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| Elip S. Quire | Feb 9 2010, 01:01 PM Post #1 |
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The story is below, once you are done reading it, copy the story and click the bottom link to return to the Scroll Pile and make your story. GOOD LUCK! It was a bright late-morning at the mountain fortress of Salamandastron, the huge summer sun shone like firery gold upon the sands and rocks. Though the intense heat was not idea for a morning picnic, it was perfect when used as training ground for the hares of the Long Patrol. Lieutenant Heartrig S. Quire, a veteran of the patrol, stood on a rock slab watching blades and pike heads shimmer in the sunlight as the hares used them to perform many hacks, cuts, and gashes into huge wooden blocks that were placed in front of them. Heartrig tried to hide his smile as he watched the Long Patrol hares -and ones in training- trying to be the first to slash through their massive wooden obstacles. He turned to Captain Poll who had come up beside him, "Oh would ya' look at that! I'd say those hares are movin' at record speed, wot! Look at Pieface jr. over there." Captain Poll looked hardly at the mentioned hare, shielding his eyes against the sun, "Hahahah, yon Pieface jr. is older than I and you, 'tis a bally shame his parents named him junior!" Poll received a playful nudge from Heartrig, "SHHH, I jolly well wouldn't let him hear me say that! See how good he is with that pike? Those planks are half as thick as a blinkin' oak tree, an' look, he's already half through it. I say wot wot!" Poll turned his head to relieve his eyes of the bright sunlight, then stopped as if shocked and disappointed as he placed his paw in the direction of his attention. "Sah, y'might want to see what your son's doing with yon' plank. Ee's goin' about it the wrong way." The lieutenant also shook his head trying to hide his embarrassment, it was a truly odd sight, instead of going to work hacking or breaking through the massive wooden block, young Elip S. Quire had done something totally different. Taking a long nail-shaped blade, the young hare stuck it into the massive block of wood, then using a small pike, he started hammering the long sword deep into the wooden obstacle. Heartrig was about to call to reprimand his son when the sudden realization of what Elip was doing clicked. The more Elip hammered the long nail-shaped blade into the wood, the more resound CRACKS could be heard echoing around the mountain shores. Soon the whole thing looked like a block-shaped pile of wooden rubble. CRASH! Elip hit as close to the top-left corner of the block as he could reach. In a cloud of sand, wood dust, and some bark, the whole thing came crumbling down into a jumbled mass! The rest of the hares watched in awe at the spectacle. Wiping the sweat off of his brow with a dirty paw, the young hare skipped proud, but awkwardly to his fathers side, "Now, hugh, that is wha' I calls.... a blinkin' naughty wood, wot! I thought, hugh, me paws would fall straight offen my arms!" The proud father picked up his son and placed him on his right shoulder, "Well I'd say ya' did a jolly good job of teachin' it a lesson, wot ho me boy!" Later on that day, in the dinning halls of Salamandastron, the hares of the mountain had gathered to do the most important thing any hare could think of...EATING. Heartrig sat on the right side of the mountain's Badger Lord talking to Captain Poll who was on his left, "I say, where d’you think my wife Whoolahy is? She should be here by now. Y'don't think she's still in the gardens do you?" Poll looked at his lieutenant unworriedly, "Oh don't you worry sah, marm Whoolahy'll pop up when she sees fit, she's often done it before. I think it's her hobby to take unscheduled walks an' such, if you'd excuse me saying sah." Heartrig sighed, "Yes I guess you're right." http://s14.zetaboards.com/DABPlayTents/forum/5039/ Edited by Elip S. Quire, Feb 9 2010, 01:02 PM.
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