User blog:Kalm Treeblade/The Journey to Tyrlea

Prologue
"The prisoners are trying to escape!" The halls of the Gerta Prison were filled with chaos. Vermin guards dashed back and forth, trying to detain the wave of creatures flailing chains and manacles.

"Come on!"

"We can beat 'em!" The rat who had shouted the latter comment was knocked down by a young otter who was swinging a chain. The otter, wearing a dark blue ripped tunic, swung again and killed a ferret attempting to flee. The rat, seeing a chance to escape, tried to squirm away. The otter turned to him.

"Trying to escape, rat? Well nobody escapes Kurrat Riverrudder!" Snatching a dagger from the corpse of a guard, he aimed at the rat and brought the dagger down with punishing force.

Chapter 1
I sat in a tree, thinking about the supplies that I had in my pack. Something in the back of my head kept telling me that I had forgotten something. ''Think. Think. Think.'' I shook my head, sighing. With nothing else to do, I took out my dirk, grabbed a branch, and started carving a javelin. I really didn't need it, as I already had my sword with me, but I was bored of waiting for the Long Patrol messenger. So I carved. And carved. And carved. By the time the messenger arrived, I had ten javelins ready for use.

"Hello, wot! Galloper Lerte reporting for duty!" The hare grinned and saluted me, and I returned the salute. He handed me a scroll. I opened it, relieved that I could finally receive my orders from Lord Bladestripe.

Kalm Treeblade,

''Your orders are simple, travel to Redwall Abbey and patrol that area for a season or two. Talk to the creatures there, and ask about any vermin raids and activity. Report back to Salamandastron after you have gathered sufficient information about the vermin.''

~Lord Bladestripe