User blog:Jerrak Aglareb/Dagor Dagorath

Acknowledgements
Well all I want to do is thank the people whose tales inspired me to right this one they are: 1: Gandr Adderbane, with his Two Swords series 2: Skipper Rorc, with The Runway, and The Rise of Freedom 3: Laria Wavedeep, with Redwalls Taggerung and Laria Wavedeep 4: Bluestripe the Wild, with Bluestripe, a name remembered

those are the people who most inspired me to write this tale and share it with you all so if you congratulate me don't, go congratulate them for their work. Now on with the tale...

Prologue
The dibbuns gathered around the old pine marten eager to hear his tale, for long ago in seasons lost to the mist of time he was a warrior of which the likes had never been seen since Martin. He then said "Well I guess I could tell the dibbuns, if it's ok with you Abbot?" an even more ancient squirrel nodded. The dibbuns huddled in closer as the pine marten told his tale...

Volume 1: He came from the North
Battle is what warriors crave but one warrior shall have more than all others and none shall wish for his place

Chapter 1
The heavily scarred young pine marten gazed at the huge mountain before his eyes "So this is the badger mountain." he wondered how something could be as huge as this.

In Salamandastron (place) a leveret yelled down to another hare "Sarn't there's a boat on the water, look's like, uuh well it looks like no other boat I've seen before, wot." The hare sergeant gazed out over the water and spoke back to the young hare "Well there is a bally little ship down there, if it's vermin they'll wish they were never born, eh?" Lady Violet Wildstripe spoke from behind the sergeant "That is something we will do.".

The pine marten was much closer to the mountain now when suddenly a shaft came from it and slammed into the gunwhale of his litte craft, he rowed on hoping that once within speaking distance he would be able to convince them he wasn't a corsair or something of their ilk. Meanwhile a young ranker was being severely chastised by the sergeant for letting loose a shaft when they couldn't even tell what kind of beast was on the small craft.

Now that the little craft was in shouting distance Lady Violet spoke "Who are you and what do you want with our home?" the young pine marten yelled back "I would ask for nought but a wee bit a vittles and a dry place te sleep fer the night, aye?" the reply from the mountain came forth "For tonight. if you can prove your not a vermin." The young marten sighed, this would be difficult.

Chapter 2
Once the young pine marten beached his craft he was confronted by a group of hares led by one with black fur, two claymores, and a strong accent "Alright ye wee laddie buck, come wi' us an' we'll let Lady Violet decide if yer a vermin or no, an' we'll 'ave te take yon arms" he said, as the marten was led inside the hares could see his amazement and a ranker said to the hare in front of him "You'd think he's never jolly well seen the inside of a bally mountain afore." the corporal watching for voices in the ranks immediately shut the young rankers mouth.

After being taken up through the corridors to the mess hall the black hare who seemed to be in charge told him to step foreward and talk to the young female badger who was seated at the head of the hall he gathered his courage he fully expected to be pronounced a vermin before he said anything and be killed but when he stepped forward nothing happened and a important looking hare sitting beside the badger lady said " Well what d'you ave te say for yerself?" the badger lady spoke somewhat gently to the hare and said "Major Fforbes don't scare him can't ye see he's not even 15 seasons old?" the hare didn't say anything, so the young marten started to tell his tale.

Chapter 3
The young marten started "Thank you all fer not slaying me on the spot when I got here but now I begin my tale of how I came to this mountain. Half a season ago I was in the Land of Ice an' Snow." this brought a gasp from the assemble hares "We were being invaded by a huge army of corsairs under the leadership of a wildcat, so I joined a local group of militia going to fight them. When we got to the field I was issued the two broad short swords that hare has," he pointed at the one with black fur, "and arranged in a battle group with all the other pine martens, from the hill where we were positioned I could see the rest of our army a great force mainly comprised of ermine or stoats as you call them and foxes but with a very large group of rats as well, the pine martens were a minority along with wolves and wolverines." a shudder went up everybeasts spine when he said 'wolverines'

" The corsairs were a motley group as usual but very numerous compared to us however led by our wolverine contingent we charged gave out blood-curdling war-cries as we sped forward but as the lines clashed something we never expected happened. Stoats, rats, and foxes from our side joined the corsairs and we found our selves with less then one third of our former strength!" at this there were some remarks among the hares of 'dirty traitors' and 'desertin' scum' then see no option but to go down fighting we continued the final charge of the LOIAS(low-i-ass) Confederation Army, at first the corsair were driven back by our berserk charge but then they regrouped and went in for the kill." The Hares shudddered at the thought of having to face down more than at least ten times more foes that allies.

Then the marten continued "They focused their attacks on the wolverines first our leader and his royal guard dealt out massive casualties to the corsair but eventually even with us and the wolves on their flanks all of the wolverines fell, the wolves were next to go down under the corsair horde, they weren't as many in number as the wolverines seeing how we never had time to gather all the packs together but they fought on till they to were overwhelmed by the corsairs who by now had lost more then half of their number to us. Finally they turned on us, but they underestimated us pine martens, they found out the hard way we are more savage in battle than anybeast I know of, badgers an wolverines inluded. no offense to you marm, but eventually we to fell under the weight of their numbers though we had reduced their force to a measly third of what they came with." the young pine marten looked up and saw that everybeast in the hall was hanging on his words, not wanting to keep them waiting for a conclusion he delved deeper into his memory searching for what happened inside his mind.

Eventually he found it and picked up the account of the battle. "My group fought on till we were they last soldiers standing on the field, all heavily wounded but still fighting, then the corsairs backed off and a huge wildcat stepped out of their ranks. He spoke to us and told us we would all be given places as captains in his fleet because of how hard we fought, our leader spat in his face and was immediately slain by this wildcat and before I knew it my friend were gone too. That's when it happened." the young pine marten started racking his memory trying to recall exactly the events of the battle and what possessed him.

He then spoke to the gathered folk of Salamandastron "I don't know what happened to me but something snapped and I felt an immense rush of anger as saw my vision go tinged blood red and felt an unearthly primal roar leave a body that was no longer mine, then I remembered nothing until I woke up. It was to a bloody battlefield woaked in the blood of nearly everybeast their that I found myself and I saw now pawprints leading away from the area then I realized what was all around me. I looked where I stood and realized this was in the middle of what had been enemy ranks I looked to where I woke up and saw my to swords broken and bloodier than I thought was possible, then I looked at myself I was absolutely drenched in blood every inch of me was covered in blood and saw that I had part of fur and flesh in my claws and teeth. Knowing that apparently some rage had gripped me and I had slain every corsair on the field made me think 'What if this rage gripped me while I was not in a field of battle surrounded by foes? How many innocent creatures would be slain? Seeing no other option I left as to never endanger another beast of my homeland."

"So you set sail to see where the winds ocean would take you?" The Badger lady inquired "Aye." wzs the only thing the young pine marten could say. She continued "what's your name?" the young marten looked up from beneath the many scars that covered his body and face and spoke just two words "Jerrak Aglareb."