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The Last Stand of Redwall Abbey

Chapter Twoi

As soon as they arrived at Cavern Hole, the council began with the main speaker being a squirrel from Scouts, a group of woodland guards and sentries created by the Abbot to report the progress of Zan and his horde. When all the chatter had died away, the Scout spoke,

"I was doing a long reconnaissance around the Western fringes of Mossflower y'see and thats when I saw them. Zan's horde camped by the river that runs out to sea. The bad news is that they are less than half a season’s march from reaching the Abbey which is also good news, since it might give us time to prepare. Another bit of good news is that the lot of them looked starved, only the officers seemed well-fed. So there is a potential that Zan's army would starve as they march for Redwall. Saw no sign of Zan though, which worries me, he's a crafty one that Zan, intelligent and devious."

With that, the scout bowed and excused herself. Almost immediately Cavern Hole was filled with the discourse of the leaders about possible preparations and ideas.

Abbot Taegan vainly tried to get their attention, but for leaders, they were pretty panicked and didn’t even register the Abbot’s attempt in their heads

Order was restored when the leader of the Guosim, Logalog Caseb, roared out in his baritone voice,

"Everybeast, shut your mouths and listen to the Abbot!” He bowed to Taegan, “Father, you have the floor.”

Abbot Taegan struggled for a moment to find his words, "As most of you know, I am quite young to be abbot, even by Redwall standards, and there is much to life I have not even thought about yet. But, war is one those things I wish to never know, a foolish idea in this time. Because most of you had fought vermin before, there are nobeasts more capable in this area than the creatures before me in this room. I am still learning, so I leave the Abbey's defense in your hands friends. Skipper?"

Raynor nodded and spoke, "Righto mates, first things first, the defense of this abbey and the surrounding area, any ideas?"

Spikepaw, a hedgehog driven from his home by Zan, spoke up, "We could always lay traps all around and deep into the woodlands that might kill or slow down any vermin marching our way.”

More suggestions soon came after, every beast talking at once,

"We could dig pits and line them with sharp stakes!"
"Triplines, mate. Nothing but triplines and rope traps"
"How about the old seesaw log? Step on one end, the other comes up and belts them across the head."
"You foogle, that works only if they are going through water, they are probably going to be on the path as it is more direct."
"Foogle yourself you bottlenose, they could be traveling through the shallows!"
"Boi okey, oi, say we cumm out and give them sum billyoh!"
"We can't they outnumber out like ten to one, we'd get slaughtered!"

Order was once again restored by Logalog Caseb, "Will you lot SHUT UP? Please?"

In the following silence Foremole Redlin, leader of the Redwall moles, offered some of his intuitive mole logic, "What abowt the h'nfants, elders, and, mothers? Oi say'ee shud send em to salad-anna-sconn furr safety bo urr aye"

Then a powerfully built mouse, one of the woodland evacuee's shouted, "What's salad-and a-scone? Sounds like lunch to me!"

As the room burst into chuckles, Taegan interrupted and said, "Foremole Redlin means Salamandastrom, and although I imagine that Lord Oakeye will not be too happy about our ‘civilians’ appearing unexpectedly, it’s the only option we have, and we must get all those not who can't fight to safety first before Zan's hordes get here. It would not bode well for our conscience if a babe or a nursing mother got killed or injured when the fighting starts."

There were murmers of agreement as the council of war ended and beasts were filing out of the room

Logalog Caseb said to another shrew, "I h'always says you can't beat mole logic."

Description
The Last Stand of Redwall Abbey

Chapter Twoi

As soon as they arrived at Cavern Hole, the council began with the main speaker being a squirrel from Scouts, a group of woodland guards and sentries created by the Abbot to report the progress of Zan and his horde. When all the chatter had died away, the Scout spoke,

"I was doing a long reconnaissance around the Western fringes of Mossflower y'see and thats when I saw them. Zan's horde camped by the river that runs out to sea. The bad news is that they are less than half a season’s march from reaching the Abbey which is also good news, since it might give us time to prepare. Another bit of good news is that the lot of them looked starved, only the officers seemed well-fed. So there is a potential that Zan's army would starve as they march for Redwall. Saw no sign of Zan though, which worries me, he's a crafty one that Zan, intelligent and devious."

With that, the scout bowed and excused herself. Almost immediately Cavern Hole was filled with the discourse of the leaders about possible preparations and ideas.

Abbot Taegan vainly tried to get their attention, but for leaders, they were pretty panicked and didn’t even register the Abbot’s attempt in their heads

Order was restored when the leader of the Guosim, Logalog Caseb, roared out in his baritone voice,

"Everybeast, shut your mouths and listen to the Abbot!” He bowed to Taegan, “Father, you have the floor.”

Abbot Taegan struggled for a moment to find his words, "As most of you know, I am quite young to be abbot, even by Redwall standards, and there is much to life I have not even thought about yet. But, war is one those things I wish to never know, a foolish idea in this time. Because most of you had fought vermin before, there are nobeasts more capable in this area than the creatures before me in this room. I am still learning, so I leave the Abbey's defense in your hands friends. Skipper?"

Raynor nodded and spoke, "Righto mates, first things first, the defense of this abbey and the surrounding area, any ideas?"

Spikepaw, a hedgehog driven from his home by Zan, spoke up, "We could always lay traps all around and deep into the woodlands that might kill or slow down any vermin marching our way.”

More suggestions soon came after, every beast talking at once,

"We could dig pits and line them with sharp stakes!"
"Triplines, mate. Nothing but triplines and rope traps"
"How about the old seesaw log? Step on one end, the other comes up and belts them across the head."
"You foogle, that works only if they are going through water, they are probably going to be on the path as it is more direct."
"Foogle yourself you bottlenose, they could be traveling through the shallows!"
"Boi okey, oi, say we cumm out and give them sum billyoh!"
"We can't they outnumber out like ten to one, we'd get slaughtered!"

Order was once again restored by Logalog Caseb, "Will you lot SHUT UP? Please?"

In the following silence Foremole Redlin, leader of the Redwall moles, offered some of his intuitive mole logic, "What abowt the h'nfants, elders, and, mothers? Oi say'ee shud send em to salad-anna-sconn furr safety bo urr aye"

Then a powerfully built mouse, one of the woodland evacuee's shouted, "What's salad-and a-scone? Sounds like lunch to me!"

As the room burst into chuckles, Taegan interrupted and said, "Foremole Redlin means Salamandastrom, and although I imagine that Lord Oakeye will not be too happy about our ‘civilians’ appearing unexpectedly, it’s the only option we have, and we must get all those not who can't fight to safety first before Zan's hordes get here. It would not bode well for our conscience if a babe or a nursing mother got killed or injured when the fighting starts."

There were murmers of agreement as the council of war ended and beasts were filing out of the room

Logalog Caseb said to another shrew, "I h'always says you can't beat mole logic."