User:Charie Swordmaid

Hello
Im Charie Swordmaid of Redwall Abbey. My Godfather has asked me to be his scribe as he recalls the legend of Lenora Longtail, Warriormaiden of the Southsward shores.

I've been entrusted with a record passed on from her. Found in Martin The Warrior's Tomb deep 'neath Redwall Abbey. Abbott Pat gave her this manuscript. He and Tumbleweed (a novice of Redwall) discovered it nearly a season before Lenora's wanderings took her to the great stone abbey. She resided there for a few days. But then needed to continue on her quest. Tumbleweed decided to join Lenora, with the Abbott's permision of cource.

The strange manuscript was titled A Warrior Goes On.... Lenora also created a record of her and Tumble's quest for Salamandastron, and also how they met Zepher Windblade.

Diary
Nearly ten seasons ago. Both my parents died. Cruely tortured by a horde of flesh eating vermin. Barely escaping with my life, I was left alone with my Godfather. He taught me the art of swordfighting. I am now fourteen seasons strong. Pawloose and not a care in the world. Well sort of. Vermin still turn up now and then to cause some trouuble.

There's Log-a-Log Hallen calling me. I've been out boating with the Guosim shrews for three weeks.

I said goodbye to them today. They were arguing as always. Silly little beast, but I have to give them credit. They fight like none else. My friend Glacia wants to come as always. But she is Log-a-Log's first mate, and they need her with them. Boy, was she mad at that news. I thought she would explode, her face was so red.

Anyways. The Guosim cooks have given me delicious rations. Its hard to carry it all in my little haversack. But its worth it. Especially now that I'm taking on what will be the longest journey I've been on yet. To Sampetra.



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They've gone and done it again, the little rascals. It was not half a day before the little shrews turned up. They had snuck out of camp to follow me. I'll need to take them back, Its almost a days journey with them. Little Fin, Jenny, and Rio keep getting distracted. They have such curious minds. Always in trouble and up to mischief. But, what can I say. They are such adorable little creatures. Cant be serious around them and they know it. Take full advatage of it too. :)

Charie Swordmaid  Talk! 21:41, 29 October 2008 (UTC)

Favorites and not so Favorites
Books: Mossflower (book), The Legend of Luke, and Redwall

Species: Mouse (probably 'cause im a mouse meself)

Place: Mossflower Woods, and Redwall Abbey

Warrior: Martin the Warrior (duh), and Matthias (I think his parts should be more dramatic)

Warrioress: Mariel definitly

Battle (group): Battle of the Ridge of a Thousand. When Russano sees the spirits of all the fallen Warriors, the other Badger Lords, and Martin.

Battle (duel): Martin and Tsarmina Greeneyes

Vermin species: Wildcats and Woverines, soooo evil

Vermin: Tsarmina, maaaad kitty

Worst villain death: Cluny the Scourge (Matthias should get him), Slagar the Cruel (come on, a well?!?!), and [Gabool]] (Mariel should have gotten revenge)

Weapon: Sword, plus the Bow and Arrow. I personaly wield a sword similar to Martin's. Only it has an a saphire in the crosstrees instead of the pommel stone, and a few inches shorter. Plus, it aint made from a star

Collection
Books: All except Eulalia! and Doomwyte

Tv show: Redwall - Season 1

Posters: Loamhedge (book)

Character cards: Taggerung and Ungatt Trunn

The Real Me
Name: Megan Merrill

Email: aqua.star@mstar.net

Lives in: Draper, Utah, USA

Age: 14

Birthday: 7/21/94

Family: I'm the youngest of nine. Two boys, seven girls. We're over twenty now counting spouces and children. Three in Florida. Five in Arizon. Twelve in Utah. Two in Ohio

Hobbies: When I'm not of questing or fighting. I draw, paint, and do my writings. Mainly I draw the beauty of nature. I dont normaly create art of anything else, but that may change, you never know. Here is some of my poetry, both rhyming and what I call "Real World poetry" which doesnt have a meter or a rhyme.


 * 'Martin the Warrior


 * ''A young boy forced to serve a lord.
 * ''This Mouse of the North fought the Stoat for his sword.
 * ''While gaining new friends and also new foes.
 * ''As this young mouse fought his bloodrath arose.
 * ''Journeying south, he wandered far.
 * ''To the mountain Lord, who gave him a star.
 * ''The warrior saved the woodlanders all.
 * ''The wicked cat queen, by his sword, did she fall.
 * ''Now for his life, the battle became.
 * ''They needed him there to help and sustain.
 * ''He did heal but at a cost, the memories of his past were lost.
 * ''He traveled north to find his shore.
 * ''Recalling all the times before.
 * ''Within the thousand grains of sand.
 * ''Was that awful, barren land.
 * ''He heard the tale. He knew the end.
 * ''To them, a promise would he send.
 * ''That all was well, their vows made good.
 * ''To rest in peace, just as they should.
 * ''His story told. Told with a vow.
 * ''Martin the warrior would he be now.


 * 'Matthias


 * ''Still a young boy, but with warrior’s eyes.
 * ''A fighter they’d see when the need would arise.
 * ''True to his code, and true to his rhyme.
 * ''He was their hero, for it was his time.
 * ''Fighting for life, he strove to restore.
 * ''His great abbey to peace, and plenty once more.


 * 'Mossflower wood


 * ''Leaves rustling in a gentle breeze.
 * ''Sun filtering through the branches high above my head.
 * ''The song of the birds ringing in my ears.
 * ''Sweet smelling herbs growing around me.
 * ''Trees tower over me.
 * ''Through countless storms and hardships they’ve endured.
 * ''This is Mossflower Wood.


 * 'Red Stone


 * ''The great redstone walls.
 * ''The blocks smooth to my touch.
 * ''Towering high above my head as they reach into the sky.
 * ''I see myself sitting with my back to the structure.
 * ''Breathing in the crisp, cool Mossflower air.
 * ''I hear laughter all around me.
 * ''I see our abbey defenders.
 * ''Standing straight and true.
 * ''Fearless as always.
 * ''I take a deep breath as my eyes close.
 * ''Slumber almost upon me.
 * ''Three words escape my lips as I drift away on the cool summer breeze.
 * ''Redwall.
 * ''My home.


 * 'The River Moss


 * ''I walk along the edge of the river. Slipping effortlessly into the crystal waters.
 * ''The breath driven from me by the chill.
 * ''I resurface, gulping in fresh air to dive again.
 * ''Bubbles escaping my lips as I gape at the beauty around me.
 * ''Soft sands under my feet.
 * ''Swirling, eddying, water.
 * ''Smooth stones, worn down by time.
 * ''That is the River Moss.


 * 'Who am I


 * ''I was sculpted by the heavens.
 * ''Then sent here from above.
 * ''My steel glistening in the moon’s light.
 * ''This keen edge slicing through death.
 * ''Causing devastation and bloodshed.
 * ''Love and mercy lost to my blade.
 * ''Held to the warriors code I protect against evil.
 * ''I am the sword of Martin.

Charie Swordmaid  Talk! 21:50, 29 October 2008 (UTC)