User blog:Crimbillian Mukkelbin/The Reign of Norloon the Cutthroat

Okay! Here we go, the official start of my Fan Fiction!

'Disclaimer: This is a Fan Fiction; not to be used to make a prophet or in anyway to gain money. I am not affiliated with Brain Jacques in anyway' ... That counts as a disclaimer, doesn't it?

~Crimbly Mukkelbin

Prologue
Farsoom knew he shouldn't have been wandering the corridors of Redwall Abbey after dark, where they wasn't the occasional hare looking for his dinner, or an otter heading out to the pond for a mid-spring swim. The dibbuns were tucked away in the dormitories, not out in the lawn, and their Abbey Warrior Arlo wasn't in the Great Hall, memorizing the image of Martin the Warrior's Tapestry in his head.

Everything was quiet as every-beast slept heavily in their chamber.

Every-beast except Farsoom, of course. The young badger had escaped out of the dormitories just as he heard the first snore come from her mother, Badge Mother Harpay, as she slumbered in her chair, beside her son's bed.

Farsoom didn't know whether she was awake or not. If Harpay had been awake, he would be able to hear her thunderous footsteps coming down the corridors to his current location, which was the staircase down into the Abbey's cellars. With a candle in one paw, and a kitchen knife in the other, he continued down until he reached the even sandstone flooring of the short corridor.

Now, the badger son wasn't there to sneak himself a few of the Abbey's famous cordials, nor to drink any of the bubbling fizzes that would cause him a fit of giggles for the rest of the night, and on into the early morning.

Farsoom was actually there to farther investigate what had happen during that afternoon.

While the dibbuns and younger beasts were enjoying their afternoon snack of cheese and strawberries in the garden, there had been a commotion beside the south-gate. Mother Harpay was quick to take action against the bumbling rat that had somehow made it across the wall, and by order of Abbot Tyumby, the rat was taken down to the cellar until further notice.

Farsoom had expected them to be farther conversing over this vermin's appearance in Mossflower Woods, but was more than surprised when he found them still sleeping. ''Older minds, older bodies. Not a lot of boldness left in them.'', he had assumed.

The young and inexperienced-in-battle badger fumbled with his knife when the door to the cellar rattled against it's hinges, and a raspy voice was heard through the cracks.

"Ollo ther', striped dog!"

When the eye of the rat revealed it's self through one of the cracks in the door, Farsoom gave a cry, and jumped back. Tumbling over his feet, he hit the floor concurrently with the clatter of his knife and the candle holder.

Farsoom was now assured somebody was awake now, because he heard another voice above him, and another coming down the staircase.

"Oi, I'm down here Brisktail!" said the rat, and the banging on the door became for frequent as heavy footsteps came down the corridor. Farsoom craned his head around to see a cloak figure come barreling at him.

Mother Harpay's voice was heard coming down the corridor with that huskiness that meant she was enraged. "Farsoom! You dirty vermin, stay away from him!"

Two more voices harmonized with Mother Harpay's.

"Farsoom!" That strong voice was non other Arlo, their Abbey's warrior. Sure enough, he had brought the Sword of Martin with him.

Seeing that he sleeps with it in his chamber.

"Arlo! Go after the vermin, I'll get Farsoom!" That was Crimbly; a young mousemaid, and the caretaker for the dibbuns. Of course she would come after the young badger, seeing she cared so much about him.

Farsoom had just seen his mother coming towards him when he was whacked in between the ears, and he crumbled to the floor.

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