User blog:Biggren/Sampetra's Blurrag

=Halt!= =(Read Pearls of Lutra before proceeding! The events in the following story occur after the before-mentioned book.)=

Prologue
Two seasons had passed on the island of Sampetra since the death of its tyrannical pine marten ruler, Ublaz Mad Eyes. The Trident-rats, after finding out that their leader, Sagitar Sawfang, had perished in the paws of Rasconza the fox, broke away once more from the Wave Brethren and, allying themselves with the score of remaining Monitor lizards, took the palace once belonging to Mad Eyes for their own. The Wave Brethren had hence been attacking the palace, but Sarrog Triblade, Chief Trident-rat after Sagitar's death, had taken over, ruling with an iron paw the small cluster of taverns surrounding the jetty of Sampetra. Thus ended he the Wave Brethren's control of the jetty and waterfront, and he even slightly lightened the sniping parties sent by the Commitee of Captains, the group of seavermin that ruled the mob of landsick crews known as the Wave Brethren. At that very moment, Sarrog Triblade was in a furious mood. Bulling past the Monitor that guarded the entrance to the palace, he stocked into the courtyard, where his Trident-rats were repairing the collapsed wall. "Sharkblade, Livroth, Forktip," he barked, "get into my throneroom, I must discuss with yew a matter o' great import'nce. C'mon, ye scurvy dogs!" He turned to a Monitor, "You too, slimescales!"
 * "Yarr, Lord Zarrog, yer Mightinezz!" answered the fearsome lizard, leading the three Trident-rats in as well.
 * Once they had arrived at the throneroom, a Monitor admitted them.
 * Sarrog situated himself on the massive cedar throne at the far end of the vast, splendorous room. "Now," he began, "you an' I both know about those uncivilized fiends' attacks on this palace. Correct?"
 * This time it was Forktip who answered. "That is so, yer Mightiness!"
 * "Aye, I thought you'd remember, 'cos if y' 'addn't, I would 'ave taken th' 'ole lot o' yew fer a bunch of fools." replied Sarrog, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Anyways, we've got ter stop 'em, or we'll soon end up fishbait. What would you suggest, Livroth? Yew 'aven't so much as breathed!"
 * Livroth, a normally silent Trident-rat, had been coming up with an idea the entire time. She voiced her scheme. "I've been thinking, King Sarrog, that a score or so Trident-rats, with a 'alf dozen Monitors, could destroy the taverns that lie surrounding the jetty, then use the wood from the buildings to construct a ship, a large one, with enough room for at least fourscore beasts. With it, we could lay waste to the Wave Brethren's hideout, the eastern cove of this island. The remainin' creatures under your command, Mightiness, would attack by land. The wave rabble wouldn't be expecting an attack from the sea, and they'll be entirely vanquished. How sounds my plan to you, Mighty King Sarrog?"
 * Sarrog paused a second, then said, "An excellent plan. Well said. Who will captain the vessel?"
 * The female Trident-rat quivered with pride. "I, Lord?" Sarrog turned round to face a servant bringing him something. He whirled around again, lightning-quick. The glittering dagger he threw slew her instantly.
 * "No, you won't," Sarrog turned to Glassle, the Monitor lizard he had summoned with the Trident-rats, "Glassle will. Begin building preparations now! Get out, go on! My ship must be finished before the season's end. Now go!"