she nods. "I..I know and it was explained by his Lordship.." She frowns, yeah that talk could of gone a lot worse than it did. "I was put down as missing in action... well till I wandered back here and guess gonna get use to things here again, and hopefully no more surprises whether it's toads or wot ever."

This is the problem with the mountain having only a few select quiet places to sit alone in. Sometimes everyone has the same idea. Gregg has a bench claimed around the middle of the gardens. It's the one with the best view and a little sheltered from the cold wind, he had to claim it early. He notices the others fairly quickly, his ears twitching as he picks up on them. "Hrm. Hares returnin' aftah bein' missin' for so long is often the dream. There will always be surprises but we'll prepare for wotevah it may be as best we can." he leans out of his seat a bit to nod to those he can see. "Corporals. Hidin' out for a spot of quiet papah work?" he hasn't spotted Zolomon yet.

Felicity looks up, rubbing at the healing cut about her left eye. "Aye, sah. M'last little bit for th'moment. Are y'enjoyin' the balmy weathah?" she jokes. Spying her fellow Corporal and fellow Runner, she waves to them both. "Looks like we all decided t'come out 'ere and not be bothahed by anybeast."

"Yes, it seems we have." Terrence pulls his overcoat closer to him, looking up at the sky. "We might not be bothered by any beast, wot, but that bloody wind..." Setting himself down on a nearby ledge with a small grin, the corporal raises his paw in greeting to Greg. "No, sarge, leastways not me! Just something personal, wot." He calls, leaning back to rest against a stone.

Zolomon starts to speak quietly but decides to just slip back inside, seems he is still feeling a bit blah and sore.

Cera nods, "I... suppose sur. I am glad to be home... even if seem to be making most unhappy and grumpy lately." Then she is a little unhappy. "I can stay outside a little while longer, right sur?" Her room is boring after all and she is on like house arrest for backtalking a couple higher ups.

Gregorian hehs at Felicity's and Terrence's words about the weather. "I work in the forge, the breeze is a welcome break. When I stop bein' able tah feel the ends of my ears I'll get back tah work." he nods to Cera's question, "If yah don't have ordahs tah be somewhere else yah can stay for now."

Felicity shrugs, then spots Cera. Smiling, she waves at her fellow haremaid, then glances at Terrence as she returns to her paperwork. "Well, I 'ope th'garden can 'elp y'with whotevah y'came out 'ere for, wot!"

With a nod, Terrence pushes himself off the rock. "Thanks." A pause, then, "Actually, sarge!" The corporal leans forward to look down at his superior (and spare a glance at Cera), "With you being a smith and all that, do you think fishbone could work for a fake tooth or two, wot?" He gives a sheepish smile to Felicity. "Honestly I came out here to think, wot, but seems I need a few opinions on these," he raises a paw to his face, "First."

Cera says, "It's nice in the garden... usually anyways... guess not many will come here till spring now... well maybe to get things ready for spring."

Gregorian ears perk at Terrence's question and he looks thoughtful. "Hmm...I can't say that I've done it before. Gold, silvah, that sort of thing I've seen, mostly around the sailahs... It might be doable with a big enough bit of bone tah shape." he's started the smith thinking now and that usually leads to research.

Felicity smiles, then goes back to her paperwork. It's not much, but it does require the Runner to not be constantly bombarded by the 100 zillion questions her baby sister is always asking. She seems to be getting through it quickly.

"Oh?" With eyebrows raised, Terrence says, "I did think 'bout the gold and silver, sah, but I daresay that's a bit too much for my pocketbook at the moment, wot." Absent-mindedly rubbing the area, he adds, "Maybe a big ol'salmon or wot not... To be blunt, I don't want to look like a searat if at all possible, sah."

Gregorian chuckles at Terrence's concerns. "I can undahstand yah concerns. Plus think of wot the recruits will call yah if yah end up an officah above them. I'll raid the kitchen for some bone and do a couple of practice runs but if searats can do it we can do it bettah."

Felicity is almost done with her paperwork! Yay! She glances up, chuckling. "Oh, come on! Y'don't want t'look like a rough, seafarin' beast?" she jokes. Then, after adding, "I've 'eard o'woodlander-type sailahs 'avin' gold teeth. Nice an' 'onourable beasts they were, too, as far as the 'istories say," she returns to her work to finish it.

Dipping his head to the sergeant, Terrence replies, "Thanks, sarge. Really, thank you. Chewing's become somewhat of a chore now, wot!" With a rueful chuckle, the corporal shifts from were he's sitting against the rock to more open space, lying back onto flat ground to look up at the cold sky. "Well, if I have to find another profession, maybe I would, wot." he mutters to Felicity, legs dangling off the ledge, "Be that as it may, it's still a bit too flashy and all that for me."

Cera is now curious. "Who would want a tooth of gold? Sounds like a fight waiting ta happen, ya know get punched in de face, cause of gold."

Gregorian strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Yah know I'd been makin' jewelry on the side all these years, maybe I should have been doin' teeth. The amount of seabeast yah see with them or just missin' them there's clearly a demand, nevah mind all the patrol gettin' in tah fights...maybe I should have bought that forge in Halyard." his mind's off on a trail.

Felicity finishes her paperwork just in time to hear Cera's remark, at which she bursts out laughing. After a few minutes, she quiets down enough to hear Greg's musings, and then she gives Terrence a look. "Oh, now y'got 'im thinkin' 'bout who knows whot!" she tells him half-jokingly. "We might lose our smith! Good thing 'is Lordship c'n forge things, wot!"

"Astute observation there, Cera." Terrence says with a dry laugh. Then, raising his head to look down at the healer and sarge, he adds, "And well, sah, daresay I've got a demand for two right now here in the patrol, wot!" Glancing at Felicity, he gives her a cheeky grin. "Maybe I have or maybe I haven't, wot - though I doubt our good sarge would run off so easily at the first chance of gold, wot. Besides, I'd bet at least ''half'' the sailers he'd work for would cheat him, eh, wot wot?"

"Yah'll pry me out of that forge when I'm dead and dust and not a minute before." Greg says very firmly to the idea of him leaving though he still looks like he's thinking "...It would just be a second forge... for the holidays. Heh. Debt collectin' on sailahs sounds like fun."

Cera smiles, she can get along with her fellow hares after all it seems. "Halyard is... sometimes fairly rough."

Felicity grins. "Oh, I c'n just see it now, wot! Ovah th' 'olidays, Greg goes out, makes a bunch o' teeth, then knocks 'em outta their ownah's mouths because they nevah paid 'im. That would be int'restin' t'watch, I dare say, Sah." She laughs, then sobers up some. "Aye, 'Alyard can be pretty rough. But if y'stay alert, go with a group, an' try t'make some friends from th'vermin who aren't tryin' t'kill y'just because ye're a 'are, you'll be fine. An' the Sargeant 'ere would be doubly fine. Saw 'im fightin' in battle durin' the rescue, an' I for 1 don't want to make 'im mad." Her paperwork is all done, she has lots of words now!

Terrence sits up, adjusting his coat again. "I might not put it past the dear sarge to knock some real teeth out so you have more customers." The wide smile he has on his face shows the two lower teeth he's missing. "Never did say we had to worry 'bout him, wot." He spares a glance at Felicity now that she's finished, and he turns towards her. "Say, Felicity...eh." He bites his recently healed lip with a wince, before taking a deep breath and saying with a slight grin, "Do you happen to have free time anytime soon, wot?"

Gregorian chuckles at Felicity. "Flattery will get yah nowhere corporal and that is a terrible suggestion tah drum up business Terrence...Though I could team up with the tavern. They provide the bar fights, I deal with the aftahmath."

Felicity laughs at the smith's words, then turns to Terrence. However, before she can answer, screams and angry shouts can be heard. A blur darts past them, distantly followed by a heaving, red-faced leveret caretaker. "Felicity! Your sister--" "Nyah, nyah, can'ts catch me!" Julia sticks her tongue out at the caretaker, then bolts off deeper into the garden. The Runner leaps up as the caretaker charges off after the Dibbun. "Ohmigoodniss, I 'ave t'go. I'll talk t'y'latah, Terrence!" Grabbing her paperwork and stuffing in and her pencil into her pocket, she takes off after her baby sister. Because family work is never done.

With a wry laugh at either himself or luck, Terrence lets himself fall onto his back, gazing up at the clouds. "Well, sarge, well...that happened." Chuckling still, he remains were he is.

Gregorian waves a paw to bid goodbye to Felicity and then looks back at Terrence as he seems to have collapsed himself. It doesn't take much for the Sargent to jump to conclusions and tilt his head meaningfully in the direction Felicity went. "Yah and her?"

"Eh, I'd hope that might be something I can say yes to, at the very least, sarge." Terrence says, staying on his back. Letting out a sigh, he adds, "But it certainly isn't anything at the moment, wot!" Finally, the corporal sits up, his paw on his jaw again. "Well, sah," He's trying to change the subject now, "I say if you can manage a tooth for me I'd be quite grateful, wot."

Gregorian hrms and rests back in his seat. "I forget if there was a thing with her and Zolomon. Seems tah be the favourite belle of the ball...but that doe's life is her family, or more precisely her sistah. Sweet dibbun, though Grace doesn't seem tah like her...package deal though as they say." he mostly sounds like he's rambling but there might something to it. He's thinking again before the talk of teeth finally catches his brain and he snaps out of it. "Hm? Yes. Should be workable. Which ones did yah lose?"

"Well, I've been around the mountain long enough to know what Julia's done. And that her sister'll do anything for her." Terrence says with a shrug. "Anyways, well, its these two." He goes to cautiously pull his lip down as he opens his mouth. His left canine and the tooth beneath it are gone. "Suppose I got lucky with the rock not hitting me higher up, eh, wot?"

Gregorian doesn't venture more on the topic of does and instead bends forwards to inspect the toothless gap before feeling out the spot in his own mouth with his tongue as he thinks. "Well it's not somethin' I've done before. Not sure if the healahs have evah dabbled with it. We'll get yah back tah yah dazzlin' smile again though. Certainly bettah it hit yah there than take out an eye or somethin'."

With a slight grin Terrence leans back once the inspection is done. "Maybe, but I did find an old report of a lieutenant having a wooden tooth -that was around the seasons my ol'hare was born, though, wot. Besides, if searats can manage it, I'm certain you can at the very least attempt it, sah!"

Gregorian digs out a little bit of parchment and charcoal and scribbles down a few notes on it for later. "Leave it with me, I'll look intah it. If I made myself a foot a few teeth should be a simple task. I don't think they'll have me runnin' any more trainin' exercises for a long time tah come so I should have the time."

"Ah. Yes." Terrence awkwardly shifts his feet. "Perhaps thats true, sah. But thank you for this. I doubt the gap between now and your next exercise will be ''too'' long, wot."

Gregorian shakes his head. "Best tah leave it tah the highah ups that know wot they're doin'... With a bit of luck the recruits will progress soon anyway. We'll have some more privates, trained and ready for the next lot or wotevah comes next."

Terrence, nodding, stands, brushing himself off. "Well, I don't know what to say 'bout the state of our privates and recruits, sah, but anyway," the corporal tightens his coat, shivering, "It's getting bloody cold out, wot! I'll need to head inside before my ears fall right off, so if you'll excuse me..." He makes his way through terraces to the entrance inside, offering a wave of farewell as he does so.

== Promotions within the Second Division ==
'''Location: Recreation Room, Salamandastron'''

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1389| Originally posted by Lutea]

:''Note: SGT G.F. Harthwill, CPL T.W.H. Cadwallader, & PFC Z.A.G. Anderson were promoted to the ranks of Lieutenant, Sergeant, & Corporal, respectively.''

The Mountain has been busy since the wayward little swamplings returned. Major Tottheim has been swamped with paperwork ranging from 'missing beasts' to 'hurt paws' - all in all, it hasn't been fun, but it could have been worse. It could have been a ''whole'' lot worse - and, in the end, the shores will be just a little bit safer from toad attacks for the next few seasons. Until they start cultivating their clutches once more - but they should have a newfound respect, or fear, of their furry neighbors. It's made a few things apparent, however, so even on her own break, Jinora is laden with scrolls and ledgers. "Hot toddy." She grunts, depositing them all on the countertop and dropping into her seat with a groan.

A little way down the counter Terrence sits, out of uniform and enjoying his first day off in goodness knows how long. Taking a long sip from his glass, the corporal glances over at the new arrival, dipping his head. "Majah." His eyes fall on the pile of paper with a sympathetic look on his face. "I suppose it is, Sah - though I can't imagine we'll have any more hot days after this for a awhile yet, wot."

There's a moment of confusion as Jinora squints at Terrence - the crease in her brow deepening as she tries to parse together what he's talking about... And then she lets out a bark of laughter. "Hoi, m'accent isn't that thick, Corporal. Hot toddy - s'a drink. Ya look like you could use one." She holds up two claws at the 'tender, earning a nod. Another mug is set beside the kettle, smoke just beginning to curl from its spout. "Looks like yah've finally earned yerself a day in yer civvies, wot?"

"Oh. ''Oh."'' Mortified, Terrence downs his drink, muttering quietly, "Sorry about that, majah." He waves vaguely towards the bar, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the countertop. "Don't know much about drinks and all this. And indeed I did, wot. Technically I was supposed to have one when I got back from the swamp, but, well, that was delayed till now."

There's another laugh as Jinora shakes her head. "Don't look so downtrodden, we can't all be as cultured as a Halyard alcoholic." The screech of a kettle sets the bartender into a new flurry of motion - mixing, adding, stirring. But the major just turns to study the corporal. "Swamp, aye, wanted t'talk to ya about that, actually. From what I've heard, ya stepped up an' handled th'whole mess with professionalism an'initiative. Battle plans t'execution - s'wot we're lookin' fer, these days. It's in short supply." She gives a snort, gesturing to her own uniform. She's only in the position that she is because of the massive losses - but the young Major does try.

Terrence gives a little chuckle of his own, raising his now empty glass to examine it. "I suppose so." His ears perk when the conversation turns fully to the recent incident, and the corporal turns on his stool to facet major, keeping an elbow on the counter. "Er, thank you, sah." There's a bit of uncertainty in his voice. "And if you don't mind me saying so, everything's been in short supply 'round here, leastways so it seems to me, wot."

"Aye, it's a mile-wide hole tha' th'Patrol is tryin' t'fill with a single shovel an' even less dirt." Major Tottheim fishes a paw through her mound of scrolls, and finally manages to pluck free the one she was looking for. It bears the wax seal of the Brigadier. "Report t'uniforms first thing in th'mornin' t'pick up yer shovel, Sergeant. An' enjoy yer day off, ya likely won't get another one fer awhile."

There's a moment or so in which Terrence's face is one of confusion as his eyes fall on the Brigadier's seal, the major's words not yet setting in. Then, ''"Oh!'' Yes sah, of course!" The former corporal starts to raise his paw in a salute but catches himself - he's not in uniform. The surprised expression he has is short lived, and he laughs. "I will be sure to enjoy today, majah. Don't worry about that, wot! And, well, thank you."

There's another laugh as a pair of steaming mugs are delivered. Hot toddies! "Yah won't be thankin' me after tomorrow, so make sure ye celebrate while ya can." She raises her own mug towards him, her free paw moving to tick two claws against her forehead in an informal salute. "To yer success, Sergeant. An', most importantly, yer sanity. May ya keep it as long as ya bloody well can."

"Ah, yes. To my sanity." Terrence takes the offered mug, raising it himself. "I do hope so, wot." A rather grim chuckle escapes the new sergeant as he looks down at his lap. "I've heard any rank above corporal is taxing, to say the least - but I'm sure you know more about that than I, eh, majah?" He takes a long draft of the steaming mug.

"S'not a secret that I was only promoted t'this spot because of necessity. I was only an LT - an' had only been tha' for less than a month when th'battle hit. We do what we need ta - but I'm proud t'say that yer here 'cause ya earned it. Th'records reflect that, as do yer recommendations." She takes a drink as well, but a smile returns to a now foam-mustached muzzle. "Hares are versatile by nature though, wot. I've no doubts that ye'll grow t'fit any position we put ya in." As if on cue, a recruit comes bustling in the door, out of breath. "M-Majah T-Tottheim yer req-requested in... In..." Jinora gives a groan and waves the recruit off. "At ease, I know what she bloody well wants. Watch me stuff, will ya?" She gives the recruit a pat on the shoulder. "Catch yer breath an' get a drink, that's my ordahs to ya." With a little wave, the Major hurries out, pausing in the doorway with a cheery: "Bright an' early, Sergeant!"

'''Later that Day...'''

Terrence waves to the PFC, scroll in paw. "Hullo there, Zolomon." He pauses were he now stands in the middle of the room, looking back at the bar and debating wether or not to get another drink. He too is out of uniform.

Zolomon waves "Hallo sur... I am not yet back on duty, think in a couple days I am"

Gregorian appears for a well earned drink after trying to teach a few recruits how to work the forge. He still has a bit of soot smudge on his paws and cheek and a few curled whiskers for his work "Terrence. Havin' a day at the bar free from responsibility?" he greets on his was in the door, noting the lack of uniform. A nod is provided to Zolomon too "Zol. Lookin' more life like tahday"

More uniforms, more scrolls - Jinora is to her teeth in it, today. "Just where I left ya." She greets, not the hares, but the pile of her belongings that remains on the countertop of the bar. Right where she left them. Scooping the existing scrolls into her bag, the Major pauses, turning to eye the hares gathered as if seeing them for the first time. "Just th'scuts I was hopin' t'see wanderin' about. Private Zolomon, Sarg." She greets Greg, and with a smile, another nod to Terrance as well. "Sarg." She repeats. "Good t'see everybeast on their paws again."

Terrence, almost correcting Zolomon for the use of sir, stops himself and offers a light smile. "Neither am I, private." He turns when Greg enters, offering a small wave to the sergeant. "Sa-Eh." He bites his tongue, looking down sheepishly. "I am, wot. Last free day for a while, I bet, too." When the major comes in again, he nods, saying, "Sah."

Gregorian offers a quick salute when Jin appears "Marm" he greets in return before raising an eyebrow at that extra Sarg. that he picks up on. He eyes Terrence before chuckling deeply "I figured it wouldn't be long before yah were out for my job"

"More congrats are in ordah, troops." Jinora sighs, plucking the two scrolls from beneath her arm and offering them out to Greg and Zolomon in turn. "Or condolences, dependin' on yer point'a view. Private First Class Anderson, yer t'report t'my division effective immediately. It would seem that I am out a Corporal, ye'll be fillin' that spot. An' Sergeant Harthwill, mah paws are full as tis. Afraid there's not much ceremony t'sit on, but I'm needin' an LT wot can do half mah work." She gives Greg a rueful little grin, like he hadn't been doing that already.

"Don't worry about that sarge- sah!" Terrence replies with a chuckle of his own, having not saluted due to that previously not being in uniform. "Anyway, I daresay you don't have to worry about that, wot. I'll have to be at least twice my age to even try to rival you, especially now, lieutenant. And," He adds, leaning against a nearby chair with a look of surprise lingering on his face, "Congratulations to the both of you, wot!"

Zolomon nods, he was listening as he took the scroll, at first a frown "Your division? Ummmokay..." He stops speaking as he blinks, wot did she just say, maybe having one ear is messing up his hearing as he just sort of stares at her, quickly looks at the scroll, a blink and he reads it again and looks at her... the scroll... and... okay maybe she just broke the poor hare as he is silence a long while then "Umm... of course, of course"

Gregorian is prepared for the worst. He basically blamed himself in his report about the toads incident and was half expecting some sort of 'Wouldn't it be better if you retired again' talk. He's taken by surprise with a promotion instead. He cautiously takes the letter and actually skims over it before he finally chuckles, a little grin appearing "Just when I'd worn the uniform in all comfortably" he suddenly looks back at Jin with a smirk "Yah still do half..." he stops because something tells him not to joke and talk back to superior officers in front of everyone when you've just been promoted. He salutes instead "Thank yah marm" another chuckle and he glances to Terrence "Well yah caught up in rank for a good five minutes at least" he tilts his head at Zolomon's shock before laughing and heading for the bar "I think that's a good enough excuse for drinks all round"

"S'been a mad dash, but... Well, when th'unexpected turned plans on their 'eads, you lot stepped up an'made the best outta th'worst situation. Only reason we got as many back as we did is 'cause of you lot. Ranks as thin as they are, we're tryin' t'build th'best Patrol we can - but we'd be lost without all three'a yah; if we had ten hares or a hundred t'pick from, it'd still be you lot. So! Celebrate tonight, an' report t'uniforms in th'mornin'." With a curt nod, Jinora turns on the heel of her boot. "But don't celebrate ''too'' much! I don't like a sloppy Patrol!" Her smirk betrays the joke in her voice as she takes her leave. "Have an extra one fer me."

Zolomon smiles at this and nods, well he can deal with an extra day off, wait he may of lost a day... but thats okay as he smiles again"

Giving a raised eyebrow to the new corporal, Terrence doesn't say much beyond the congratulations to Zolomon, having not interacted with him on many occasions (with what little times they have not leaving much of an impression on the bespectacled hare). However, to Greg, he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck as he says, "Indeed I did, sah - was 'bout to ask if I could call you Greg, sah!" He laughs more fully now. As the major leaves, the sergeant calls after her, "Of course, sah! I've already had two." He turns back to the bar, "But I could still go for one more, wot wot."

Gregorian just grins a bit at the Major's little speech before she has to dash off. He chuckles quietly at the last bits though "Long gone are the days of ovah celebratin'" he does at least buy the drinks for himself and the others though "Come on corporal. Snap to it before a recruit sees yah grinnin' like a loon and nevah lets yah forget it" he laughs, not really serious about it. He sits himself on a barstool as his drink is fetched "Such a pity yah nevah got the chance tah ask" he says to Terrence "But, bein' off duty I'd say yah could all the same"

Zolomon nods quickly and straightens up. He nods "Course sur... surs..." He goes to finish his drink and chuckles "I will ahve to get use to paperwork now as will likely have more of it"

"But the question remains are ''you'' off duty, Lieutenant?" Terrence plops himself down on the stool next Greg with a cheeky grin, grabbing one of the glasses and taking a swig from it. ''"Corporal,'' take my word for it:" He pats the free seat next to him, "You're in for a world of hurt! Goodness knows I was when I was promoted. Just don't let General Quinton rope you into helping him out in the library or you'll ''never'' see the light of day, wot."

== Promotions, Part II ==

'''Immediately following the promotions:'''

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1390| Originally posted by Ol'random]

Zolomon chuckles. "Work in de library cant be all that bad, right and if I had something important ta do I am sure he let me do that at least."

Giving a mock-severe look over his spectacles, Terrence replies, flatly, "You might say that now, corporal, but you don't know just ''how many'' things are there to organize and rewrite, wot!" The sergeant raises his paw, drink finished, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "I don't think I'll ever quite recover from the amount I had to copy from those dusty ol'archives, wot. But if you're ''so'' eager I'll be sure to mention it to the good recorder, wot!" Cracking a wide smile, he adds. "But I won't do that..." He winks. "...Yet."

Gregorian hehs at the question of whether he's off duty. "Well, technically the majah gave us all the day off so for tahday at least I suppose I'm just Greg... Though I may use the time tah catch up at the forge so... Mastah smith Greg for the day or wotevah title they've given it these days?"

"Master Smithy Greg?" Terrence offers, before shaking his head. "No - that sounds a bit, well..." The sergeant leans back on the stool as his glass is refilled. "Whateveh I'm supposed to call you today, Mr. Lieutenant-Mastah-Smith-Gregorian, I think this'll be the last day I'll be able to say anything but 'sah' to you for a while yet, wot."

Zolomon listens as the two talk and gets his second ale and drinks it slowly. "I wonder how soon new promotions get paperwork."

"Forge mastah?" Greg offers instead as he thinks about it before he shakes his head. "Sah seams a little easiah on the syllables. Though I had started tah like bein' called Sarge. Yah turn for that now, Sarge." he chuckles and rests back with his drink before laughing at Zolomon's question. "I'll give yah some right now if yah like, I've got a pile waitin' for me still."

A sudden look of horror briefly flashes on the 'sarge''s face, "Oh goodness." Terrence says, shaking his head, "Sarge brings to mind the likes of the ol'drill instructor - always thought it was suited to grizzled veterans like yourself, sah!" He adds with a chuckle, "Meaning no offense, of course." Taking a sip of his drink, he mutters to himself, more thoughtfully, "I daresay I'll be like that soon enough, wot. But I've got quite a few seasons to go before I can say I'm anywhere ''near'' being grizzled or a veteran. I'm still in my prime and will be for a while yet, wot!"

Zolomon tilts his head at the offer of paperwork, he seems to try and find an excuse to not accept it and then speaks, "So... paperwork could be from blooming any division or... just ya own?"

Cera peeks her head into the room, she needs a break and decides to slip into here for one... what she washed a lot of dishes and dried dishes and even did a lot of sweeping, a break is good right?

Gregorian raises his eyebrows and looks amused as Terrence digs himself a metaphorical hole. "Old, grizzled and out of my prime. Yah really paint a picture there." It's a pretty accurate description of Greg to be fair. He has been in the patrol longer than most of the privates and quite a few of the officers have been alive at this point. He gives Zolomon a shrug. "Much like bein' a private yah do wot yah told but when it comes tah things like trainin' yah get tah help out... I'm sure Terrence can teach yah the ropes, I skipped the Corporal job myself."

The new sergeant can only offer Greg an apologetic smile, fully aware of the hole he's dug for himself. "To be fair, sah, I'm sure you said the same when you were my age, wot!" That may have made everything worse, so he adds a wink for good measure, thankful for the slight change in subject. "Yes and no, corporal. Depends on who tells you to do what, really." Terrence says over the rim of his glass. "Either way, you'll be doing some of the work for both the good lieutenant and I, wot! Or at least making sure that the privates get their reports done in time - and are legible, of course, that's the absolutely dreadful part of your job now, wot." He sees Cera out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't comment on wether she should be out and about free of probation, yet.

Zolomon nods. "Of course... like if you have too much paperwork, do some of yours maybe and look over reports of privates, got it." He notices Cera but doesn't say anything to her, he isn't sure what division she is in even now.

Cera sighs as she is seen. "So... hallo... what's going on anyways, ummm... I can be in here right?" Maybe not but her room is boring as she goes to sit down, she chuckles at paperwork. "I have no paperwork..."

Gregorian raises his eyebrows at Terrence. "Well I just don't know if I can remembah back that far, it was such a long time ago." he jokes, thankfully taking his age well. He nods along to the description of the corporal's work before his attention is directed to Cera, "Are yah currently supposed tah be somewhere else?"

"Don't worry, Zolomon, I won't be ''that'' evil to you." Terrence is rather glad Greg took it so well. His drink finished, he turns it over, cutting himself off. The sergeant glances over at Cera, saying, "If I remember, sah, Cera here was recently under house arrest for all the stunts she pulled during training, wot. Don't know how long it was supposed to be for, though..." He'll let his superior deal with the issue if it has to be dealt with, but... "Well, sah, technically we and the corporal are all off duty so it might not be our problem to deal with, wot!"

Zolomon looks over at Cera, he wasn't there when Cera was given her punishment so he can't really put in a word about it. His attention instead goes over to the Lt. and the Sergeant. "Yes sur. Understood. I am willing to do some paperwork today if needed sur, just let me know if any needs done and I shall do some. I also plan on helping some privates and recruits with archery training as well sur, if that's okay with both of you that is." He will wait for a reply to his questions and give his full attention to the other two officers.

Cera frowns. "Not like I am going off to Halyard and... my room is boring, wot am I supposed ta do like... stare at the walls when not training?"

Gregorian sighs heavily at Cera's response. "That is not an answah tah my question. Yah have been punished. By his lordship no less. It's not supposed tah be fun and yah don't get tah decide when yah don't feel like doin' it anymore. So long as yah in the patrol yah do wot yah ordered, no mattah wot that is. That is somethin' that yah need tah get used tah again... Now, I have been given the day off so I'd rathah go spend it with my daughtah than have tah sit around makin' sure yah doin' wot yah supposed tah be doin' so if yah ordahs are that yah supposed tah be somewhere else right now then go. If not then pick up a broom and start sweepin' here."

Terrence looks the corporal over. "Actually, Zolomon..." He begins, resting an elbow on the bar, "If it's fine by the lieutenant here, I have some ideas about the training- wait to train till tomorrow and just ''relax'' while you can today, corporal." The sergeant smiles. "Take that as an order, wot. Also, I know you're quite the expert when it comes to bows, however I'd like you to start training with the recruits and privates with slings and javelins. Bows and arrows are great when they're used by some beast like yourself who knows how to use when, but arrows are hard to come by when one's out and about patrolling, and can run out if you aren't careful - and they're bloody well difficult to use, wot! Stones are everywhere, and easier to transport to boot! I expect you won't have any trouble becoming a crack shot with a sling like you are with your bow." While the bespectacled hare didn't like her tone or choice of words, he says nothing on the subject, letting Greg handle it.

Zolomon nods and gives his full attention to the sergeant, "A day off sounds great sur, in fact very good." He smiles and grins at the mention of longbows, he thinks quietly before replying again, "I can train the privates with slings sur and try out javelins as well." He clears his throat, "You're right though, knowin' how ta use other weapons is a good idea, like I do know how ta use a saber, though I do plan on getting better skilled with it. Maybe tomorrow after some morning training drills we can discuss training ideas then?"

Cera folds her arms over her chest and mutters to herself, "Get a broom and sweep... talk about bossy." She then just sits down, the broom is, well, not gotten.

Gregorian presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily as he closes his eyes. He sets aside his drink and gets up, heading towards Cera and looking irritated. "Get up. I was havin' a good day until yah and yah attitude showed up. I don't care wot yah problem with followin' ordahs is this time. I gave yah an option that didn't involve returnin' straight back tah yah room when I didn't have tah so yah can eithah do as yah told or yah can get reported for insubordination again. I frankly don't care which and don't want tah deal with yah."

"Exactly my thoughts, Zolomon." Terrence says in a warm voice, nodding. "And while we're both out of uniform and off duty you can..." Having heard Cera's remark, he starts to trail off. "...Call me..." He stands even as she sits and Gregorian tells her off. "...Terrence." Finishing slowly, he turns to face the healer fully, his face unreadable beyond a slight twitch of his eye. "Private." The tone is cold. "The lieutenant suggested it to you, and is being rather kind right now, wot. Not what I would refer to as 'bossy'. However." The sergeant is now glaring at her over his spectacles. "I'll be bossy to you now: If you're supposed to be staring at a blinkin' wall you will bloody well sit in your room and stare at it. If you're told to sweep, ''you sweep''. And when you talk back - like you just did - you can sweep this entire mountain." Walking over to the broom he grabs it, shoving it towards the healer. "Get to it. While Lt. Gregorian left it open, I ''will'' report you. Understood?"

Zolomon nods and now also looks over at Cera, but he lets Terrance and Gregorian handle the Private, but he does pay attention still as since he is a Corporal now, he will need to deal out punishment at times most likely. He stays quiet and alert as he watches, listens and learns.

Cera ears fall to her back as she has way too much attention now and slowly stands up. She frowns as she takes the broom. "Sweep... that much sur?" She quickly decides it's unwise to talk back as instead she just nods. "Yes... sur... right away, sur." She backs up a little, a deep breath and then starts sweeping the room she is in first.

Gregorian has a habit of giving second chances, it's something he's currently reconsidering as he gives the Terrence a single nod of approval after his threat. He nods once to Cera "The entire mountain." he agrees with the sergent's orders. He watches her make a start before he retreats back towards the others. "With that evening spoilin' note I am goin' tah pick up a new uniform and collect my daughtah... who will no doubt be bettah behaved than some patrollahs." he mutters as he heads for the door.

Letting out a long sigh, Terrence watches her sweep for a moment or so. "Well, good luck, sah." He calls after the retreating lieutenant, before going back to the sweeping hare. "One more thing, Private Collins," He uses her last name, voice softer and calmer, "Do you understand why you've been punished?"

Zolomon watches Gregorian head off before he speaks, "I hope he finds some time to relax." He glances over at the other two, he is still gonna relax the rest of the day and likely get up early to see what paperwork he can maybe help out with.

Cera sweeps quietly but does reply when she is questioned "For... backtalking and mumbleing." She says quietly, she will sweep the whole mountain and likely have sore arms, and go to bed late tonight only to have to wake up for morning training, but she is okay with that she just has to get this grumpiness gone best she can anyways.

"And for disobeying orders and pushing your fellow hare, remember?" The remark doesn't have much bite beyond the words, especially with the sigh given by the sergeant. "The reason those three things got you in trouble, Private Collins, is because our job - yours, mine, and Zolomon's - is that of a patroller. We aren't some spineless militia from the woods, we're the Long Patrol of Salamandastron, and that means something. We have to be ready to fight at a moments notice - while you do like training and all that, Collins, that isn't enough alone to keep you alive in a battle. It doesn't matter how great a runner, fighter, or healer you are if you're alone. You need the other hares here as much as we need you - and pushing, back talking, and all the rest doesn't help that bond ''at all''. It's only by working together that you - we - can be a good patrol and live through a fight, wot." Eyebrows furrowed, Terrence leans on one leg as he looks over his spectacles, "Do you understood that, Cera?"

Zolomon finishes his ale and stands deciding to offer some advice. "Together we stand, divided we fall." He keeps it short and simple.

Cera frowns, then nods. "Understood, to try and get along with everyone and not push them away. I... I guess being alone for like 4 seasons, got to me... sur... surs" She looks away and then back up "I'm... sorry." That took a lot from her, but the words got out. "I will try my best to do better."

Nodding in agreement to Zolomon, Terrence looks at Cera with more concern now than anger. "I can imagine it would - did you know I was stationed by myself out on some rock for nearly seven seasons? Back when I was a private." Another sigh comes from the sergeant. "And you survived the disaster in Mossflower. I accept the apology, and thank you, Cera. I fully expect you will- as for the sweeping, you can just do the three main levels. Avoid the cellars - sweeping down there won't do much good, at any rate, wot. Afterwards," he adds, giving her an ever so small smile, "I suggest you should please apologize to Lieutenant Gregorian for today and all the other times you may have said something to him - he works harder than the two of us, wot, and doesn't deserve any more headaches. He's a very good hare, if I do say so myself."

Zolomon frowns remembering the events that happen in Mossflower, he likely seen more than some of the other hares did. He speaks quietly, "Greg likely needs less paperwork too. I think I will offer my help, in the morning after some training drills and after we speak Terrance." He looks at the hare maid and speaks again, "It... may not seem like it now but things will get better, even if it's slowly, things will get better."

Cera nods again. "I... I will, or least will try and tell him I am sorry, he seemed fairly... upset with me." She will wait till she is dismissed and finish sweeping in here before she heads off to other rooms and levels.

"Well, Zolomon," Terrence plops himself down next to the corporal once Cera leaves, "I think I need another drink - you want one too?"

Zolomon watches the hare maid sweep and then turns to Terrance and smiles as he sits down "Sure, why not" He chuckles, "I will have ta get use to being a cordial now, but for now time to relax and have a good ale."

"Ale, cordial, scotch." Terrence passes him a glass with a wry chuckle. "I suppose you should. I need to get used to being a bloody sarge now, wot!" As he takes a long drink from his own, the sergeant casts a sideways glance at Zolomon. "Say, you were part of those Mossflower beasts that came with the one-eyed badger that came here the summer before last, right?"

The new corporal sips his ale, the third one he has had today and looks up at the question when asked. "One eyed... OH! " He smiles. "Xandy... yeah, wot about him? And yeah me and like, let's see... three others came up for help to defeat Ormaz and his group."

Terrence shrugs. "Nothing, just seeing if my memory serves me right. Ormaz was the beast all our hares died at war with, right? I was one of the hares who met you lot back then." Downing the rest of his drink, he sets down the glass, turning to the corporal. "If I'm being honest, mate, I daresay I didn't think much of you when I first saw you back then - but now I'm glad we'll be working together, wot."

Zolomon thinks back on that time and sighs a little remembering some friends, he then smiles. "Guess I have matured a lot since joining de Long Patrol. I was a good archer and fast runner even then." He smiles at a thought. "I do miss Mossflower, but I am glad to be in the Long Patrol and would never dream of leaving it."

"Well, that's good, eh?" Terrence says with a light snort. "We need all the help here we can get. You mentioned using javelins for training, wot, and I wanted to say that you should use them - I think every runner should know how to use slings and javelins, alongside some blade of some sort. A knife or dagger or even sword, wot! I'm not one, so I'm not sure which is best for the act of running itself, though - I imagine you want to keep light, right?"

Zolomon nods as he listens. "Ya can throw a javelin so maybe a runner, runners can be quick on the foot paws. I am best with de longbow and." He admits, "I do need to work on saber more, and as ya said sling is fairly easy to use."

Nodding, the sergeant looks down for a minute, thinking. "I think another thing to work for every hare - runners, fighters, and healers - is how to use a spear and dagger. You can focus on the runners with the slings and javelins and sabers, but overall I think every hare should at least know how to use the two basics, wot - and maybe I'll spar with you to show how to use a proper blade." Terrence adds, after a beat, "If you want to, of course."

Zolomon nods. "Sparing would be good, yes. I have not sparred in a while and good use some more training with a blade I believe." He frowns. "Been a couple fights where I likely could have done better had I better trained with a blade, guess got to liking de long bow so much only trained with it most of the time when came ta weapons, hmms maybe Xandy could use some tips. I mean he is a great leader of the Mossflower Defenders, and I am sure he is still doing great but everyone can always use some tips and knowledge from others."

"Indeed." Terrence replies, "I'll be sure to spar with you at some point or another - if I ever have free time again, that is. It's been a long time for me as well, used to be quite good with a rapier, wot."

Zolomon offers a smile. "I am sure time can be made for sparing, tis important after all."

With a shrug, the sergeant starts to stand, saying, "Perhaps it can." Terrence brushes himself off, rolling his neck. "Well, its been good to talk to you, Zolomon, but I've got a book I'm been meaning to read." As he leaves, he calls over his shoulder, "And congratulations on being corporal, corporal!" With that he exits the scene.

== Learning to Train Others ==

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1392| Originally posted by oz]

''Note: For the next month, the Long Patrol prepped for the attempt to retieve PVT D.A. Kasimir & RCT K.D. Attenborough; squad based training was the most oft repreated preperation.''

Since about mid-morning hares of the second division have been in the training room, the late start due to finalizing the new promotions - mainly getting the proper uniform fitted. Terrence's had a slight delay with his, but he now stood watching a group of privates drill. The sergeant was leaning on a stick that served as a mock polearm, and he was barking out corrections and orders at the hares. "Mind your feet! What in the blazes are you doing there, Harolds? Bloody-well dancing?! KEEP YOURSELF ON THE GROUND! This isn't boxing, wot!"

Zolomon was still getting used to the new uniform and the fact he even got a promotion. The new uniform looks very nice in fact. He walks into the room and watches the training going on, he did have a running drill with some recruits before he came to the training room, got cleaned up and came down.

"No-" The sergeant splutters at hares again, incredulous. "Don't leap like a bloody frog!''ESPECIALLY YOU, HAROLDS!"'' With a sigh Terrence mutters much quieter as he rubs his temples, "I daresay you lot need to work on that..." Turning away from the group of four, he spies the corporal, waving him over with a wry grin. "So, corporal, how was the run this morning?"

"The run went fairly well, had one recruit keep falling flat on their face" Zolomon sighs as he finds a chair and sits down, he did yell at the recruit and then the recruit cried, it ended where he just told them to go back and do something else instead. "But otherwise, fairly good morning, wot"

Though nodding at Zolomon's words, the sergeant's attention seems to be on the group of four hares again. "Did he- bah, never mind it." Temporally giving up hope for them, Terrence turns back to the corporal, an eyebrow raised. "Kept falling, wot? Do you think it could've been anything besides the recruit's, say, clumsiness?"

Zolomon shrugs, "I don't know, maybe not used to stand. I admit it did take some getting used to for me too at first, but one must know how to run on sand, even and even unevenland and may be wise to make sure hares are good swimmers as well"

"Maybe. Sand is the devil..." The sergeant replies, leaning on his stick. "And water's worse." Terrence looks thoughtful, mulling the words over. "Do you know if their boots fit them properly?"

Zolomon hmmms. "May be something good ta check maybe, didn't think of it." He has some things to learn, and he will learn them, the leadership role is new after all but no one is perfect their few days.

Terrence rolls his shoulders, loosening them. "Might be worth making sure in the future, wot." The group of four hares had started to look better, having stopped using jumping as a ways to dodge. "If you want my advice, Zolomon," Peering over his spectacles, the sergeant offered a small smile, "I'd suggest not being all that hard on your squad - you still have to be their friend, after all."

Zolomon listens as he nods in reply "Their... friend, got it sur. I suppose they would listen better but one does still have to be, somewhat hard on them at times I think"

"Yes, at times." Terrence replies, gesturing for the corporal to follow him over to observe another group of hares practicing on dummies. "They absolutely should listen to you and that shouldn't be a problem with any private, wot. However that doesn't seem to be the case - in the marsh there was quite a bit of lets say ''struggle'' for half the privates to listen - yourself included, wot." He chuckles, "Don't forget that you are still a part of them, technically at least."

Zolomon frowns, yes he remembers getting a little too caught up in the game, but at least he did get away and helped them know where cages were, how far a food storage was and the main place where toads seem to hang out. He nods "Yes. Perhaps a little too into the find what was needed game, but your right." He adds after a moment "We, got lucky I believe. It could have ended worse than it did. Its very possible I could easily be not even standing here and instead be in the dark forest. Ambushes can happen anywhere really. I, I remember one when me and the Defender group came to the mountain to get help, we didn't know we were followed by assassins and the assassins came really early in the morning. I had left the ship to do something, forgot wot now and came back to see the others captured. I likely would have charged in and tried ta save de day but lucky his Lordship and a couple hares were on the beach at the time and stopped me, lucky no one died in that, again. Luck but luck doesn't always bally well happen" He frowns at another memory, he wasn't there but had read a report left on a table. "Even... higher ranking hares can be ambushed"

The sergeant nods here and there at Zolomon's words, his eyes on the training hares. At that last bit, however, he snorts. "Indeed they can, wot!" Terrence points with his stick to the practicing hares in front of them. "High ranking or not, the best way to deal with ambushes is proper coordination and cooperation. An infantry square has a higher chance of outlasting the enemy even when surrounding, wot."

Zolomon listens and watches the training, "True sur. I would say let's hope for no ambushes to happen but that's why it pays to always be alert. Be alert even on days off I say" Not that he will likely have as many days off now that he is a corporal. "I am likely gonna be in bed late due to some paperwork later, nothing too major of course."

"I'm sorry to say that late nights are going to be a common occurrence for you." There's a sympathetic look on Terrence's as he turns to the corporal. "And it's just going to get worse and worse the more you climb, wot." The hares in front of them had finished, exhaustedly staggering over towards the water barrel. "As for alertness - well, I don't think you need worry all that much about that, least ways not here in the mountains, wot!"

Zolomon smiles "I know not here but outside. I still stay alert though, just in case never know when..." And his one ear catches a gasp as he manages to spin around and catch a recruit before they fall face forwards to the floor, another recruit backs away and mutters a sorry for bumping into a stand where a barrel knocked over and bumped into the private, who bumped into Solomon almost. Lucky the barrel didn't have too much water in it, maybe 1/10th of the way full and... well know it's less. "You okay there Jade?" He gets a nod and a muttered sorry again. As well as a sorry from the other private that made the barrel fall in the first place.

Terrence watches the whole thing while suppressing a laugh. "Woah there, buckos -and good catch, corporal." Walking over to peer into the barrel, he adds, "I daresay this needs refilling now, wot. Any volunteers?" The sergeant turns back to face the other hares, waiting for any takers.

The hares seem to look at one another and grow silent. Zolomon speaks up "Okay. Maybe the one that knocked it over? Seems fair right?" He gets a sigh and a nod "Right sur." It seems the barrel will be filled back up soon, Zolomon meanwhile is still getting used to being called sur, it wasn't something he really been called when he was a Private First Class by any recruits or even Privates, just today has the sur title kicked in. He smiles and nods to the Sergeant "Think that worked out good."

"Seems so, wot." The sergeant nods in approval to Zolomon, watching the water fetcher leave. "Come on, corporal, time for you to train with a squad." Terrence starts toward the largest area for training, calling over his shoulder, "Jade, Harolds, come along to."

Zolomon nods as he follows "Yes sur" There will always be someone to say sur to, the only one who never has to say sur to anyone, that was here anyways, was the Badger Lord. "So where to?"

Waving another two hares over, the sergeant stops on the edge of the training ring. "Right here, Zolomon. Practice getting these four," He gestures to Jade, Harolds, and the two newcomers, "Into formation, line, marching, and whatever else you think to do - grab those mock spears, in the barrel there." He points to it were it sits by the ring, full of sticks wrapped in cloth for padding. "And practice your jabs, wot. Be quick as well."

Zolomon nods as he listens to what is said and looks to the 4 hares who seem to wait on some instructions "Alright." He gets a spear and spins it once and grins, he then clears his throat, serious time "Okay. Let's do this get into a line of two each first, be quick now and hold the spears like this" He does know how to hold a spear and shows how to back up and jab forwards" A simple weapon, easy enough ta learn, maybe not always the best in a large fight but when one doesn't have a blade it can still save a life and block another weapon."

"Personally, corporal, I'd argue a solid line of spears can't be beaten in a large fight, wot!" Terrence chimes in, leaning on his stick as he watches, "But carry on." Some of the other hares who had recently finished their exercise come to to spectate.

Zolomon nods, he is learning as he really hasn't used a spear except maybe once." Okay. It is true a spear can cause a lot of damage to an enemy." He nods for one of them to stab at him, and he blocks the spear and smiles "Also good to know how to block a weapon and then quickly aim and stab again." He says this as he steps back, okay he needs some work on formation as it was usually a point on where he would go, this is the first of making sure others know where to go and making sure they do so correctly.

Terrence nods. "Damage and ''reach.'' Corporal, try working together, wot-" the sergeant stands up straight, setting his spear against a table. "Cover each other, guard your squad-mates' sides and backs." he waves a few hares from those watching to himself. "I'll send in another group for you lot to spar with once you get the hang of working together - and leading them, Cpl. Zolomon."

Zolomon nods, he takes a deep breath and looks to the hares in the group "Okay, back-to-back and spears out, always stay alert to things around ya. You need to listen and keep your eyes open at all times when in a fight or battle." He smiles as he starts to get the hang of it. He can get used to this, it will take some trial and error but no one is perfect at something when they first start. Beasts try and try again and practice a lot.

"Try to move around with that, wot!" The sergeant suggests, turning to the hares around him. They're discussing something that Zolomon and the others in the ring can't hear. Terrence nodding, walks over to the barrel of weapons and picks out for himself a shorter stick with a crude hilt - a wooden sword of sorts, wrapped up in cloth and padding. He hasn't set paw in the area yet.

Zolomon nods, he is paying attention to getting the four hares he is in charge of to work together, he sighs once and then tries again and smiles as it starts to work "That's good, we are doing better guys, remember you help one another and protect one another from threats in a fight. We are a team."

The sergeant and the hares he picked out are now standing just outside of the area, all holding mock-clubs or swords: it seems the goal is to imitate most vermin groups. Terrence, offering a small grin to the corporal, raises his padded-blade up, uttering a single word. "CHARGE!" He swings the stick down, pointing towards Zolomon and the four hares working together. The sergeant's group of about six in all rush forward with almost no coordination on purpose - they're sticking to their act as vermin. One hare with what appears to be a stick with a pillow on top of it runs ahead at Zolomon's group, raising the fake weapon high. "YAAAARGH!" He yells, swinging down, trying to break the five hares apart. The rest of Terrence's group are about two yards behind, pounding towards the corporal and others with yells of their own.

Zolomon acts fast and blocks one of the wooden swords, three of the four hares do fairly well blocking and even knock backwards a couple of the vermin acting hares. One hair falls down and earns a tap to the chest, in a real battle he would be dead. Zolomon steps closer to the three hares left as the one that was mock killed is unsure what to do and crawls away and sits on a chair to watch and frowns, likely glad it's not a real battle with real vermin.

After the initial charge in which the hare with the club and the one who had mocked-killed the private had been taken out by the corporal's group, those left of Terrence's 'Vermin' back away, keeping some distance between themselves and Zolomon & co. "Come on, you lot!" The sergeant barks at his four remaining hares, "There's only four of them! CHARGE!" There's an answer of, "YAAAR!" From the others before once again the sergeant rushes forward, this time leading. His mock-blade is point outwards, and he jabs at the center of Zolomon and the three others.

Zolomon dislikes close fighting, even when he knows this is a mock training fight. He is still focused and ready to protect the three hares with him as if it was a real fight. He blocks a spear and a blade just barely with his spear. He nods to the ones with him "Come on now. Together! Work together!" This seems to help the hares on his side to better block and sidestep any attacks and point out the spears as one fighting beasts when they are three. Zolomon helps them as well, quick on the foot paws as he does avoid most hits, one tap on the shoulder but the shoulder doesn't count as a death move, a tap to the neck or chest would though as he aims to do that to whomever is closer. He also tries to make sure he knows where everyone is.

The corporal efforts pay off - only two 'vermin' remaining are Terrence and another. The hares who had been tapped move to sit next to the others outside the ring to watch the mock-battle play out. "Well, looks like this is the end, eh?" The sergeant muttered grimly to his fellow, who nods. "Try to go left and I'll go right, wot!" The two split, and, true to his word, Terrence circles around to right, trying to get behind Zolomon and the others - the remaining 'vermin' does the same on the left.

Zolomon keeps focused, ever focused as there is him and three left in his group. Wait make that him and two as he nods and blocks another hit "Work... as... one" He repeats and him and the two hares with him do so, working together to get at least one -vermin- out.

And the sergeant goes down, falling to the jabs of Zolomon and the others. Terrence rolls away from them, exciting the arena to join the other 'dead' hares. However, even as he does so, the last of the sergeant's 'vermin' leaps at the backs of the corporal and those close, swiping wildly with a mock-sword, letting out one last war cry, "YAAAARGH!"

Zolomon blocks one as they were about to -take out- one of the hares he has left. A frown forms as he sees and feels the spear on his throat and sighs, leaving the two hares that was with him "Work together... in battle even if a group leader. An officer goes down you do not panic, panicking is not good" It seems to help as the two get back to finish off the remaining vermin in this mock fight and then sit as they surely look very worn out now.

Their last opponent hits the ground with a loud grunt, beset as he is with the two spears. Terrence stands from where he had been sitting crossed-legged and taking a drink of water, offering it to Zolomon as the corporal comes out. When the fight's over, the sergeant claps his paws together. "Alright then, good show and all that, wot." He steps into the ring, looking around at the hares gathered. "Now, what do you think about what just happened, eh?"

Zolomon speaks "A lot of action, I think at first it was a little chaotic, but then we started working as a team" One hare frowns "Little... scary, but not as much suppose because it wasn't like a real... fight"

"Yes," Terrence says, nodding, "I will say more of you went down than I thought would, wot. Certainly was better once you started working together." He turns to face Zolomon and the rest. "There's a technique with spears that usually can help reduce losses and I'd wager scariness, wot." He smiles. "Most basic form of it is two ranks of hares shoulder to shoulder with spears, with the front line kneeling to brace for a charge."

Zolomon nods as he listens to Terrance "I am learning, slowly and likely will learn more as I go... I mean no one is perfect at something when they first start out" He chuckles "Even leaders are not perfect at first, they learn as well"

"Well corporal," The sergeant steps out, heading towards the water barrels, "I don't expect you to be perfect, wot! Just competent." He adds with a wink. Taking a long draft of water, Terrence looks at all the hares around him. "Alright then, think that's enough today - we can start again tomorrow with a sunrise run, eh?" The groans of those gathered echo throughout the room.

Zolomon chuckles, he is use to rising with the sun, just not so much sleeping when the sun goes down much and likely hardly at all now. "Well breakfast is always best after a good run and some training I always say!"

== Erg the Blog-Slayer, Round IV: Punch-Out ==
'''A little while or so after Erg ran off into the marshland...'''

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1393| Originally posted by Ol'random]

''Note: An extract from PVT D.A. Kasimir & RCT K.D. Attenborough's time in the swamplands.''

Some distance away from the sand and surf surrounding the giant fire mountain known as Salamandastron, beyond the now-smouldering marshes and the charred and blackened remains of the toad village, a lone, shadowy figure trudges along slowly in the darkness, only the occasional patch of moonlight shining through the trees as a source of light. Still, the hulking figure seems to know where to go, knowing where to step to avoid the various patches of bog, and he looks to be travelling relatively easily considering the circumstances. As said figure ventures into a patch of the pale moonlight, it dimly illuminates the distantly familiar features of the Long Patrol Private once known as Dominik, now known as Erg.

The at-one-time ruggedly handsome young buck is almost unrecognizable in his current state, his long ears drawn back against the back of his head, scars peppering his brow and his cheeks. His once well kept mahogany fur is covered in dirt and muck, but the oddest thing about him is the warpaint that streaks his features; it is pale yellow in color, and appears to be made from toad-blood. Over his shoulder, he is carrying... something. Upon further inspection, it appears to be the body of a toad, freshly slain not a half hour ago. Eyes narrowing and nose twitching as he scents the air, the large buck pauses, eyes scanning his surroundings. He'd thought he heard a noise nearby, and being that he is extremely close to the small cavern he'd adopted as his new home, it makes him extremely wary and cautious.

The buck is a little more intelligent than he's given credit for, as he had gone through the process of setting up a pawful of booby traps that peppered the area around the cave. It was generally for his protection and to keep outsiders out, but then also it was another way of catching his food. Hmmming, once he assesses the situation and realizes that it was nothing, the large hare trudges onwards towards his humble abode. Dinnertime!

Konner has had a very, very bad week. The recruit had been one of the first to go down after the toads ambushed their doomed training party, falling to a rather hefty rock to his leg. He had managed to avoid being captured by the slimy things by rolling into a pool of muck which nearly drowned him, and, once the main group of toads had left the area, moved to the other side and taking shelter in an old rotten trunk. Once he pulled himself out (losing his boot in the process), the hare had had the presence of mind to stop the bleeding and make a make-shift splint out of reeds and sticks. He'd also saved his pack, so he had something relatively clean of swamp-mush to put on, waiting for rescue. Two days later he ran out of clean water. By day three the green-brown swamp was looking quite lovely. By day five he had indulged, developing a fever for his efforts.

Day six, however, was the absolute worst - a fire had sprung up and set fire to what remained of his gear! With all the haste he could muster, the recruit pulled himself out, and, with a look of horror, realized everywhere was on fire. Since then, he had been making his way slowly through the marsh, inch by agonizing inch, and his leg screamed in agony every time he moved.

Of course, his week was about to get worse, especially now that his good leg just so happened to brush a pile of leafs and worms as he struggled to get by it. And so with a loud yelp and a ''whoosh'' Konner was hoisted by his ankle into the air to dangle.

Approaching his new home, Erg ducks inside the cave, setting down the burden he'd been carrying over in the corner. Grabbing the piece of flint he'd kept handy nearby, the buck picks up a small rock and begins striking the two together; soon enough, he has a small fire going in the area he'd designated as such. As the cave is slowly illuminated by the growing flames, eerie shadows dance upon the walls of the cave, the creepiest being one that looks oddly enough like...a toad. Well, -technically- it is a toad. At least it had been at one time. The dim, flickering light soon reveals what seems to be the cleaned skeleton of a toad, set up and positioned as if it was sitting up on a log and enjoying the warmth of the fire. Its hollowed out eyeholes stare off into the distance, the brief gusts of wind outside making a soft whistling noise as they occasionally sweep through the cavern. "Hrm," Erg grunts as he lowers himself onto the ground, before a smile flickers across his weathered face. "Vas good hunt today, Blorg. Should have seen. Didn't stand chance." He chortles. "Ve...eh?" He blinks, ears going up briefly as he hears a yelp from outside, and the telltale sound of one of his traps being triggered. "Vait here. Vil return." A grim expression replaces the previous joviality, and the buck pushes himself back up again, ducking out into the marshes as he trudges in the direction of the noise.

Left to spin in the air and ponder his morbid fate, Konner watches the world twirl around him upside down, with the tips of his ears barely scraping the soft ground below. Of course the recruit had tried to reach both it and the trunk, but, after much swearing and struggling, everything proved to be just out of his range of his paws with the only reward for this being more spinning. As the blood starts to rush into his head all the recruit can think is thank goodness it wasn't my bad leg. The sun is clouded over now, what little warmth it had disappearing from the marsh. "Great. Want me to bloody freeze to death, don't you?" Konner says to the heavens, craning his neck to look up. Another curse is muttered, accompanied by a shaking fist.

While the recruit is massively disoriented from the mix of pain, dizziness, sickness, and the cold, his hearing is mostly intact - his ears pick up something large approaching at a quick pace, and all Konner can do is wait in horror till he is turned towards the direction the noise is. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!" The scream rips itself from his throat as he starts to thrash wildly, having seen the massive form of what he can only think of as a monster come towards him.

Judging by the loud noises and curses coming from the direction he is heading in, Erg is assuming that yes indeed, he did happen to catch...something. Judging by the speaking cadence and general lack of croaking though, the odds that it is a toad seem to be very slim. Still, it is someone trespassing near his home, and he couldn't afford to have that. He knows there are occasional bandits who happen to get lost while wandering through the marshes, and it's more than likely that's who his guest is. As he gets closer, he sees the form dangling there just above the ground, and the large hare stops for a moment. With his ears folded back and his clothing covered in grime, the buck does indeed appear to be some sort of monstrous creature, and he does not help that he emits a low, rumbling growl as he approaches Konner. "No trespass," he booms, paws clenching at his sides as he takes a step closer to him. He stares down at the upside-down hare, glowering at him as he gives him only a moment or two to explain why he is there.

"AAAAAAA-" The recruit is inconsolable, flailing his arms around around. "AGH! DON'T EAT ME! I PROMISE I WONT TRESPASS AGAIN!" Konner falls into just babbling now, ''"Ididn'tmeantoI'llnevereverdoitagainohgoodnesspleasehavemercy!"'' His eyes shoot up the clouds above the toad-killer, clutching his paws together, ''"Ifthis'forth'timeInickedthatcakeI'msorryohgoodnessI'msorry!"''

Dominik's expression turns from one of annoyance and anger to one of... confusion... as he continues to stare daggers down at Konner. His arms fold for a brief moment as he ponders what exactly to do with this babbling, whining creature. From all intents and purposes he appears to be a... hare? Though his condition doesn't look to be the greatest. The idea that they may have sent someone out to search for him doesn't even enter into his mind at all, and he slowly paces back and forth in front of Konner as he appears to be pondering what exactly to do with him. "Can cut down, toss into svamp..." he booms. "Can leave here, for night creatures to feast on. Hmmm. Vat should Erg do..." He rubs his chin with a paw as he stomps back and forth in front of the slowly swinging creature.

From all that Konner can tell, what with the blood now pounding in his head and the upside down view, the creature before him is anything but a hare. He's just incoherent now. ''"Toss-no-Konner-eep-please-please-please-oh-please-no-no..."'' The monster's accent might have been recognizable to the recruit if it weren't for the circumstances. "AaaaaaaAAAA''AAAGH!"'' Seeing that 'speaking' failed to get through to 'Erg', Konner tries wailing again. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Dominik is quickly losing patience with the terrified young hare, his expression darkening as he comes to a stop in front of him again. Konner likely chose the absolute worst thing he could have done, and that is make so much noise that could possibly draw attention to Erg and his location. Despite his reputation among the toads that mill about in the surrounding marshes, they more than likely would love to try and catch him unawares. "STOP!" he growls, brow furrowing. "Noise!" As Konner continues to scream, Erg seemingly has no choice, and he rears back, swinging a heavy punch down at Konner as he hangs there in an effort to knock him senseless. He hadn't been getting anywhere with the way things were going as it was, so he'd have to try a new tactic.

''"AAAAAAAAAA-"'' The recruit's shriek is cut off by the single blow, and his thrashing ceases. From the way his none-tangled leg and arms hang uselessly as he bounces back to hit the tree, it's clear the massive hare knocked him clean out. His limp body swings back towards Dom, now.

Dominik gives a sigh, his head shaking slowly as he stares down at the hare before him. He is able to get a good look at him, and he notices his various injuries...not to mention the hare's uniform. A moment later, Erg reaches forward and undoes the rope around Konner's ankle, setting the hare down gently on the ground before he re-sets up the trap. Once he is finished, Erg returns his attention to the unconscious Konner. Leaning down, he carefully hefts the hare up onto a shoulder, and he turns and trudges his way through the marsh back in the direction of his cavern. "Is not nursemaid," he mutters to himself. "Is toad-slayer. But...must help." He brings Konner into the cavern, setting him down near the fire, far enough away so that he is not singed. Having had plenty of training in what to do in case of various injury situations, he goes about gathering up various things. "...Vat should I do vith him, Blorg?" he asks his skeletal companion. Blorg...just sits there.

The unconscious hare doesn't do much more than Blorg, slumping to the ground once he's set down. A low groan escapes, but that's about all the signs of life Konner shows, beyond his ragged and weak breathing.

== Old Reports and Outdated Maps ==

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1396| Originally posted by Ol'random]

Zolomon is sat down in the library finally doing his first real tastes of paperwork and not long into it he soon disliked waiting this long and volunteering to do extra as, it won't be that bally bad, well it was bally well bad, but he is doing it as he is one to keep promises and if he waits, well it would just pile up.

In the far back of the room behind several shelves a quick glance is all one needs to tell that a hare's been digging through the old maps and reports very recently. On the floor surrounded by piles and piles of papers and books Terrence sits, adjusting his glasses as he looks over the particular work he had been searching for. Two maps are sprawled out next to him with an until today blank piece of paper nearby, which the sergeant has scribbling down note upon whenever the need arises.

Zolomon looks over at the Sergeant briefly before back to the pile of paperwork. He lays down a paper and goes on to the next as he reads it over and smiles a little. "Well least one is bally well short." He chuckles till he gets to the next one and frowns deeply, turning the paper to the left and right and sighs, and some are clearly hard to read it would seem as he mutters something and tries his best to look it over, he will have to get one one to rewrite that one, so there is now a third pile, and the next one is an extra long report he frowns at, but precedes to read anyhow.

"Perhaps..." Is all the response the corporal gets from Terrence, his attention wholly on the writing in front of him - it seems to be about the swamps, at least going by the two maps. Taking a sip of tea that went cold hours ago, he switches over to yet another piece of ever so passible writing, muttering, "Daresay our cartography skills are rather dreadful, wot..." As if to prove his point, he taps an inconsistency between the two where one shows a small cave and another a lake. "Which one is it, eh?"

Zolomon looks, he never did really like maps much as he hmmms softly. "Maybe... it's a cave at the side of a lake and like it sometimes floods and ya can't see the cave then maybe?" He shrugs, it's an idea after all as there are times in summer water levels go down in places. He looks back to his own paperwork. "Ya know I now have de honour of knowing why others complained of paperwork so much, lot of reading, writing and have one a private needs ta rewrite for me and will have to go over it again. Some reports though are short, but then a long one shows up."

Looking up at Zolomon over his spectacles, Terrence gives a mirthless laugh. "You know why, though. It's not like there is anything to report, much less write pages and pages on, wot. Anyway," Grabbing the edge of one of the maps to peer at it more closely, he continues, "Not since that whole debacle here, at least." He narrows his eyes. "As for your lake theory, maybe - but on this the same lake is half a league away, wot!"

Zolomon says, "Odd... don't know then sur." He looks back to the report as he quietly finishes it and lays it aside in the done pile and gets another one. He starts to read it "As for paperwork, yeah it can be time consuming but one can't like, let it pile up or it would be a nightmare then."

"Yes, yes it can." The sergeant starts to write something down, finishing his cold tea with a grimace. "You'll get used to it, eventually. And keep in mind most hares ranking above you have to do more of it, wot." Terrence lets out a sigh, leans back against the bookshelf as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I was hoping I'd be able to tell from all of this," he gestures to the mess of paper around him, "Where a place to hide away in could be found- but there's too many bloody inconstancies, both on these maps and in the blasted reports I've found."

Zolomon tilts his head. "Hide in sur?" He is curious and hmmms. "Maybe there is some other maps, or someone who knows their way around the swamp." He frowns. "Though the one hare that comes to mind is dead. He was a hare that was a slave to the toads for like three seasons, forgetting the name now sadly."

Terrence shifts the maps over, making room to lay out a report flat on the floor. "Think I might have the report he made right here - though wasn't he Cpl. Felicity's uncle? I didn't ever talk to him, really." He glances at Zolomon with a raised eyebrow. "Anyway, these two maps are the only ones recent enough to be relevant, wot. First one was made a season or so after I was born, the other after this report was made."

Zolomon nods as he thinks and then, "Flint, his name was Flint... a couple hares think got lost, and he got them out but was maybe hurt or something like that and brought back to the mountain, and, well stayed. He died before I joined up but I know his name was mentioned by some Redwall beasts who came to update the Badger Lord about when Abbot Lorimis died." He frowns. "I... don't know how he died though, it wasn't toads though."

Looking rather grim, the sergeant bows his head down. "That happened while I was away stationed as a lookout - Flint's death that is... As for Lorimis, though," A confused expression plays out on Terrence's face, "I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know much what an abbot is, wot. A leader of Redwall, right?"

Zolomon nods. "Suppose ya can look at it like that. Abbot is de main beast at de abbey, then ya have Champion and Badger Mother... thar is brothers and Sisters and novices and then just residents that live there, and beasts visit and at times stay during maybe winter time." He smiles. "My grandfather was Gatekeeper after he ...well after he was here that is."

"I... see." From the tone of his voice it seems he doesn't quite. So Terrence turns back to his work, pulling another report from the pile. "I suppose there's not much reason for me to look further into Redwall, wot. Have enough on my mind already - though Pvt. Ewan is still there, wot, where does he fall in place among all those..." He pauses, searching a word that would summarize what Zolomon said, "Residents?"

Zolomon says, "Umm... Residential Long Patrol Hare?" He shrugs. "He stayed as, at the time he was unable to go back to full time duty, all the chaos and things that happen during that siege did something to him. I am unsure how he is now though, he does send reports every so often on how things are at the abbey and in Mossflower though."

"Right then." Terrence mutters as he reads over another report. "Not sure what I excepted. Of course a patrol hare living there would be called that, wot." He grabs his mug, going to to take a sip - then stops, realizing it's empty. He looks down at it, wiggling his nose. "Bah."

Zolomon says, "Maybe he will be able to come back here, then I am unsure of the plans for that or where he would be. We do have enough privates and recruits though I suppose." He glances at paperwork again, quietly finishes one report and lays it aside to look at another. "It's good to get these on file sur..." He frowns at the next report. "Oh..."

Setting down a report detailing how certain areas of the marsh freeze over, the sergeant gives Zolomon a long look. "Do we really?" Terrence says flatly. "It seems to me we only ever have a pawful of recruits and privates nowadays. And I'd say only half of those are fit for being in the Patrol, though when it comes to Ewan I had the impression he's of the other half..." With a sigh he adds, "I daresay it never seemed to me that he liked to be here, anyway, and I've heard he's been at the very least fine in that Redwall place, wot."

Zolomon says, "I am unsure as I said, maybe he will update how he is in a report." He states, "As for privates we have... some could do better you're right, same for recruits but unsure how to help them do better." He looks at a report. "We also have two privates missing still. Konner and Dominik are still missing in the swamps, shouldn't we like, look for them sur?"

Face darkening, Terrence sucks in a breath. "Zolomon, unfortunately I'm rather convinced Konner was killed." The sergeant looks the corporal in the eye as he says, "He wasn't captured with you and the others, and he has yet to turn up here - considering that its been nearly a month since the training exercise and the attack, we have to assume the worst soon. His body wasn't retrieved though, so there's some hope I suppose, but there's many places in a marsh for someone to, well, disappear." He looks back down at the maps, shifting through the papers again. "Dom's the reason I'm taking the effort to go through all this, though - thought it might be worth looking for any place a beast could hide in the swamp..."

Zolomon nods. "I always felt a beast isn't dead till ya see a body, even if your told they are dead you need a body for proof in case it's some like... joke." He sighs as he decides to not go further with that train of thought. "Dom does seem like one to survive better than most, I do hope we get him back, and if possible Konner as well. Leave no hare behind is me thinking, wot." He reads over the report and double checks it, lays it in the pile to file off to where ever it goes, he still has other reports and a report to write about, well reports.

"Joke?" There's a flare of irritation to Terrence's voice. "No hare of the Long Patrol would - or should - joke about someone being dead. ''Ever."'' He calms, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. "Don't get your hopes up Zolomon. A hare's more likely to be found dead the longer he's missing, and only half the time are bodies retrievable or recognizable - battle's a messy business. Most times it's proof enough when someone is dead if their comrades report it, wot, but Konner's not officially dead, yet. Dom is certainly alive - saw him run off myself after ripping a toad clean in half... that northerner can take care of himself, least for a little while."

Zolomon frowns. "Sorry sur. Thar was one time a hare did joke on another hare being dead, found out later they were just hanging out in Halyard. Course the same hare ended up leaving de patrol later on. That was a rather interesting situation, probably a report on it somewhere in the files." He smiles at the fact Dom is likely alive somewhere. "Yeah... Dom is fairly strong, and... well scary at times too."

Terrence simply nods in response, going back to his work. "Well, if a hare ever jokes like that again, I'll have their bloody hide." The sergeant starts to straightening the reports and maps around him, putting several back on the shelf. "Wherever Dom is right now, we can't do much - to be quite frank, most hares aren't in the best shape to go out for a search party, especially if the toads and whatnot attack again. It does absolutely no good to lose more hares than the one you're looking for, wot. We should be at the very least cautious."

Zolomon nods. "Not to worry I have no plans to go look, when I first joined de patrol I likely would of but I feel I have grown a lot since then. Think before act, better skills on some things as well. Maybe in a couple weeks or longer we can plan something or hope he decides to come back on his own maybe. Colder weather should slow the toads I would think anyways. I am even gonna take less trips to Halyard than I use ta."

"Colder weather didn't exactly stop the toads last time, wot." Terrence, having finished tidying up, stands, mug in paw and notes in the other. "Halyard is out of our control at the moment, so you bally-well shouldn't go there except on leave. Besides, the mountain has a better stock of drinks and food and all that. Anyways, waiting longer than two weeks might be too long - no matter how well Dom does on his own, winter is setting in and will bite soon. I do have the beginning of a plan to retrieve Dom that I'll give to the good Majah, wot."

Zolomon nods. "Major Jinora... yes. I am sure she will know whom to pick for the mission and when would be a good time to act."

The sergeant nods, setting the mug down on a nearby shelf. "Indeed, though we'll see what happens - the longer we wait the more likely Dom'll kick the bucket..." Terrence leans against the bookcase, adjusting his spectacles. "Can't say I'll be thrilled to go, wot. Private Dominik didn't quite seem all there in the head, if you know what I mean..."

Zolomon says, "I wonder whom she would send, most likely not just anyone."

"Doesn't do anything to wonder, wot." Terrence says, pushing himself off. "Might be volunteers only. We don't know - but I'd doubt any recruits would come along." Remembering to grab the mug, the sergeant starts to head for the door. "Anyways, Zolomon, I'll be off - need to get this to the higher ups, wot."

Zolomon nods as he gives a quick salute. "Course sur... and I would say no recruits at all."

The sergeant only nods in response to Zolomon, not saying another word as he leaves.

== Erg the Blog-Slayer, Round V: Nursemaid ==

[http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=1399| Originally posted by Ol'random]

A day and night had passed since Dom... or Erg, as he now calls himself... had discovered Konner dangling from one of his traps, and the large hare had no choice but to knock him out to keep him quiet. He hadn't known of the ordeal the poor young hare had gone through before literally stumbling upon Erg's residence, and in all honesty, he really had no clue how absolutely unnerving his appearance had become, and so Konner's reaction upon his approach had been more than justified. Still, what was done was done, and Erg had brought Konner back to the small cave in which he now made his home. The large hare had tended to the other Patroller's injuries to the best of his abilities...he'd learned a bit of healing skill during his training while growing up, and so he'd finally been able to put said skills to use, using the resources he'd had on hand. It was a bit crude and not exactly the neatest of work, but it sufficed for what needed to be done. Upon waking, Konner finds himself on a bed of moss, which was much nicer to lie on than the stone floor. There is a blanket covering him, and he'd been positioned close enough to the fire so that its warmth is felt, but far away enough so that he doesn't, y'know... catch on fire. His broken leg had been splinted, his wounds tended to and cleaned, and there is a bowl and a mug sitting within the smaller hare's view, both of them steaming with some type of liquid. The mug smells like tea, and the bowl seems to be some type of soup or stew. It doesn't smell entirely terrible, and it's food. Erg is nowhere to be found, but Blorg... the toad skeleton Erg had positioned near the fire... sits nearby, his hollow-eyed gaze staring down at Konner's still form. He'd been positioned in a way so that it appears he is watching over Konner.

It's to that ghastly sight Konner finally wakes to - the injured hare has been drifting in and out of wakefulness for some time. The way his eyes seem to drift from one side to another and how his mouth opens only to say nonsense, its clear he's running a fever, especially by the heat coming from him. However, now, with the pale guardian leaning over him he comes to with a start, throwing the blanket off (towards the fire, no less) in his panic as he yelps rather loudly despite his sickness. Rolling quickly out of the makeshift bed, he manages to get upright, swaying from side to side as he takes in his surroundings before blackness crowds his vision and he slumps back to the bed, but not before remembering the sight of his 'rescuer' (captor might be a better word, the hare thinks rather grimly) in full toad-blood getup coming towards him through the marsh in the dying light, an image that is likely to stay with Konner for the rest of his days. He moans as he hits the moss padding, a paw rubbing his forehead as his eyes open once again. "Wot in th'blazes..."

Luckily for Konner, the thrown blanket happens to fly just over the smaller-sized fire, avoiding the flames and landing just on the other side, in a pile. It seems the hare had woken up during Erg's designated hunting time, hence his absence, and so the only sounds heard aside from Konner's baffled words are the crickets chirping just outside, and the subtle crackling of the fire. There is the occasional rustling of leaves, bubbling of swamp and breaking of sticks outside the cavern, but it is more than likely the local wildlife making their way through the area, as well as the normal sounds of the marsh. Konner has no way of knowing this really, so in his current state, any suspicious noise would likely make him jumpy. Still, the bowl of food and the drink still sit positioned near where Konner had been placed, appearing to be relatively fresh still judging by the steam rising from both. In the bowl, it appears to be a type of broth, with some type of vegetables floating in it. Oddly enough, there is also a small bowl and mug sitting positioned near Blorg as well. Huh.

His eyes fall on the bowl, narrowing. Konner isn't the most cynical of hares, of course, but in his current predicament with what he's seen the past weeks; well, let's just say he's skeptical of the offered food, at the very least. So he hare opts to remain were he is (especially with he pain shooting through his leg that's still in the a splint - reinforced and cleaned now) and look around. Surely he could use something for defense if that monster came back. "E'en wore 'are ears like some sortah trophy, wot..." Doing all that he can to void looking at the toad bones, his eyes settle on a rock. "Tha'll work..."

It seems while he'd been out, Erg had also been searching for a particular type of herb that would help to bring down Konnor's fever. The hare had been successful at both his ventures, a smaller toad carried over his shoulder, the herbs carried in a small pouch on his belt as he trudges his way through the marsh, back in the direction of the cave. Konner can likely hear the heavy footfalls approaching, especially due to the general quiet, and it definitely is a little on the unnerving side. Soon enough, the mouth of the cave darkens as a large, imposing presence appears there, and the body of the slain toad is tossed down a short distance away from both Konner and the fire. Erg's eyes scan the cave, and he notes the blanket lying on the ground as well as Konner lying there, awake now. The large hare's eyes narrow, and he points a paw at the bowl. "Eat!" His voice is commanding, and it echoes around the cave in the process. Making his way further in, Erg goes about his business, beginning to prepare the fever-reducing broth using a small stone. Removing the herbs and placing them on a flat rock, he begins to crush them into a powder, his back towards Konner as he does so. "...not nursemaid," he grumbles to himself as he works.

Konner had crawled half way to the rock when the big hare came in. He freezes, eyes darting back to the bowl when he hears the command, and twists to sit upright, setting his bad leg straight out. He gives what he believes is an easy smile (in reality it's a grimace) and leans back against a large stone, trying to appear relaxed even as the stench of toad reaches his nose. "Wot? Daresay ya' a sight fo' sore eyes, eh?" Plan foiled, for now, the injured hare makes his slow way back to the moss bed and grabs the bowl, holding it up. "So, wot's in this anyhow? Tryin' t'fatten me up 'efore ya eat me, wot?"

Dominik smirks to himself as he listens to the injured hare, the larger hare working quietly for a few moments as he smashes up the herbs. Reaching over, he grabs a nearby flagon of water, pouring the herbs in before pouring the water in. He mixes it up with a stick, swirling it around til the concoction is well mixed. The offered question is ignored for the time being, as Erg finally turns and brings the mug over to Konner. He sets it down rather forcefully beside him. "Drink. Bring down fever." He gives Konner a glare for a moment, before he turns to attend to other business, tromping across the cave. Finally, his comment is addressed, in a low, rumbly tone. "If vanted to eat, vould have done so. Is not toad. Too bony." That last part was more than likely a terrible attempt at a joke. Or was it?
"Food is food. Do not vant to vaste, so... eat." he repeats, it still sounding like a command.

Either way, Konner responds with a laugh that sounds more like a bird dying, forced as all getout. "Righto!" He looks down at the mug, still holding the bowl. "Right away, wot." Scrunching his eyes closed, he takes a tentative sip from the bowl, then, after smacking his lips, he finishes it in one or two goes - he hasn't had a proper meal in at least three days after all. "So... this, well, toad, wot?" Setting the bowl down even as he picks up the mug, he peers down into the liquid. "Dare I say this smells like th'death."

Dominik gives a satisfied nod as Konner finally finishes what's in the bowl... it was basically a broth with a few vegetables Erg had found out in the marshes... various types of carrot and onion, as well as a leafy thing or two. All in all it was certainly palatable. The herb-drink, however, is a different story. Hey, they always say the things that taste the worst are the best for you, so... "If not drink, vil know vat death smell like." Perhaps that sounded a little more threatening than Erg intended. Still, it was true... fevers are not things to mess with, especially out in the middle of a swamp. "Drink." He points at the mug and gives Konner a scowl. "Sooner is better, sooner can leave." The large hare makes his way back over in the direction of the fire. He gives a smile in the direction of the toad skeleton. Obviously, the food and drink still remain near it, however, Erg seems to see things differently. "Blorg finish food before you. Is shame. Is slow eater...."

"Well, I think I already know wot bloomin' death smells like!" Konner wrinkles his nose - whether at the dead toad or medicine is hard to tell. But he complies, pinching his snout closed and taking a deep gulp. Making a face, he takes more. "Bah. Can't say ya cookin's th'greatest, wot." Complaints aside, he does finish the medicine as quick as he can. "Sooner I'm better, eh?" He wiggles his splinted leg. "Sorry t'tell ya tha'll be longer than ya expect." Setting the mug down, he leans back turning his head to the skeleton and not asking who Blorg is. Despite reclining the hare is clearly tense. "So, if'n ya'not gonna eat me, why are ya helpin' me? Ya've got 'are ears, an' a 'are tail, wot, so I'd assume ya're an 'are like me, eh?"

Dominik reaches down and removes the bowl and the mug from in front of Blorg, and the hare takes it back over towards the back of the cave where he'd put together the medicine. Setting them down on the rock shelf there, he mutters softly to himself; he is fully aware of the fact that he'd likely have the company of his chatty hare for awhile due to his leg... after all, he can't just send him back out into the swamp. Despite everything that's happened, he is still a Patrol hare at heart. He doesn't answer the question at first, busying himself with... just trying to look busy, it seems. Perhaps he is trying to avoid conversation, it was certainly a lot easier when his guest was unconscious. Heading back over towards the fire, he reaches down and picks up the toad skeleton, setting him in a different location on the other side of Konner. Finally, he grumbles... "Cannot leave hare out to die. Vould not be right thing... to do." He lifts his gaze and rests it on Konner. "Is not hare, like you. Is Erg. Toad-slayer."

Konner chuckles despite everything, covering his eyes with his forearm as he lies on his back. "Rrriiight. Whateveh ya say." The chatty hare decides to give up on conversation for a bit, as this 'Erg' has clearly lost his marbles (to him, at least), and instead turns on his side to stare at the bones. He reaches out a paw to prod the skeleton, pushing it gently away from him. "Already 'ave enough nightmares already, wot - don' need ya to add t'them."

Dominik's eyes narrow as Konner reaches out to touch Blorg. His tone hardens immediately as he gives the other hare a glare. "No. Do not touch," he warns. "Blorg vil move... ven Blorg vants to move." His arms fold across his broad chest, as he stares at Konner with that unnerving stare. It is pretty obvious that the imposing hare has a couple of screws loose, for sure, but in general he seems to be relatively harmless, in the current context of things. Once it is clear to him that Konner understands, he relaxes a little. "Is... sorry. Blorg... has been through things. Is... a little nervous... around strangers." Erg slowly rises from his seat, and begins to fuss about the place again, his back turning to Konner. The other hare can clearly see the empty sword-sheath that remains there, something that Dom had never removed at all, even having left his sword behind at the mountain. "Vil let sleep. Is needed, has been through a lot. Sleep... is good."

Ears flattening to the back of his head, Konner jerks away from 'Blorg', panic in his eyes. However, that gives way to something else as he hears the apology and subsequent explanation. "Oh. Sure he is." He looks back at the skeleton, barely restraining a laugh. "Sure he is." With that out of the way, the hare adjusts himself to fit more comfortably on the moss bed to gaze up at the stone ceiling with a sigh. "Sleep is good, ya say? Well, probably won' find any argument 'ere, wot."

Dominik gives Konner a glance back over his shoulder, giving him another stare, before he turns back towards the dead toad he had brought in when he'd arrived. It more than likely would be a good time for Konner to try and sleep now, as the large hare grabs a sharp stone and begins to, er... 'process' the body of the toad, cutting into it with a disturbingly practiced ease. He'd spent most of his time out here doing this, and so it comes quite easily to him. Luckily, Erg is facing away from Konner and the fire, so not much of it can really be seen. It is pretty obvious what is happening though, as the smell isn't really the best, either. "Leg vas hurt very bad. Infected vounds. Fever. If not get caught in Erg trap, vould not have survived..." he states, rather bluntly.

"Oh, I knew tha', wot." Konner says from were he lies, still staring upwards. The repugnant smell from the toad causes him to gag a bit, but he holds it in. Sleep might be best for now, but the hare is going to have some trouble - the noise the toad body makes and the stench coming off it are distracting, to say the least. "So, well, ''Erg,"'' Konner starts quietly, trying to take his mind off what is being done, "Ya accent, wot - think I knew a 'are, er, well, ''toad-slayer,'' who had one like ya, back at th'mountain..."

Dominik continues his work quietly for a little while, Konner's words going unanswered in this timeframe. Judging by his grim expression, however, the large hare certainly heard him. Perhaps he is thinking over his answer... perhaps he isn't exactly sure how to respond. Finally, after a long, tense stretch, Erg finally turns around. The front of the hare is spattered with pale yellow toad-blood, and he had freshened up the marks covering both his eyes. In his paws, he carries pieces of the toad's flesh, and he grabs a nearby sharp stick. Poking it through one of the pieces, he sets it over the fire to cook. "There are many vith accent, come from same places..." he replies, hesitantly. "Erg... is not only vun." He turns back away again to retrieve the rest of the dissected toad, a troubled expression crossing his scarred features.

The non-toad blood covered hare nods. "Oh. Righto." The tone of his voice sounds unconvinced. Konner wasn't aware of many of the hares who were around him when he was at the mountain on account of him not caring all that much, but he had heard - and seen - who he suspect 'Erg' is in action before. Paw covering his nose, the injured hare looks disgusted by both sight and sniff of the other hare. "Doesn' th'bloody smell get t'ya, wot?"

After awhile, the smell of the meat cooking makes the cave smell marginally better... it at least smells like some type of legitimate food. To the question, Erg tilts his head as he peers down at Konner with a look of curiosity. "...vat smell?" he asks, the hare either having become noseblind to it all, or... perhaps he really doesn't care. He'd been here on his own for awhile, and hadn't ever expected to have any visitors. He stares at the other hare, and Konner has the opportunity to get a better look at him being that he is fully illuminated by the fire. His torn and dirtied uniform is quite obvious, despite being quite filthy and mussed at this point, and he likely couldn't deny where he'd come from, as much as he tries. He more than likely just doesn't wish to discuss it. "Sleep," he repeats. "Erg... has things to do. Vil bring more food ven avake."

"Well, alright then." Konner mutters, closing his eyes. The smell is a lost cause. "I think when I go back ya should tag alon'." The hare is trying to accept his situation and doing his best to ignore the his surroundings. Soon, it pays off - he's drifting into sleep, breathing much more regularly.

Dominik makes sure to remove his food from the fire so it doesn't burn; he stares down at Konner, watching the other hare until he finally drifts off into sleep. "No," he mutters softly. "Dom is fine here. Vil stay." Lingering only another moment, the large hare finally ducks back out into the oncoming night, leaving the sleeping Konner with Blorg to watch over him.

== Drinking with a Major ==

[https://rwmuck.org/forum/viewtopic.php?id=1401| Originally posted by Ol'random]

The past few weeks had been hard on Terrence; the increased workload and the shoes he had to fill have been taking their toll on the still young hare. The relatively new sergeant hadn't a free breath since he'd reported for duty before sunrise this morning, and even now sat filling out forms and finalizing work that members of his unit had overlooked or handed in during the day. Slouched as he was in a large armchair by the fire one could mistake him for being off duty from a distance, what with his disheveled appearance and a quarter empty glass of scotch in one paw. However, his uniform tunic, while unbuttoned and loose, was still on his person with the linen shirt beneath it wrinkled but still respectably clean.

One beast who's no stranger to hard work is Major Varus, though the workaholic has been known to kick back and take a break every now and then. And this is one of those times. He's still short-staffed, like always, and having to deal with duties he'd normally delegate to underlings makes him weary. Leaning against the bar, he says, "Th' best wine y'got, an' be quick about it." The Private behind the bar nods and hurriedly fills his order.

Terrence barely registers the major entering, so intent as he is on his work. A light clank rings out as he sets the glass down, letting the page he'd been holding fall into his lap. With a groan the sergeant takes of his spectacles and rubs the bridge of his nose, somehow sinking even deeper into the cushioned chair.

Varus harrumps when his glass is brought. He sips, and sighs into the glass. "Y' evah been in th' officah's lounge, lad?" he asks the private, who shakes their head. "Nah, don't s'pose y' have. It's comfy. Nicer 'n' this room. But mah fellow officahs are a stuffy bunch at times. No... Y' get a bettah feel f'r th' pulse o' th' mountain in 'ere, wot." He takes another sip, while the Private secretly wishes Varus would move on. "That, an' at this time o' night th' lounge is bloody deserted..."

Peering over the edge of the armchair to give Varus a look over his spectacles, Terrence chuckles. "Well, Majah, I daresay that's why I'm in here at the moment." Paperwork momentarily forgotten, he stands, grabbing his drink and wanders over to the older hare. "So how've you been, wot? I've been too busy to keep up to date with the goings ons around here, sah..."

Varus casts a glance at the younger hare. Knocking back his glass, he drains it dry, then back to the counter. "More, Private." He sighs, looking weary. "Trying to work out mah patrol, wot. I 'ad t' promote Felicity, for 'er valor, but not a one o' mah Privates left are Corporal material. That, an' mah othah Corporal, Dominik, is out 'eavens know where doin' 'eavens knows wot. An' poor Konner is seemin'ly deceased... I already 'ad t' inform 'is parents, aftah th' search pahties turned up empty... None o' this is fun." Weirdly, he seems little disturbed by the transfer of Zolomon. Who says leaders don't play favorites. "Looks like I'll need t' wrangle in anothah temporary Corporal like Maxim was mah temporary Sahgeant..."

"I see. Give my congratulations to Felicity when you see her, please. " Terrence sets himself next to the major and holding his glass for a refill. "So, well, actually, sah, I've had a few ideas concerning pvt. Dom and all that." He takes a gulp once the scotch is refilled, muttering in a dark tone, "Might even be able to recover poor Konner's remains while we're at it, wot."

Varus harrumps, sipping from his re-filled glass. "Aye. Well, yahr a sahgeant now. Y' c'n speak freely. Wot ideas 'ave y' got?"

"Ah, right." Setting the now empty glass down, the sergeant leans his side on the counter to face Varus. "Right, majah. Well, firstly, get a small group together - volunteers and certainly no recruits - and prepare for a long trip into the marsh." Terrence gives a grim laugh. "With winter coming on we, as I can't imagine you'd sit this out, should be prepared for the cold and wet. Layers, backup clothes, and all that. The whole shebang, wot! We'll need mostly runners and trackers to well, track Dom down, but we should be prepared to spend quite a bit of time out there. Very basic, but if we prepare it all is should remain simple. As for convincing the private to come back himself, well, I'd imagine you've got that covered, sah."

"Do the scouts know how much of the marsh burned after we set it all on fire?" the Major asks. "That would 'elp narrow down th' search area, I should think... Y' got a good plan there."

Nodding, Terrence adjusts himself on the seat. "Right - I'll be sure to give the scouts an overview of that, wot. Eh, private, can I have water?" As the sergeant's request processed, he gives a wry grin."Perhaps it is good. Anyhare could've thought it up, though. The biggest point is simplicity and carefulness - less things that can go wrong will go wrong."

Varus scoffs. "Don't sell yahrself short, Lad. I think y've th' makin's of a bloody good tactician, wot. Given time, an' experience..." His sips his wine, letting his words sink in.

Terrence simply raises an eyebrow at the praise. "Perhaps..." He takes a long draft from the water before turning back to the counter and staring down. "Certainly I don't have much experience in fighting, wot. Really that deal in the swamp were the second and third battles I've been in."

Varus mmms, studying the nearly empty glass in his paw. "Y' fought well f'r one so young. Y' do yahr fam'ly name proud, wot. You'll gain more experience ovah time though. It's just paht o' th' job..."

"Well, thank you, Sah." Terrence replies with a slight grin that doesn't match his eyes. "Even if I haven't done anything for the Cadwallader name, I expect I will in future, wot, whether or not I want to, eh?" There's a more full laugh this time, but it soon dies out and the sergeant tilts back the water glass to finish the liquid off.

Varus mmms. "Aye, well... In due time. It'll 'appen, yah'll be an 'ero, ev'rybeast will cheer, th' whole shebang, wot. It's 'appened t' me enough times. 'Ave y' seen all mah bloody medals?"

"Yes, very shiny, wot." The sergeant gives a cheeky smile that's far more genuine than before. "Daresay I've seen them every time we've been out on parade!" Terrence adds a wink for good measure. "Bloody sun always reflects off them all into my eye, if you pardon me saying so, sah."

Varus harrumps, and actually chuckles, which the usually serious older hare rarely ever does. "Aye, th' bloody things blind me, too. An' they get rathah heavy aftah awhile. That's why I keep 'em in mah chambah." He finishes off the last of his wine with a gulp. "Got 'em all back when I took more risks an' acted more darin' 'n' fool'ardy, wot. They used ta give out medals f'r that, y' know..."

Terrence looks at him over his spectacles. "Oh, I know sah." A small sigh escapes him. "My father had his fair share of them for exactly that reason, wot."

Varus harrumps. He knew the elder Cadwallader back in the day. The two had never particularly got along with each other. "Ach, well... We all 'ad it in our 'eads that we were unbeatable, wot. An' we fought some wicked, wicked beasts. Pirates, slavahs... Vermin all. But yahr fathah was, indeed, among th' most driven..."

"You could say that again!" With a snort, Terrence shakes his head. "Daresay that's a nice way of putting it, wot. Eithah way I'd never argue he or you, sah, don't deserve them. Going up against Pirates and slavahs and all the rest like you - and him - did certainly is worthy of it all."

Varus waves a paw. "Eh, we did wot we 'ad to. As we 'ave for countless generations, all the way back t' the days o' Lord Brocktree, our foundah..."

Terrence gazes at his empty glass, holding it up. "I suppose that's true, isn't it? And - I'm hesitant to say hopefully here - it'll continue to be that way, wot. Hopefully meaning of course the Patrol continues doing what it does to the best of its abilities, not that the slavahs and their ilk keep at it."

Varus chuckles drily. "Aye, I 'ope yahr right, Lad. I 'ope yahr right. The mountain's been through rough times before, it'll go through roughah times in th' future. We just need t' be ready, wot."

"Yes, yes we do." Terrence says as he sets down the glass. "And I suppose the first ordah of business for that'll be to get poor Dominik back, wot."

Varus grimaces. "Aye. But I fear 'is problems go far deepah th'n goin' AWOL. I fear it's psychological..."

Leaning back with his paws on the countertop, Terrence sighs again. "Wot, with calling himself 'Erg' and all that?" The sergeant shrugs. "There's very, very little we can do if he remains out there as he is, psychological problems or no. Practically speaking, Sah, even if he's from the north the in winter away from the shore in the marsh could very well be harsh, and even someone as experienced as him might be caught out in the cold - I don't think he has any propah gear with him, if I'm being blunt, wot."

Varus sighs, and shakes his head. "They only went out f'r a bloomin' trainin' exercise, so 'e was definitely not prepared f'r this upcomin' wintah weathah. 'Owevah, if he's not found before the first snow... That's when 'm callin' th' search off..."

A scowl plays across Terrence's face for a brief moment but is soon suppressed with a grim nod. "Understood, sah." He waves the bartender over again, raising his empty cup. "I think I need another round of liquah before the night's done, wot."

Varus holds his own out as well. "Aye, Private. More o' th' good stuff." He leans over and whisper to Terrence, "There's actually much bettah stuff in th' officah's lounge. Us fogies hoard all th' good liquah..."

"Of course you lot do!" Terrence slams back the drink with a chuckle. "If it was to be kept down here it be gone like that!" The sergeant snaps his fingers. "I inherited a few good bottles myself in the past, apparently - have yet to dig them out, though, wot."

Varus glances at the other hare. "Inherited? Wot was th' occasion, if I might ask?"

"Ah." The hare looks down at his feet, shuffling them. "Well, the demise of my father last autumn, for one." Terrence raises paw up. "Before you worry 'bout me I've long dealt with his death, sah. Left me a vintage from the season I was born with instructions to only drink it when I have a leveret of my own." He laughs, dryly. "That's probably the most expensive one, wot."

Varus ahs, and nods. "Sorry t' hear it, Lad. I remembah when mah own Da passed. Quite a long time ago now..."

Terrence requests another drink from the private. "Thank you, majah." As discretely as he can, he looks Varus over as if trying to figure out how old the hare is and to guess exactly how long ago that was. "Still have my mother, wot, but, well, I'm not entirely sure what she's up to these days."

Varus is very definitely approaching his senior years. His fur is going grey around his temples, and he's not nearly as trim in the stomach as he once was. One is left to assume it happened more than a few seasons ago, possibly when Varus' second eldest son, Adrian, was still a leveret... Or possibly even before he was born. "Yahr Mothah 'asn't spoke t' you yet?" The Major sounds surprised. "She's been 'ere at the Mountain this whole time. She would've joined mah group o' veterans that rescued you lot from th' toads, but I'm afraid she was unable t' make it..."

"Lets just say our relationship is less than ideal for now, wot, and leave it at that." Terrence has nearly finished the refill by the point, bouncing one leg absentmindedly. "She hasn't gone out of her way to avoid me, at least. Just kept quiet, least 'round me that is."

Varus frowns. "Doesn't approve, eh?" Inwardly, he sighs. She's pushing her son away the same way he pushed Adrian. Clearly some great cosmic joke of the universe is trying to get the old hare re-evaluate his relationship with his son. He stares down at his empty glass, lost in thought.

Terrence exams his yet again empty glass. "Well, erm, eh, she hasn't approved much of anything I've done since I ran away when I was a leveret, wot."

"Aye, that'd do it," Varus agrees. 'Adrian didn't even do that, you old dunderhead,' he thinks to himself. "You came back, though..."

The glass has a small chip in the rim, Terrence notices, and he seems to find it quite fascinating. "Yes, yes it would." He finally answers, "And I did, I suppose - but that wasn't because of me all that much, wot. Poor brother died in an accident, wot."

Varus nods again. "I'm sure yahr parents didn't blame you, though..."

"I'd hope not, wot!" Terrence says, setting the glass down gently. "Some dumb recruit nailed him with a poorly thrown javelin. I ''couldn't'' have been blamed for the poor blighters death - I was at least a month away down south, wot..."

Varus hums, and rubs his chin. "That recruit's name didn't staht with a "Z," did it, by any chance?"

A rather mirthless chuckle escapes Terrence who shakes his head. "No, no, this was seasons before our good Zolomon decided to show up, wot - about five summers back. I nevah did look up the name of the hare who did, but I'd like to believe it really was an accident."

Varus frowns sharply. "I was retired at the time, so I'm afraid I know little of the incident. I'm sure the recruit was drummed out, 'owevah..."

"Well, it doesn't matter much any more, wot." The sergeant rests his elbows on the counter, ears falling back against his neck. "It really has been some time - I was barely a few seasons past being leveret at the time." Terrence looks over at Varus, his shoulders shrugging. "I'm afraid I haven't ever looked into the details myself - not that I want to, of course."

Varus nods grimly. "Good. Don't. An' that's an ordah. I may not be yahr direct superiah, but I am a superiah officah. If you look inta it, an' discovah that recruit was *not* drummed out... That 'e still serves 'ere... That 'e's one o' yahr superiahs, even... You know wot 'm bloody well sayin', Sahgeant..."

Nodding slowly in response, Terrence mutters, "Yes sah." Though he's soon laughing, leaning forward on his elbows and pushing the empty cup forward as if to ask for another drink. "Anyway, my luck might be that'll turn out the one who did that is a good friend of mine, wot, so don't you worry about me seeking vengeance and all that, wot, or looking any furthah into it - I haven't in the past seasons and I'm not about to, sah. I'm not as hothead as some othah hares 'round here, either, or at least I like to think I'm not."

Varus mmms. "Not strictly about revenge, son. Respect, too." He hands his empty glass to the bartender, seemingly through with drink for the night.

"Hmm. I suppose that's true, wot." Terrence eyes drift back to the large armchair were his paper work was left, and, after a deep sigh, the sergeant gets up. "Well, Sah, its been good talking to you, wot, but I have work to finish now. Have a good night, wot!" With a quick salute, he's off to pick up his things and finish them.

Varus nods. "Ach, I need to be gettin' t' bed mahself. Keep up th' good work, Sahgeant..." He makes his way out the door.

== Toad Talk ==
'''A few days after a promotion...'''

[https://rwmuck.org/forum/viewtopic.php?id=1402| Originally posted by Ol'random]

Cera is doing some training today. First she has done her sit-ups and push ups, and some running in place and now is working on some kicks and punches on one of the dummies set up in the room.

Since before the sunrise Terrence has been busy; having just come in from a short break after a run with some of the recruits, a water-skin in paw. He stands by the door, leaning against the wall to watch the hares in the room - including Cera, the sergeant realizes with some surprise, but he stays were he is, taking a long drink.

Cera is fairly good with her kicks, she could work better on punches though as she jumps backwards and does another punch to the dummy and then rubs her wrists a little. A small glance around the room to see what to work on next.

"A lighter jab might ease up the pain a bit, wot." Terrence dryly observes. "And a looser target - most beasts will move more with a punch than that dummy." The sergeant slings the water-pack over his shoulder as he comes over to the healer. "These are generally used for weapon practice, not paw-to-paw..."

Cera looks over and gives a quick salute when she sees the Sargent and nods "Yes sur... just getting some training in sur. I do admit I am a little rusty in training, but I think I am improving sur."

Nodding, Terrence replies, "I'd hope so. Though if I'm being honest, it seems to me most hares - myself included - have been a bit rusty in that area, wot! 'Specially considering recent events."

Cera nods. "The... toads... I have decided I dislike them and rather not see a toad again as long as I live, maybe we can even avoid the whole swamplands... maybe?"

"Maybe." The sergeant lets out a chortle. "But I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you, private." Terrence's expression grows more serious. "Toads have quite the nasty habit of bouncing back, and they positively ''adore'' causing us and other beasts trouble, wot."

Cera says, "But... why? I mean we done nothing to them then guess we were on what they see as their lands suppose."

Terrence looks at her over his spectacles. "Unfortunately I don't think I have an answer as to why, Cera. I honestly don't know if anyone knows why, including the toads, wot!"

Cera sighs as she nods, "Right... I best get to my room, still on house arrest." She groans "For a week yet." She walks off, she will be SO, SO glad when she can have some freedom.

== Caught out in the Rain ==
'''A week or so later...'''

[https://rwmuck.org/forum/viewtopic.php?id=1402| Originally posted by Ol'random]

There is a dark, overcast sky today, the heavy clouds above obscuring the sun and washing everything in a pale light. No rain or snow yet, however, and the wind isn't terrible - but it is chilly. Despite the day's cold a column of hares are making jogging down shore, leaving two lines of paw prints behind them. At the head is sergeant Terrence Cadwallader, stripped down to his undershirt to cool off from the long run, who takes a sip of water from the water-skin slung over his shoulder.

Zolomon has done some jogging and now watches the privates and recruits jog now. He yawns a little as its been a long day today.

"Quick pace! ''Hop to it!"'' Terrence calls back to the hares behind him, some of whom groan. "It's only been ten leagues, wot! You lot should be better than that!" The sergeant certainly isn't stopping anytime soon even as waves crash and the wind starts to pick up again.

Zolomon watches and grins. "I remember when I ran and jogged a lot, don't as much now."

The sergeant glances at him. "Well, corporal, why don't join us?" Terrence gestures behind him. "Need someone at the rear to keep the stragglers at bay. Should be rather easy for you, being so fast, wot." He adds with a grin.

Zolomon chuckles and decides to join them, he encourages a couple privates to get up and move a little faster "Just think of it this way chaps and lasses... a good hot meal afterwards awaits!!"

"If the weather hold up..." Terrence mutters, having heard the corporal. Indeed, the wind is colder than before and the sergeant feels it, shivering. In spite of this, he looks over his shoulder at the fourteen or so hares. "You heard Zolomon! A hot meal and drinks await us back at the mountain!"

Zolomon nods as he does need to slow a little for the hares and even jobs backwards a little making one private laugh a little before he does a sort of somersault and is going the right way again. "Moving also keeps one warmer." He states as he moves along.

Hearing the laugh, Terrence looks back again in time to see the somersault. "Bloody show off!" The sergeant laughs. "Not all of these hares as spry as you, corporal! Don't want to make 'em feel too bad, wot." He turns forward again, keeping an eye on the sea - in the distance one can just make out rain hitting the waves. "Come on! Double quick-step, or you'll get caught in the drizzle!"

Zolomon nods. "Just some fun." He may of went up in rank but he can still have fun once in a while, though he has grown in the fact he rarely does much what he use to see as fun, he use to do a lot of cartwheels or somersaults, going backwards... now not much at all. "Yeah cold rain isn't too fun to be jogging in, thar will be times you will have to jog in it though."

"Like right now..." A grim smile spreads across Terrence's face as the first few droplets hit him. Luckily, the mountain can be seen rapidly rising in the distance. "There it is! Home sweet home." The group had been jogging since before the sunrise and even the sergeant was beginning to feel tired.

Zolomon nods as he makes sure the privates stay at a good pace along the beach, "I think they did fairly well."

Shrugging the sergeant glances back at him again. "That depends on if we can make it back before the rain really kicks up." Being in sight of the mountain, Terrence isn't all that worried about being caught in bad weather, but he is still wary. "When we get back before you lot eat change into dry clothes and wash up. That's an ordah!"

Zolomon grins as goes a little faster, it does help the hares go faster now as well, one does fall on their face so Zolomon goes to help them up, makes sure they are okay and then jogs on so he is still in the back, no one else is behind so this is good.

With a sigh when he hears the recruit fall Terrence continues to lead the hares onward. "Bloody hoped we'd be beyond that by now, wot..." He mutters to no-one as the rain starts falling in full. It feels like daggers with how they're rushing towards the mountain, but it can't be helped.

Zolomon looks up, they are close to getting back now as he smiles. "Almost to the jolly entrance!! Let's go... chin up, almost done."

Terrence has been keeping his head down and ears flat to lessen the impact of the water droplets while keeping watch on were the group is going, avoiding any patches of sand that seems too wet or loose.

As the rain starts coming down harder Zolomon frowns and then gets the hares to move even faster. "Inside... go on, double time lads and lasses!" So he does have a commanding voice when needed, he's getting better at being a corporal.

== "I'm not joinin' the club and confessin' tah love yah." ==
'''A prelude to the attempt to find Dom...'''

[https://rwmuck.org/forum/viewtopic.php?id=1407| Originally posted by Ol'random]

"Oh, come off it! I gave you the list of wot's needed three days ago." From the kitchens Terrence's voice drifts out, approaching the mess hall. "We can't have perishables or heavy things - need to be able to carry it all!" The sergeant appears then, revealed by the now open door. Technically he is in uniform but his main tunic is unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders to ward off the heat of the cooking and revealing the linen shirt beneath. Looking back towards some kitchen aid, he adds, "Either way, I'd like you to help find it all, wot. I need to eat now." There's a distinct sway to his walk as he searches for a seat, with the bags under his eyes a tell-tale sign of tiredness.

Zolomon walks in as he fixes the collar on his own uniform. A small group of Privates follow him as he smiles. "Yes lunch break, you may go eat 'tis fine." He gets some smiles and a thank you, a salute even as he chuckles, he needs to get use to that still. He sits down in a chair nearby after getting some soup, a roll, salad and a bit of pie with something to drink.

Every long trek out should start with a good meal. That was Greg's firm belief and he's already settled in having started early. It took some arguing with the healers before they agreed with him going, he didn't give them much choice in the matter and the heated conversation had ended with one of them volunteering to be a medic for the trip. He started that mess, he was going to help fix it. His ears perked to Terrence's difficulties and Zolomon's arrival but he was busy eating and silently watching the room while he went through his own thoughts.

"No, I can't bloody well stay an' watch m'sistah! I can't ''stand'' the weepin' anymore," Felicity tells a leveret caretaker as they both enter the room. The newly-minted Sergeant is doggedly avoiding wearing her new uniform as much as possible, including right now, instead opting for one of her battered and patched outfits, the shirt of which used to belong to her mother. The caretaker says something, and the Runner shakes her head. "I '''ave'' t'go 'elp get Dom back. Julia'll nevah forgive me if I don't try t'bring 'er friend back." She manages to lose the other hare in the crowd, sitting next to Greg and burying her head in her arms with a groan.

Gaze drifting lazily over the room, Terrence considers his options. Zolomon or the privates, no good; too close to work for him to enjoy the break. There's Greg - he's always good to have a meal with. And then there's Felicity, too. He falters then, having a moment of indecision, before standing up straighter and coming up to the two. "Good day today, eh? Mind if I sit?" Admittedly more of his attention is on Felicity than Gregorian, but he hopes the lieutenant will forgive him for that.

Zolomon hasn't noticed Felicity yet as he is eating soup and looking over a couple papers he has, yes he has paperwork now and he is getting these couple he has done before heading on out for the mission they will be doing later on. He already has stuff he needs put aside, he just has to grab it on the way out. He takes a bite of pie as he reads and jolts down something.

Gregorian's ears twitch this way and that as he picks up on various chatter including Felicity's woes though it's not until Felicity appears next to him that he glances over from his food and after a pause offers a greeting grunt. He's in a serious, thinking mood, the grunt seems to be all they're getting at first until Terrence approaches too and Greg looks up again. He gestures at a chair with his fork and there's another grunt before he clears his throat and sits up a little since words are probably starting to be require. "Sit as yah like. Anymore tah join or has the popularity of my table reached it's peak?"

Felicity groans again. "I sweah, if we don't bring Dom back, Julia's gonna whine and wail and weep me t'death." She gestures vaguely, probably inviting Terrence to go ahead and sit, although she hasn't lifted her head up from the crook of her elbow. Greg's grunts were probably just fine conversation wise right now.

Zolomon does glance over at the other table but has this annoying paperwork he has waited on, so he needs that done before he really has free time, or least free time till they go look for Dom. He drinks some of his drink, a bite of roll and finishes the first paper as he smiles, on to the second paper.

Terrence does sit, with a an apologetic laugh and shrug to Greg. "Sorry, can't say much to that." As he relaxes into the seat, the hare tilts his head to one side looking at Felicity. "Well, everything that I know is in place - if things go off without a hitch, I think we can find him. Hare that big can't be too difficult to spot, so Julia might quiet up before she kills you, wot." His eyes dart to the table briefly, highly aware of Greg's presence, then back to the lamenting doe. "Er, Felicity? I wanted to let you know something." He sincerely hopes she can pick up on his meaning as he never was good with words around her.

Gregorian hrms as talk turns to the task at hand. "We'll our best and wotevah we can tah find him and get him home again." he's had too much experience to promise everything will be fine but they'll try. He glances at Terrence, squints, frowns slightly and then with a grunt he's back to his food. He also knows when not to get involved.

Felicity finally looks up at Greg. "Oh, I know. An' I'm comin, if only to tell m'sistah that I tried. Dom's m'friend, as well as a fellow Patrollah, an' I refuse t'just leave 'im out there when I can at least try t' 'elp." She looks over at Terrence. "Oh, yeah? Whot's that?" No, she really doesn't have any idea. This kind of stuff isn't something she's good at. He's gonna have to spit it out.

Zolomon seems hard at work and then chuckles, "Done... yes... take that ya paperwork." And the privates stare at him as he clears his throat and lays the paper work aside. "It's a good thing to get paper work done and on time too."

A look of deep gratitude for Gregorian on Terrence's face is replaced by something far more akin to panic at Felicity's words. "Ah. Right, well, eh," He lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "You probably never noticed because I'm dreadful at all this but I've always had a thing for you, wot." With one elbow on the table he's turned to the doe fully, doing his best not to consider how public the conversation is. To his credit, the next words are delivered with far less hesitant than previously: "As in, well, I quite like you, Felicity. That's wot."

Gregorian gives his food a very flat look and stabs it with a fork. He says nothing, not even a grunt. He's hoping they'll just pretend he's not there, be all happy and move on swiftly without needing him for anything. Mentally he's grumbling to whatever afterlife he believes, something along the lines of 'I hope you're happy, I'm going to be out patrolling with this' runs through his head as he can just imagine his old mate laughing his head off.

Felicity blinks as surprise and possibly mild shock take hold. "Uh..." is her graceful and eloquent reply. "Um... thanks, um, thanks f'r tellin' me," she says, although it sounds a bit more like a question. "Um..." Could this day get any more awkward? Oh, yeah, and she's going on a rescue mission with Terrence later. Oh, boy.

Zolomon chuckles again as the privates just go back to eating their meal. He stands and goes to bring the papers to Greg, they are completed so no need to add extra to it as he lays them beside the hare and just happens to look over at Felicity and Terrance and tilts his head "Is... every thing okay?"

Leaning his chair back Terrence plasters a forced smile on his face, self aware enough to recognize just ''how'' awkward this all is, especially with Greg sitting quietly right next to them. "Well..." The sergeant begins, after a long pause. "Perhaps this wasn't the best time, wot." The forced smile transforms into something more genuine - up until Zolomon comes over. "Uh. Hullo there, corporal." The look on his face now somewhere between horror and amusement, and soon a hearty laugh escapes from him with no explanation other than the absurdness of it all.

Gregorian has never been more happy to see paperwork in his life. He takes it with a grateful nod and stands looking over it. He might not need to do anything with it but he's going to read it intently. "Terrence was just tellin' Felicity how he likes her." Greg replies flatly to Zolomon without looking up... He pauses. Why did he say that? Why is he getting himself involved?! He blames Fred. Ghostly influences from the past are terrible trouble makers.

Felicity looks up at Zolomon. "Um, I think so?" When Terrence starts laughing, she chuckles a little too, until Greg spills the proverbial beans, and then she's flushing very deeply. "Oh, 'Eavens..." she looks up at her fellow Runner, then back at her fellow Sergeant. Finally she looks up at Greg with a look that says 'help.' He's getting involved whether he likes it or not.

Zolomon listens carefully as Greg speaks the words, he seems to think on the words and looks at Terrance, then Felicity and is just so very quiet.The look on his face seems sort of like shock or he heard something wrong.Maybe he did as he does only have one ear but it usually hasn't been a problem, "Oh... sur... he... did sur... ummmm." He just seems to focus on the fork beside Greg, is that a good or bad thing, "Well... so the papers thar, they are like... ya know, done and ya get less work so that's a nice, a good thing.." He looks at Felicity as she speaks to him and takes a deep breath. "I think? Umm... yes, I mean, of course I think... or I be... well... dead and surely don't want... death, then who, who does... and..." He coughs a little as he just stares at Felicity. "And... I think... umm... on wot?" Oh yeah the fact Terrance likes Felicity. "I think... that... you're... I mean... I..." He then frowns, he sighs and looks at... the fork again, then frowns. "I'm sorry I just..."

Terrence is also staring at Greg, though instead of help the look is utter horror. "S-sah?" He chokes out, eyes darting from the lieutenant, to Zolomon, and finally to Felicity. It seems he has no other words at the moment, beyond a mouthed, ''"Sorry."'' to the other sergeant. When Zolomon starts babbling, he winces (remembering how Zolomon acts around Felicity), giving the corporal an apologetic look. He's been doing that a lot lately. Opening his mouth as if to say something, he thinks better of it as silence might go over easier than putting his foot in his mouth again.

Gregorian glances skywards with a very quiet mutter, "When I get up there..." he has no actual threats for ghosts he'd genuinely just be happy to see though. Alright, this is all horrible awkward. He doesn't look directly at any of them so he doesn't really see Felicity's plead for help or Zolomon's idolizing of his fork. ''"Anyway,"'' he says very firmly, "Tahdays is marchin' ordahs. Are we ready and equipped tah go?" he volunteers for anything that still needs doing that will mean he has to go somewhere else. Literally anything.

Felicity notes Zolomon eyeing the fork, and she nabs it before he can do anything with it. And of course the older hare isn't helping her at ALL. "I 'onestly don't know whot t'say or do right now, an' I'm sorry. I've nevah 'ad t'deal with this evah in m'life. 'Ow m'oldah brothah dealt w'this is beyond me..." she adds with a mutter.

Zolomon nods first to Greg, "Yes sur. This mission be important and I know that. I am sure we will find him, and find him alive. Dom is a tough beast and smart enough to stay outta trouble sur... and I can even help ya double check supplies we are taking with us... sur." He looks at Felicity and frowns, he then speaks. "Felicity... I..." A deep breath, "You're... amazing, your eyes sparkle and your just so full of life sometimes, when I was down for a while ya helped me feel better with a smile, a pat on the shoulder and... you're smile its just..." He smiles now himself, "You're so..." He just says it, "Beautiful when you smile, and I remember that race to see who was faster and we both was. That was fun and I even thought of asking you to dinner and why didn't I... I don't rightly know maybe I was afraid, or... and... in the swamps those toads... I was so worried after they dragged me away... ya know, maybe I could escape I thought... ya know get help for you and the others... I... I can't image a world without you in it, that world would be horrible and empty because..." It's simple he thinks, simple words, so hard to say. "Because... I... I love you... now please excuse me I need to make sure those supplies are ready for our mission, like I said I would."

''"Ah. Yes."'' There's a higher than usual pitch in Terrence's voice, even if he's thankful for Greg's distraction, if only briefly. "The gear's been all laid out in the meeting room, sah." The sergeant, after the fork is moved and Zolomon starts confessing things, rests both elbows on the table, taking off his spectacles with one paw and rubbing the bridge of his snout with the other. "Quite a lot to say there, don't you?" Having listened to the corporal's speech, there's a neutral note to his voice as he says it. It's soon dropped with a sigh, however, as he falls into a bit of melancholy. "Daresay I haven't dealt with this either, Felicity, though all I can say now is that I'm the one who should be rather sorry about causing..." He swallows, head still bowed and waves a paw in the other hares' various directions. ''"This."'' Seems I made a right mess of things is left implied, but unsaid.

It just got worse! Greg pulls a face as Zolomon starts confessing feelings too. His lips purse as it all comes out. He just rests his face in a paw as Terrence starts to speak and he gives up entirely at trying to think of a way out. There's a pause after the bucks are done before he looks up briefly to Felicity. "Don't yah start lookin' at me now, I'm not joinin' the club and confessin' tah love yah." he says before his head returns to his paw.

Felicity blushes deeply and buries her face in a paw, too. "Don't apologize," she says in a muffled way. She sits up as Greg speaks and scowls at him. After a moment of thinking, she points at Zolomon. "Sit." She points to the chair next to Terrence before pointing at him in turn, "Put y'glasses back on." She points at Greg. "Please sit an' be a witness. I'm not askin' y't'get any more involved than that, Sah." She crosses her arms, lips pursed, obviously expecting to be obeyed. Since the two younger bucks just told her they love/like her, it would probably be good for them to listen right now.

Zolomon sits down slowly in the chair that is pointed to. Paws folded in his lap he just is silent and waits, his good ear listening to what is to be said now.

For good or ill, Terrence had already decided to ride this train to the end back when he first sat down. He remains were he is, giving Greg a shrug as he puts his spectacles back on as ordered by Felicity. "Well, I'm not planning on going anywhere any time soon, wot." A slight grin plays at the corners of his mouth as he turns all his attention on the doe. "I've dug this grave myself after all."

Gregorian grunts as he's told to bare witness. He's not objecting but being surrounded by young love and drama brings out the grumpy old buck in him. He lowers his paw so he can see Felicity and watch though he looks a little grouchy about it.

Felicity sighs. "Look. I dunno whot t'say t'eithah of you, although I am grateful y'trusted me enough t'tell me that. I think I need some time t'process this. So can we set this all aside until we bring Dom back?" She takes a deep breath and adds, "An' th'thing I want Greg 'ere for is that from th' time we get back, you two are t' 'elp me take care o' m'sistah. No mattah whot 'appens, she 'as t'approve o' the 'are I marry someday, an' I'm not sure who that's gonna be," she adds quickly, hoping she's not hurting either of them. "If y'want t'try and form a relationship with me like that, y' 'ave t'prove that y'good with Julia in th'long run. Clear?" And she may or may not have just gotten two free babysitters to help her. Hey, awkwardness can bring great good. Yay!

Zolomon nods. "Understandable... and ya have a point, your sister is ya family and so that's important. And I am okay with helping ta watch her when I can."

"Crystal." Terrence replies, nodding, though he manages to sink into his chair. He's rather squeamish at all the mentions of love and marriage, the tips of his ears going red. "I won't mention this out in the field, wot. Not at all." A recruit comes over to the table, coughing politely. "Uh, Sahs?" They say, saluting, "Everythin's been prepared f'your expedition, wot!"

Gregorian grunts again but this time sounds a little more hopeful and mutters, "Sensible." now if they can ignore all this for a few days, weeks or however long it takes to find Dom and get him back, hopefully without another declaration of love from him, they might just survive this. He nods once to the recruit. "Good. About time." where were they five minutes ago before all this came out?

Felicity nods. "Good. 'Cause I ain't gonna court or date or whatevah a beast without the intent o' marriage, and m'sistah 'as t'be involved in that." She looks up as the Recruit speaks, and she stands. "I s'pose this means I needta change into m'new uniform, huh?" she grumbles. "Good thing I 'ave everythin' else packed an' ready t'go, wot!"

"Indeed." A part of Terrence wonders the same thing as Greg (where were they?) as the recruit exits, and he stands too. "I need to change as well, I think. At least get my rapier in place, wot." There's a brief glance back at the kitchens once he realizes he never ate, but that can come later. "Anyway, Lieutenant, Felicity, Zolomon, I expect to see you all in a bit!" All embarrassment and awkwardness gone from him, the sergeant turns on his heel and heads for the door.

= Section III: Return =
In an attempt to rescue Rct. K. Attenborough and retrieve Pvt. D. Kasimir, the Long Patrol ventured once again into the swamps...

== Erg the Blog-Slayer, Round VI: Hospitality Scorned ==

[https://rwmuck.org/forum/viewtopic.php?id=1406| Originally posted by Ol'random]

In the cold, still air a distant cry of a crow rings out, its sharp caw barely muffled by the chilled marshlands, the only sign of life in the burned out swamp beyond a rare bubble rising from the depths. Frost from the morning still remains even as the sun starts to dip behind the distant dunes though the pools of muck and mud have yet to ice over even this late into November. Still, if a hare were to fall into the pits they'd certainly ''feel'' like they broke through ice. Despite this uninviting weather and similar landscape hares are marching onwards, having begun their slow trek from the mountain of Salamandastron some time ago.

Weighed down by double the standard equipment they step along in pairs lead by scouts who know the safest route, with standing orders to not deviate from the path lest somebeast sinks into the cool mush surrounding them.

Bringing up the rear Terrence wraps a blanket he's using as a shawl closer about his shoulders. Ears flat against his neck in an effort to conserve heat, the sergeant bites his lip, raising his head to peer forward towards the rock outcrop that is their destination- too distant for his liking, the hares have been moving slower than expected. Cupping both paws around his mouth to project, he barks out, ''"OI! Quick pace you lot! Gotta at least set up tents 'efore light 'n' warmth are gone!"''

Gregorian is cold but as far as he's concerned being uncomfortable with the weather is just part of being on patrol. He braves the weather with mostly just stubbornness. He barks a laugh at Terrence's words. "There was nevah any warmth tah begin with!" he's actually in a better mood since they left the mountain. Partly because it distracts from the awkwardness, partly because he hasn't been on a proper patrol in years. He's keeping up with the group alright though his pegleg is a bit more susceptible to cutting straight through the mud. He's got his cane out of his belt to try and help with that a bit or at least make it easier to poke it around and find the firmer bits to step on.

Zolomon walks along and keeps an eye out for any trouble as they head into the swamplands. He disliked this place before the toads, but least they have a better idea of where things are, or they should anyways.

Felicity is in her new Sergeant uniform, with thermals on under her pants. She is also wearing a hat of the same colour as her uniform, and a quilted uniform jacket, although it still has appliqués of her Corporal rank on it -- she hasn't yet had time to change it to her current rank. Tugging her uniform gloves on a bit more snugly, she readjusts her backpack. "Aye, go fastah, wot! 'Tisn't on m'list o' things I'd like t'do, settin' up tents in th'dahk, wot! Step lively now! But f'r th'love, be careful!" She pulls a Private from their perilous almost step off the path. "Stay on track, lassie," she adds more gently, although it's still obviously an order.

Some distance away from the intrepid group of Patrollers, Dom... or Erg, as he is now known, of course... sits within the small cave he'd found shelter in, a small fire having been set which he'd been able to maintain rather well throughout the time he'd been there. It managed to keep out most of the chill in the air, and that was certainly a good thing since the large hare was still only clad in his torn Patrol uniform. He had definitely begun to undergo another change, however... his normally mahogany fur had begun to take on a very evident tinge of white as his winter coat had begun to come in. It only made the hare look all the more unusual. Poking at the fire with a stick held in his paw, Erg stares down into said fire, occasionally glance up to grin over at the toad-skeleton that sits nearby. Konner has mostly been ignored, for the most part, Erg only tending to him to check his healing wounds and to change the dressings if need be. Otherwise, he mostly remained silent, every now and then simply sitting there and staring at the other hare. "Hrm," he chuckles. "Take look at this, Blorg..." He nods towards the fire, and how it makes a large shadow on the wall of the toad-skeleton. "Is you, but... bigger."

Konner is perfectly happy being ignored, feigning sleep as he is. The private clutches the rock he plans to use for... something... as he keeps his breathing steady and even. While 'Erg' has been relatively helpful, that doesn't stop the hare from being terrifying especially with all the conversations with the literal pile of bones he has. And the shadow puppetry. So Konner waits for his moment to strike and run.

If the chill air is bothering Terrence he doesn't outright say so, instead falling in step next to the lieutenant, "We've been a lot slower than I'd like, wot. Might not reach the rocks before sunset." His breath fogs up his spectacles and he brings a gloved paw up to wipe them off, looking up towards the clear sky. "The temperature's going to drop quite a lot tonight, and I for one don't want to be caught out in the open like this. Even if its bloody cold right now it'll be nothing once we're freezing our ears off in the night, wot."

Gregorian gets a little annoyed when his leg sinks in the mud again but he was getting plenty of practice pulling it back out again. "I know Sargent. No need tah worry though. The ground's firmah with the cold and we know more about the paths through this place now than we have done in years thanks tah the trainin'. We all know wot we're doin', I reckon we could get a camp set up in minutes."

Zolomon nods. "So far, so good sur... though quiet is not always good."

Felicity scowls. "I did not wish t'be out 'ere in this freezin' weathah aftah dark... rathah be 'idin' in a tent undah blankets... oooh, an' I'm prob'ly gonna get stuck doing guard duty at some point..." She continues to chunner to herself under her breath, interspersed with advice for the Privates and Corporals with them. A couple of them have never really done much outside of the Mountain, while the Runner Sergeant has done almost everything she's ever done in the Patrol outside the confines of Salamandastron. She's trying to gently share her hard-learned experience with those under her care.

Dominik is perfectly content at the moment watching the projected shadow on the wall of the cave. Reaching out his paw, he makes one of Blorg's arms move up and down, which in turn makes the shadow's arm move as well. The large hare seemingly gets a huge kick out of this, the grin evident upon his muzzle. It also may be the distraction that Konner needs, as Erg isn't fully paying attention to him and has no idea that the other hare is clutching a rock in his paw. I mean, why would he want to leave? They have everything they need right there, after all! "Hah! Blorg is waving..." he chuckles, before poking at the fire again with the stick and stoking the flames. He eventually tosses the stick in as well. "Blorg. If Erg has not said before, vil let you know. Is best friend. Vil not leave Erg's side, even ven get cold. Erg appreciate." The large hare has no idea that, some distance away, the other Patrollers are huddled in the cold in preparation to search for him. What he does know, is all his various traps had been set in the area leading up to his cave, and they are simply waiting to be stumbled into. ;)

Varus's long ears perk and he looks over at Felicity. "Sahgeant... Do I heah complainin' in our midst?" The Major is actually dressed somewhat more warmly than the rest, owing to the cold doing a number on his old joints. "Wot 'ave I always said about complainin'?"

With a cough that might be real, Konner mutters something to himself about Blorg, rock still in paw. He shifts, trying his best to get Dom, or 'Erg' nearby. "Wa-water..." He croaks out, doing what he can to sound absolutely pitiful.

Terrence's gaze falls on Zolomon in front of him when Greg says everyone. "Perhaps I'm worrying too much, wot." Indeed, even now the rocks appear far closer than before. "But knowing our luck..." Raising his voice, he calls out to the corporal, "Quiet's better than croaking, wot! Toads are more than likely sleeping with the cold and all. We won't have to worry much, I suppose!"

"WOT IN TH' BLAZ-?" Of course it just so happens that at the moment the words leave the sergeant one of the scouts leading the march is hoisted with a yelp by his ankle and is left dangling upside down in a tree, with his partner calling for a halt and help next to him.

Gregorian does at least have a good coat over his uniform. It's old but warmer than nothing and waterproof. "We've had worse starts tah a patrol." he doesn't elaborate on how because that would be jinxing it but then the shouting happens anyway. He was already alert but now his ears flick in every direction and he draws the blade from inside the cane in his paws as he hurries forwards and then halts the moment they're told to. A deep frown crosses his face as he looks at the upside down hare. "Hell. We're goin' tah need tah watch our steps. The toads weren't settin' traps before but they are now." it never crosses his mind that it could be Dom setting them.

Zolomon lays a paw on his longbow, he did bring it and the saber he has as well, just in case as he looks around carefully. He walks slowly and hmmms. He unknowingly barely avoids a trap himself.

Felicity had been in front, so she's a little surprised the Major even heard her. "Well, Sah..." But the shouting interrupts her, and as she darts forward to help, she falls into a pit trap just as the scout yells at everyone to halt. Shouting and cursing, the haremaid slips to the bottom of the pit and then screams as she comes face to face with the skeleton of a toad... which she immediately beheads before even thinking. After a few breaths, she sheaths her sword and shouts up to her fellow Patrollers, "Oi, could somebeast 'elp me outta Dom's Pit o' Frights?" There's no doubt in her mind as to who and what made these traps now that she's seen one of the surprises in store for those who get caught in them.

Dominik's ears perk as he hears the croaking voice immediately nearby, and he stares wide-eyed at Blorg, perhaps thinking that the toad-skeleton had just asked for water. "...Blorg. Just gave vater, does not need more..." he frowns. "I..." His eyes then fall on Konner, and the realization hits him. "Oh. Er. Yes. Vil get... vater." The large hare slowly pushes himself up to his full height, his ears barely brushing the ceiling of the cave as he does so. He makes his way over to the far wall, where he keeps most of his supplies, and he picks up the small flagon containing fresh water he had gathered earlier. He makes his way back over towards Konner, then leans down and holds the flagon out to him...unwittingly giving the other hare a target. "Here..."

Varus raises a paw. "Everybeast, halt! There's pits! Make yahr way carefully forwahd..." In the meantime, he approaches Felicity's pit, and kneels, holding out his paw. "C'mon, out y' go, wot!"

Konner manages a grin as Erg leans over, despite himself, and mutters again, "Wa-tar..." Then, with a quick snap of his wrist, the stone is hurled right at the big hare's nose with the private leaping up right after, throwing himself towards the cave exit. "Thanks f'everythin', wot, bu' I really must be goin'!" He calls over his shoulder.

"Just our bloody luck." The sergeant curses, having certainly jinxed it. "USE SPEARS OR STICKS TO TEST WERE Y'STEP!" Terrence shouts, making his way to the front. It is quite the production to get the scout down from where he hangs without hurting him, as the knot-work is superior even to the standard patrol way - far too good for toads, if anyone bothers to look into it. Taking out a dagger, Terrence finds the counter weight. "Get ready to catch him, or least hold him still so he doesn't fall!" Not taking his own advice, the bespectacled hare steps on leafs right in front of the rock with ropes around it. He doesn't think twice about it- and immediately is lifted into the air to dangle across from the other scout. Another curse escapes Terrence, this time much more vulgar as his spectacles fall off.

Gregorian jumps a little as Felicity disappears down a hole but he huffs a little sigh of relief when she yells. At least it wasn't full of spikes or something "Hell" he mutters as he puts his sword away to use the can for poking around on the ground. He prods around around until he's nearly under the handing hare and then jumps again when Terrence also gets lifted off the ground. After the initial surprise though he folds his arms and and just looks at the Sargent. "Really?!" a sigh and a shake of his head and he slowly heads that way to the counterweight, checking very carefully until he's close enough to cut the first one down with his sword.

Zolomon frowns as he sees Felicity and a couple others find traps. So far he has found none. "I..hope none of these are dangerous." He is being careful and looking for odd leaves or something that looks out of place.

Felicity accepts Varus' help out of the pit. "I beheaded a dead toad, do I get extra rations?" She deadpans, then looks up to see Terrence hanging from his heels in a tree. "Oh, cheese crackahs... I'll find y'glasses..." she cautiously starts poking around in the leaves, searching for the spectacles. When she finds them, she'll put them in her jacket pocket to keep them safe until he's pulled down. "Did y'lot learn nothin' from my escapade?" The Sergeant gripes at the other hares who've fallen into pits. "Use caution t'check th'ground afore y'step on it, an' that's an ordah, wot! Unless o' course y're a highah rankin' officah, then it's a helpful suggestion."

Dominik had thought that he had done the nice and proper thing by saving Konner from his trap, and treating his wounds... even sharing his meager food with the other hare...but, no. Apparently, he was nothing more than merely a giant monster keeping Konner captive. It isn't as if the other hare could have merely gotten up and requested to leave, a request Erg more than likely would have granted, being that he certainly did enjoy his solitude. Konner didn't seem to see things this way, and so the other hare throws the rock at Erg, point blank. Taken by surprise, he yelps in surprise and pain as the rock thwacks the large hare right in the nose, causing him to immediately see stars as it dazes him. It begins to ooze blood a few moments later, a small cut opened up on his muzzle. Erg drops the water, clapping a paw to his muzzle in a reflexive action, eyes squeezing shut which gives Konner ample time to flee out into the cold marshes. It takes a few moments for Erg to realize what had just happened, the fogginess from both the shock and the pain clearing a little, and he lets out a rage-filled roar, a sound which echoes throughout the cavern, and out into the marshes. Of all the things Konner could have done to make things worse, that... was likely at the top of the list.

Varus harrumps at the younger hares falling into traps whilst he has the experience to spot one a mile away. He avoids the pits, and the snares, and that one there that causes a dead toad to pop out of the brush to give elder hares heart attacks. No, he avoids them all, because he's better than that. "Right, y' sorry lot. Watch y' bloomin' steps, an' step around the bloody pits. Now come o..." His speech is cut off by that blood-curdling roar. "Oh damn."

Knowing that his life probably depends on it, Konner runs like the wind once out of the cave. He winces every time weight is put on his recently healed leg, but he pushes through it. His ears flatten to his neck when the roar rips out across the marsh, doing his best to go faster. Of course, as he does so, he hears the commotion from the patrol. "O'ER 'ERE! PATROL! O'ER 'ERE!" Waving his arms wildly to try to catch their attention, he knows his only hope is meeting up with the other hares before the enraged 'Erg' finds him, after all.

Thankfully, there seems to be less traps around now that so many hares had been caught in them, so there is a bright side to the mild chaos.

As the scout falls safely into the arms his comrades, Terrence gives the lieutenant a deeply annoyed look. "With all due respect, I've already had quite the day today - without you taking that tone, Sah." While fully aware he might have deserved the 'really', Terrence manages to place his paws on his hips, still hanging upside down. "To be fair to me, sah, I wasn't expectin' the bloody toads to have double defenses like this, wot." Looking thoroughly unamused the sergeant is spinning, though he softens slightly when Felicity says she'll look for his spectacles, which luckily hadn't fallen into a nearby mush pit. "Thanks, wot - do you hear something?" He blinks, unseeing.

Zolomon is careful, he barely avoids a rope as it almost gets his leg as he manages to just barely avoid it and yips. He sighs in relief as he walks forwards "Okay, every hare just blooming walk careful like and all should be----" He frowns, what was that snap noise, he gasps as he sidesteps a log crashing past and he jumps to avoid it returning as it stops. "Well that was blooming close." He then goes to walk back over and...yep, finds a trap as he gets a gasp out and falls into the pit and knocks himself out!

Gregorian grumbles back at Terrence as he slowly makes his way to the rope holding him up too to cut that as well. "We're all havin' a bad day now!" he successfully avoids getting caught for now and freezes at the roar, his ears perking "Wot the blazes was that?" he mutters. He faintly hears yelling as Konner runs about shouting but then Zolomon unearths another trap by walking in to it and ends up in a pit. "Everyone stop movin' now!" Greg shouts loudly.

"That's 'cause the toads didn't do this, genius." Felicity is inspecting the knots on Terrence's trap. "These 'ave the look of somebeast smartah than a toad could evah 'ope t'be, an' th'only beast out 'ere smart enough to do this is us... an' Dom." As the roar echoes over the swamplands, the Runner Sergeant freezes. "An' that would be Dom 'imself," she whispers. She will remain in the background of whatever conflict arises, protecting those under her command... and observing Dominik, should he show himself. She has a half-formulated plan in mind, and it needs a bit more information before she can put it into action.

Dominik does not, in fact, give chase. It would be a fruitless and meaningless as well as foolish, action... especially being that his vision is just a tad scrambled due to the rock hitting him square in the moosh. Standing at the mouth of his cavern, paw still held tight to his bleeding muzzle, he stares out into the marshes in the direction Konner had fled, his eyes completely welled with tears as is what usually happens when hit in the nose. Pulling his paw away, he peers down at the blood now soaking his fur, a displeased frown crossing his muzzle. His ears perk as he thinks he hears screams and commotion not too far away, though that is more than likely merely Konner fleeing and making an absolutely fool out of himself. All that food, wasted on that ungrateful welp. He had no clue that his various traps had worked so well, and it more than likely would have cheered him up quite a bit upon finding this out. With a growl and a sigh, Erg turns and disappears back into his cave. "...Vil not... ever help again," he mutters to Blorg, sullenly. "Am bleeding? Yes. Do not laugh... vil toss out into cold."

Varus spots Konner, and he cups his paws around his mouth, to yell out at the crazed hare. "STOP MOVIN' NOW! THERE ARE TRAPS! WATCH YAHR BLOOMIN' STEP!" Will this work? Who know.

Konner trips in his frantic state and falls flat on his face, landing almost entirely into a mud hole. His nose, however, manages to break itself against a rock within the mud. The irony is lost on the panicked private, who wastes no time in struggling to get up and start his sprint towards the patrollers, a big smile on his face. "MAJAH!" He shouts through his bloody nose, not heeding Varus' words. "Can' express 'ow 'happy I'm t'see-" And immediately he falls into a trip, getting a second knock to the face to boot, out cold.

There's a grunt as Terrence hits the ground hard, and he slowly rises to his feet, dusting himself off. "Well, maybe we can ask whoever's making all that noise?" Mostly blind now, the sergeant points slightly to the left of where the hare disappeared. "And someone make sure Zolomon didn't bloody kill himself. He's not making any noise, which is odd for him."

"That would explain why the traps aren't tryin' tah kill us." Greg mutters after Felicity's information on the traps likely being from Dom. He carefully and slowly makes his way to help get Zolomon out of the pit so they can carry him to camp. "Looks like he's out cold." Greg reports once he can see in to the pit. He realizes soon after someone's coming and he quints for a minute before looking surprised to see it's Konner. He quickly grimaces as the hare trips at the last minute and is out too. He sighs faintly. "Maybe we should just make camp here where we've already run in tah everythin' and recovah ourselves."

Varus frowns, and sighs. Seriously. He makes his way carefully toward Konner's pit. "Doesn't anybeast lissen t' mah bloomin' ordahs anymore?"

By now the sun has set, leaving the marshlands in twilight. The golden light is more than enough to see until fires are ready.

At the bottom of the pit, Konner merely groans, still unconscious though obviously alive - even with the amount of blood on his face and body from tumbling down.

Pausing to look down at Zolomon as he's pulled out, the sergeant nods, recovering his spectacles with a muttered thanks. "I second that, sah." He says once he can see fully. There's a nearby grove of trees, and Terrence calls out, "Alright then, we'll make camp here! Standard grid ordah and all that! Some of you with spears take axes to get some wood for fires, and heed all the officah's ordahs - be careful were you step!"

Gregorian helps with checking the area for any more traps and collecting firewood in the process. He purposely setting a few off to disarm them. He also accidentally sets off one which springs a toad skeleton out at them but as his reaction is to punch which sends the head flying off of it he pretends he meant to do that. He grumbles as he works, "Dom much have been doin' nothin' but digging pit traps for days. I doubt there's a toad for miles with all this tah catch them."

Varus harrumps. "Right, Greg. Too many t' bloody well count, I wagah." Despite his age, he helps set his own tent up, feeling that it inspires loyalty in his subordinates if he works alongside them.

Terrence has been overseeing the set up of the central tents, the infirmary being first. A large fire is being started in the center as more hares start putting up the barrack tents. A deep cold has been settling in, and the sergeant shivers. "Sooner the kitchen's up sooner we can eat, wot." The light has faded to a dark purple now.

"Good sign that he survived alright aftah the battle," Greg talks as he brings back some firewood, "Must have been in the area a while too... why he hasn't come home is my question. We found Konnah at least... or he found us" he starts with assembling his own tend too "Food, a rest and perhaps once the surprise has worn off we can deal with furthah traps in an organised manah." he mutters as he carries on, setting up the tent and helping with whatever needs doing.

Varus has a fairly large tent, as befits his rank and his role as leader of this expedition. Now that it's set up, he supervises the rest of the camp, and orders the mess rations to be broken out. "Right lads, tonight we eat 'n' rest. Tomorrah, we find Dominik. Get to it, wot!"

"Yes sah!" The hares answer in a chorus. Terrence shares a tent with several others, nearby where the second division's tents are. As the sergeant wraps the blanket tighter around him, the sergeant wanders over to the major once the main work's done. "Well, do you think Dom'll be any more willin' to listen compared to last time, sah?"

Varus harrumps, and replies bluntly, "I doubt it. One c'n 'ope, but I doubt it. We're gonna stay out 'ere as long as it takes... Even if that means a month, Sahgeant. An' nobeast'll complain durin' tha' month, eithah..."

"Well, that Konner can tell us something I bet." Terrence mutters, sitting down against the tree. "I'm rather glad he's alive, wot. Didn't expect that."

Varus shrugs. "Eh, time will tell... 'E took a nasty bump t' th' 'ead there... Probably 'as a bloomin' concussion now. We'll see..."

"Probably." Terrence echos, resting his head back against the tree. "What I want to know is why all the bloody traps? They seem to be everywhere, wot."

Varus rubs his chin, as if thinking. "Keep th' toads out, I s'pose... That, or Dom really 'as gone completely bloody, bloomin' bonkahs, wot."

Terrence nods, pushing himself up. "Right. I wouldn't put it past him, wot." The sergeant rolls his shoulders, heading towards were his division is gathered. "Need to go check to make sure everything's in place by now. Good night sah."

Varus nods. "Good night, Sahgeant," he replies, before entering his own tent to turn in for the night.

== Erg the Blog-Slayer, Round VII: Night Terrors ==
'''Once the Expedition had established camp after the first day out in the field...'''

[https://rwmuck.org/forum/viewtopic.php?id=1408| Originally posted by Ol'random]

The camp was quiet. They'd made limited success in clearly out more of the traps and the hares were getting better at spotting and avoiding them but now night had descended and aside from a couple of hares on watch duty the patrol was asleep. Greg was among them, in a tent on his own quietly dreaming the night away.

Having waited until nightfall to approach the camp, Erg had been hovering a close distance nearby for most of the morning and afternoon; the large hare had another skill that was likely unknown amongst the other patrollers, and that was the ability to camouflage himself. He'd been right there watching them the whole time, and not one of his comrades knew he was there. Upon waiting til he was sure most of the camp was asleep, the large yet silent hare quietly and carefully makes his way towards the first guard on duty. Approaching him from behind, he clamps a paw over his muzzle tightly before he has time to make a noise. Dragging him away into the woods, he hits that spot in his neck that immediately knocks him out. Pulling him away, he lets him slide down into a nearby pit. Pausing to make sure that he wasn't seen, Erg then slips over towards the other guard on duty. He receives the same treatment, being deposited in the same pit as his associate. Once that is taken care of, Erg approaches the first tent. There is a somewhat mischievous grin upon his muzzle, as he ducks his head and slips inside. He places a small toadskull which he withdraws from his satchel right near the head of the hare sleeping inside, before slipping right back out of the tent, and he approaches the next one...

With the guards dispatched with the camp was defenseless to the mysterious skull leaving shadow. A number of the hares were sharing tents but as none awake so far perhaps that makes it easier to ensure everyone gets a creepy gift. Only a few of the officers and perhaps the healer gets their own tents. Greg carried his tent specially to ensure he'd get his own. He was not much of a morning beast. Nor was he much of a woken in the middle of the night sort of beast. He doesn't instantly wake when Dom's moving around his whiskers do twitch when there's movement around his own tent.

Dominik is as careful as he can possibly be, doing his best to not wake anyone. It was likely also something he'd been trained in, and the fact that he is so large yet can still move around as quietly as he does is actually rather impressive. Slipping into the second tent, he repeats his actions from the first tent, leaving a small, nicely polished toad-skull right near the sleeping hare's head. Emerging from the second tent, he then approaches Greg's tent. Peeking his head inside, he notices the older hare, recognizing him not only by face, but by the fact that he is missing a leg. He remains there at the entrance to the tent, the large hare staring at him silently for a moment or two. Greg's one of the Patrollers who treated him rather well during his time there, and a little tinge of regret is felt within his chest...but then is just as quickly gone. Removing another of the skulls (wow, how many of those does he have, exactly???), he carefully approaches Greg in an attempt to place it down near him.

Gregorian has training in many things but being a light sleeper was from a life of experience full from over enthusiastic privates waking his troop up when he was a recruit to years of patrolling and ambushes. His whiskers twitch...then his nose and an ear does when Dom enters the tent. He starts to frown but it's another couple of seconds before his blink blearily open and then snap on to Dom as he sees movement. There's a split second pause as his brain does the mental check that it's not his daughter before he snarls and suddenly sits up, going to try and knock the thing Dom's holding, the skull, out of his paws as he reaches for Dom's chest with his other paw, looking for something to grab. He's not entirely awake yet. At least not enough to recognize the hare in the dark. All his brain sees is a big looming shape carrying something that his mind assumes is a weapon and he lashes out.

Dominik is momentarily taken by surprise as Greg suddenly awakens, and the skull in his paw is struck and is sent flying across the tent only to land in the corner with a soft thud. Before he is able to slip out of the tent, his uniform is grabbed...luckily for Dom, the garment was most definitely on its last legs, and so as Greg tries to grab hold of him, there is a tearing noise as part of the garment comes off in his paw. His bruised nose gives a twitch, the face-painted beast glaring daggers down at Greg, baring his teeth with a snarl. As the older hare lashes out, Erg gets a good thwock right to his eye, and he yelps, seeing stars once again. Figuring no good will come of this if he stays, her turns, and the massive hare bolts for the tent exit.

Gregorian usually wakes up moody but taken by surprise in the dark he's working mostly on instinct. He drops the tunic once it's useless for keeping hold of the shape in the dark. He growls back and he scrambles up as Dom starts to run. It's a testament to how little Greg is thinking though as he ends up falling flat on his face the first step he takes because he doesn't have his leg on. He lands with a thud followed by some swearing. His brain finally starts to get out of the fight though as he remembers he why that foot's not there "Wake up yah fools! Where the hell are the guards?!" he shouts as he's dragging himself back on to his foot again.

Zolomon happens to be awake and looks out of the tent he is in just in time to see Dom run past, he takes a moment to think on what to do and decides to try and run after Dom, maybe trip him somehow or least slow him down!

On the far side of the camp, Terrence had not been able to sleep, having spent the past several hours tossing and turning in his tent. With a sigh he gropes in the dark for his spectacles, giving up on sleep for now. Perhaps some left over food or drink could be found, and he should at least check in on the guards to see if everything's gong over smoothly. Wrapping a cloak around him, he exits the tent and takes in a deep breath of fresh night air. That's when the yelp and Greg's yell rings out. "What in the world...?" Ears shooting straight up, he starts echoing what he recognizes as the lieutenant's voice. ''"W-Wake up! Guards!"'' He dearly hopes Greg isn't just yelling in his sleep starts slowly towards the older hare's tent to check on him, grabbing a hatchet from a nearby fire to be safe. "Sah? What's the mattah?"

Dominik manages to make it out of Greg's tent due to the older hare's lack of leg, and he swiftly weaves his way between the tents, his paws knocking over one here, his footpaw kicking another one there in an attempt to collapse them and also impede the progress of anyone who might be chasing him. Having memorized the location of his traps, Erg easily avoids them as he dodges and moves, throwing a hard shoulderblock at Zol as he gets in his way... and the dark-furred hare (he'd painted his fur black to hide the parts that had already changed to the white of his winter coat) slips back into the woods without a trace... likely leaving behind utter chaos in the camp, and leading more of the hares to fall victim to traps as they stumble about in the dark.

Gregorian has regained his footing by the time Terrence gets to him. "Some beast was in my tent!" he says with irritation as he hops a few steps, looking around but he just can't see where Dom went. He blinks though and turns back towards the camp as he hears screaming. First one hare, then another as a group of them scramble out of the tents in a commotion. "There's a toad in my bed!" one yells after the shock of waking up face to face with a skull. Greg looks grim and hops back towards his tent for his weapons only to pause and grab the ripped uniform from where it fell. He frowns and shows it back to the Sargent. "Dom."

Zolomon avoids being knocked out at least, but does stumbled backwards and just about falls into a pit. He gasps and manages to fall sideways right beside it and scoots away from it with a frown. He slowly stands and dusts off as he walks back to the camp, ever so slowly and using a stick he finds as a way to avoid traps, he yells out as a trap gets the stick and jumps backwards, a deep breath as he gets back to the camp and right away heads towards Greg.

Terrence had been turning to find the toads when the remains of the tunic of held out, and he stares. "I see." There's a pause as some more shrieks rip out in the night. "He might be responsible for all that too. Hopefully he's kept things nonlethal still..." Turning, he sees Zolomon. "Corporal, go check on the guards. With how long they've been tarrying either they're snoozing on the bloody job or Dom got to them." Without waiting to see if the order is obeyed he sets off to go check on the screams, a tired look in his eye and clad in his nightshirt and trousers under the cloak.

Gregorian hrms and nods to Terrence. He lets him and Zolomon check things out while he ducks back in to his tent putting on his belt with his hammers then his leg because priorities. He spots the toad head Dom was trying to plant in his tent in the process and tosses that outside with a look of disgust before he grabs his coat for at least some warmth before he goes to see what's going on.

Terrence had stopped by his own tent after finding out all the commotion about toads being in the camp were just skulls and bones. Once properly dressed for the weather, he makes his way over to the more frantic cries for help were several hares are trapped under their tent which had the supports unfastened - most likely Dom's paw-work. "Calm down, only making it more difficult for yourselves..." the sergeant mutters as he helps the others who'd been trying to free their fellows.

Zolomon was careful as he looked around and then he found the pit and looked down inside with a sigh, well there was the two missing guards, one of them waking up with a groan. "Hold on a moment thar." He gets some rope he has with him and finds a good place to make sure it doesn't slip into the hole and nods as one Private climbs out slowly, the other one is still a bit knocked out, "Okay, let the Sarge and Lt. know wot happen, I will catch up in a bit." He gets a salute, still gotta get use to those and the one private walks back to the camp.

Gregorian does not look happy as he approaches the group by Terrence through the camp, looking for more trouble on the way. He's quick to help once he gets there, pulling some of the weight of the tent off the hares to give them more room to escape "Wot the devil does Dom think he's playin' at?" he mutters irritably. He doesn't immediately spot the missing guard approaching but as soon as they make themselves known he gives them a deep frown.

One of the guards is nursing a rather sizable lump on his head, while the other seems to be mostly fine other than a few cuts and bruises. "Woke up in a pit, sah," one says, "Don't remember much else, wot. I was rubbin' my eyes to keep awake an' next I know I'm in a hole!" The other confirms the story, adding, "'Fore I could've made noise a big paw o'h arm squeezed th'air outta me, sah, an' I was sure convinced I was bloody done fo'h!"

Terrence had only been have paying attention to the reports, having been using a dagger to cut through the canvas to reach the last few hares stuck in the big tent. Once they're out, he only gives Greg a shrug. "Hell if I know wot, sah. Dom's been proving his rather mad in the head, if you know what I mean."

Zolomon frowns. "It was for sure Dom... just more, well... war like?" He isn't sure how to explain it really. "Maybe he is afraid to go back? Though... I wonder if there is a way to maybe trap him instead somehow."

Gregorian nods slowly to the guards and takes a deep breath as he tries to think and focus. "...Feels like he's tryin' tah drive us off. Trappin' him may be the best or only way tah get him in one place long enough tah talk some sense in tah him... Or get a net on him tah haul him home regardless."

"You're certainly welcome to ''try'' to trap Dom, Zolomon," Terrence snorts, "If you'd like." The sergeant is not in good humor, not now that his hope of a quiet and peaceful night was so swiftly dashed. "Either way, I doubt subduing him will be anything less than a monumental task, wot. The net might be best - that reminds me," He steps free of the canvas, looking at the corporal, "How far did you chase Dom? Do you remember were you lost him? No mattah how good he is at setting traps and the like I doubt he can shake off the patrol's trackers easily."

Zolomon thinks a moment and then answers "Maybe half a mile, little less. He about pushed me into a pit." He points the direction Dom ran in.

Gregorian grunts. "He's sneakin' about knockin' out guards and causin' trouble. I'd pay good money tah see him land in one of his own pits." he nods to the others. "Get the trackahs on it. Carefully. If they need the light tah avoid the traps we'll have tah give them the time. There's only so many traps he can of set out there tah slow us down." he says as he's heading back towards his tent to properly prepare for the day.

"Will do, sah. " Terrence responds, saluting as the lieutenant leaves. Looking up at the mostly cloudy sky above them, he sighs. "Judging by what I can see of the stars, there's at least several hours 'efore dawn and light, wot." The sergeant, waving for Zolomon to follow him, starts walking in the general direction the more experienced scouts barracks are, and finds several cleaning up a mess of toad skulls. "Right then, Dom caused all this mess, and he left tracks - the corporal here can tell you where." The three hares, waiting for the rest, are easily twice either Zolomon's or Terrence's age, long term veterans of the patrol even if they're still privates.

Zolomon walks over and nods, "Yes, tracks don't just go away that easily and Dom has large footpaws so should make 'em easier to see." He points to the way Dom was last seen. "Just be careful as ya walk, still could be a trap somewhere, though maybe someone should go and disarm some traps best they can as well."

The three hares look unimpressed with both sergeant and corporal, and they're moving in the direction pointed out before Zolomon finishes. "Laddie," with one giving a wink the corporal as he goes, "If'n we can find a beast's tracks seasons aftah a beast made 'em we can find paw prints a big ol'are like Dom makes, wot." It seems that the old trackers aren't in a better mood than Terrence, having been woken up by all the noise and being greeted by a toad skull.

Terrence gives Zolomon a look too, though his expression is a bit harder to read. "Come on then, wot, should get more guards back on duty. Then the tents have to be sorted out..."

Zolomon nods. "Sounds good sur." Okay, he should know they would be good at finding tracks, but he was the only one to know the direction to go anyways.

Terrence doesn't say anything, instead walking off back towards the main barrack tents - whether or not Zolomon is following. The damage to camp isn't too severe; three tents had been torn down and nearly half of all sleeping tents having a skull in them. The toad bones have been gathered into a pile near the center, and the sergeant stops to look at it. "Rather macabre, isn't it?" he chuckles.

Varus had taken charge of the cleanup as soon as he'd been woken, and he sighs as Terrence returns. "Macabre doesn't even begin t' bloody well covah it," he replies. "Just look at 'em all..."

Zolomon led the Privates to follow the tracks best they could, he avoided one trap fairly well and looked around. He finds a bit of fur and looks around with a frown. "Also following the tracks should help avoid----" And it's too late as his footpaw finds the trap and he is not quick enough to avoid suddenly being upside down and one foot trapped in a rope swinging back and forth. He folds his arms over his chest as he just sort of swings back and forth and comes to a stop. "Well... one less bally trap ta worry 'bout chaps."

The old trackers glance at each other, holding back laughs. "Maybe we should leave him hangin', eh?" One says even as he goes to help Zolomon stop swinging. The others seem to be seriously contemplating it, though, but before they can say anything the tracker had cut the corporal free, hoping to let him down.

"Still..." Terrence says, a thoughtful look on his face, "Think Dom may have committed bloody genocide to get all these, wot." He kicks one with his boot. "At least we more than likely won't have to worry about toads, sah."

Varus grimaces. He detests toads, but Terrance's words are little comfort. "Aye... But this is goin' a bit too fah, though. We're not in th' business of genocide..."

Zolomon falls onto the ground and frowns as he stands, "Okay... so like onwards, Dom can't be too far away right?" He will look and do his best, he will avoid traps and with help him and the Privates make it so less traps are around by being able to set them off so they are not useable anymore. "I say... a little more looking and then go back ta report." At least it will be easier to get back to camp, they maybe look another hour or two before they go to head back with a report of findings.

The trackers don't seem all to thrilled that the corporal is tagging along, but they decide to grin and bear it as they follow the trail Dom left.

"I'd hope we aren't," Terrence mutters, turning away from the skulls. "And whether or not Dom is going to far, he has constantly disobeyed ordahs and is now actively going aftah the patrol - so I wouldn't quite say that is a 'we', sah."

Varus sighs, rubbing a paw over his face. "'E clearly took a hahd knock t' th' 'ead, because 'e was a good, loyal Patrollah. 'E needs 'elp..."

The sergeant gives Varus a sideways look, having heard some tales of the AWOL private long before the current mess happened. "Perhaps he does. I neveh met him 'efore last month's training, sah, though I've been around to hear things 'bout him. Can't say all the skulls help his image, wot." Terrence shrugs, sitting down on a tree stump now that the commotion of the camp has died down.

Varus shrugs. He's at a loss himself. "I don't know. I have t' jus' keep tellin' mahself that, wot. Eithah way... I should probably go check on Konnah here soon..."

"Indeed, he's probably been woken by all the bloody noise..." Terrence stands, rolling his shoulders. "I need to go make sure triple watches are set in place - two guards seem too little, wot. Dom knocked both of them out and tossed them in a pit - they're fine, besides a few bruises, so no worries there..." He mutters, more to himself than the major, "Even if they missed some one entering camp... rather poor show there."

Varus harrumps. Disciplinary actions will be doled out in due course. "Right, well, y' bring 'em both t' me. I'd like t' have a word with 'em..."

Terrence gives a single nod, turning on his heel to go find the two unfortunates. Before he goes, however, he turns back to the major. "Sah, if I may... They were overpowered by Dom and there were only two of them. Frankly I think that might be a failure on the patrol, as I wouldn't expect even three hares to withstand our Pvt. Dominik, wot."

Varus hmms. "I s'pose yahr right, wot. Still, I would like t' 'ave a chat with 'em. Could be enlightenin'..." He, in turn, goes to check on Konner in the infirmary tent.

"Right sah, I'll look for them." Terrence walks in the opposite direction as the major and the infirmary, which thankfully remained untouched in Dom's night attack. Konner has been spending the past hour or so in a cold sweat, terrified that the big private who paints himself with toad blood would find him, and he starts easily at any noise. His nose is bandaged and so is his head - his concussion is minor, but the fever he has had for weeks is more worrisome.

Varus steps into the tent, and stands over Konner's cot. "Private Konnah... Y' look terrible. Tell me... Wot's been 'appenin' since we lost ya?" The Major already has a good idea formulated, but he wants to hear what the Private has to say about it.

Konner manages to sit up straighter despite his leg that had healed crookedly. "S-sah." He gives a weak salute. "Feel bloody terrible, wot, an' wot 'ave I been up to?" He scrunches up his face as if he's having trouble recalling. "Well, sah, first got nailed by a bloomin' rock right in m'leg," he taps it with a wince, "And fell in one o'h those mud pools. Hid in a log, I did, while all th'toads passed by. Aftah tha' fixed up m'leg as best I could, sah, though not tha' well it seems..." He trails off, looking down.

Varus nods his head. "We figured as much. Go on, Private. 'Ow did y' end up wi' Dominik?"

"Oh, tha' lil' business." Konner keeps his eyes down. "So 'e was Dom, f'sure? Aftah days o'h so waitin' on y'lot to show up an' find me I got impatient, so t'speak, an' tried m'luck out in th'swamp, wot. Managed t'get myself caught hun' in th'air by one o'his fancy traps, sah. 'E came soon aftah-wards an' knocked me clean ou'. 'E was covered in toad guts an' mud, an' more unsavory things, wot."

Varus grimaces. "I see... An' he kept you, this 'ole bloody time? No wondah yahr in such bad shape, wot!"

Nodding, Konner starts to lay back down. "Yes sah, though 'e tried t' heal me up. 'E keeps a dead toad skeleton as a friend, calls 'em Blorg or somethin' like it, an' says o' himself 'e's '''Erg'.'' Any blinkin' idea wot tha' means, sah? Either way I got out by klockin'im with a rock 'cause I'd though' he was gonna eat me, wot. Took me a while t'realize 'e was a hare, wot with th'toad blood an' keepin' 'is ears back an' all. Plus an accent - nevah talked t'Dom myself 'efore all this."

"Feel a bit bad tha' I got 'im right in his snout, now..." Konner adds after a moment.

Varus shakes his head. "No idea wot 'Erg' means, I'm afraid. Probably just ramblin's of a sick mind. Regahdless, y' got out, that's commendable. You get yahr rest, an' get bettah. That's an ordah, Private."

Nodding the private shifts his head on the pillow, closing his eyes. "Yes sah. I'll be sure to, wot." Terrence pokes his head in then, looking from Konner to the major. "Majah? The two guards are out here and waiting." He disappears again.

Varus watches Konner close his eyes, then turns. Nodding to Terrence, he exits the tent, and faces the two hares, who are no doubt nervous of the attention.

"Sah!" The two salute. There's a slight shakiness to their voices as they eye the major nervously. Terrence stands to one side, leaning against the tent pole, gaze drifting up eastward where the faintest of greys is appearing that heralds the coming day.

"At ease!" The Major orders. "You'll sprain somethin'..." He shakes his head. "I'm told y' were taken down by Dominik... Care t' explain 'ow that 'appened, wot?"

Relaxing, the hare on the left begins, "I was on th'second watch, as that's what lot I drew, and 'bout three hours in a big paw clamped around m'mouth and nose, sah, and 'e dragged me out inta th'swamp and knocked me out. Woke in a pit with Greenhill here, wot." Greenhill, the other hare, nods. "Same thing 'appened t'me. One moment I was fightin' off sleep and th'next I was bein' smothered by a paw. Couldn't even make a peep, with 'ow tight 'e was 'oldin' me, sah."

Letting out a yawn, Terrence gestures to the two. "More or less what they told Lt. Greg, sah."

Varus mmms, and nods. "I see. Well, yahr not on report. Coulda happened t' anybeast... Still... May'aps be slightly more alert in th' future, wot!"

The two let out breaths they hadn't known they were holding. "Right sah." Greenhill looks down for moment, adding, "One more thin'. 'E seemed to blend in with th'night - Dom, I'm meanin', and I don't remembah him bein' black furred, right?"

Terrence raises an eyebrow. "I don't actually recall his fur color, now that I think of it. Of course you'd know betteh than I 'bout that, sah." He looks at Varus. "Was it black?"

Varus shakes his head. "No. It was closer to brownish, I believe. 'E may 'ave covahed 'imself in mud?" The Major is grasping at straws. "This will make 'im impossible t' track at night, though, so we'll post double watches, instead..."

"I had triple watches for the rest of tonight, sah." Terrence says, pushing himself free of the pole. "Though," his eyes are on the eastern sky again, "There's not much night left it seems, wot. If there's not anything more you'd ask of me or these two, Pvt. Greenhill and...?"

"Pvt. Reuenthal, sah."

"Reuenthal," Terrence repeats, "I think we should all turn in for the night, wot. Least what's left of it."

Varus harrumps, and nods. "Aye, we should get wotevah shuteye we c'n get left. G'night, Sahgeant Terrence." The old hare dismisses the two privates, then goes to retire to his tent.

"Good night, sah!" When the major leaves, the two privates look at each other than at Terrence, who grunts. "Might as well try to get an hour, if I were you." His attention is on the rapidly brighten sky once again, wandering off and not paying much mind to the two hares. The sergeant couldn't sleep before, and has little hope of doing so now. So he joins with the guards till grey dawn breaks.

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