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Journey Into Mossflower
Sal Fish Fin

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Redwall: the Quest, Chapters 1-4
Note: in honor of this being my first update written after the airing of The Legend of Korra (coughakathereasonitooksolongtogetthisdonecough), all images in this post will be GI Fs from that show, or its prequel, Avatar: the Last Airbender. They will show up whenever I deem them most [in]appropriate. I am not sorry.

Chapter 1

Matthias wakes up from his nap and revels in that "I just had the best sleep ever" feeling for all of one second before he realizes he's an idiot. He's lost and alone in the forest, and goes off to hide under a tree because forests are scary in the dark. Seeing how pitiful a figure he must look, he tries to gain some man points back by challenging the standard creepy forest sound that he hears. And it's a baby squirrel, sucking on his paw. Matti finds some kind of dark humor in the fact that he was essentially about to stab an infant in the face.

The squirrel doesn't talk, so Matthias has to communicate in "Yes or no" questions, and he eventually gets the little guy to lead him back to Redwall.

Yes, that's all that happens in this chapter.

No, I have nothing funny to say about it.

Chapter 2

Morty is in the courtyard with other relieved defenders, I guess in some gesture of camaraderie, when Methuselah comes over and they talk about being old.Then Methuselah points out that there's a tree that's moving about in an odd manner, and Constance is called to check on it.

The rats are having trouble with the plank, and Cheesethief makes the cardinal sin of looking stupid in front of Cluny.

Scragg gets the plank steadied, and Cluny is the first to try to run across.

And then Constance comes out of nowhere and knocks the plank clear off the wall. And Cluny falls the whole way.

That's kind of a terrible way to go.

Cheesethief's next move is to check if Cluny's alive, and when it turns out that he is, he starts ass-kissing to get back into Cluny's good graces.

And thus a million and a half Cheesethief/Cluny slash fics burst from the reproductive organs of furries and fangirls (and furry fangirls) everywhere.

Scragg, too is also alive, and after he orders the able-bodied to hoist Cluny to base, Cheesethief doubles back just as Matthias and Sam get close enough to watch.

Children read this book.

After a bit of a narmy reaction (by the narrator no less), this happened.

An infant has managed to perform by himself what it took an entire army to fail at.


My Suspension of Disbelief cracked just a little bit.

Anyway, he gets Constance to open the door, and she carries Matthias to the main gate to watch the army retreat. Redtooth is trying to put on a good show of being Cluny, but it fails, mostly because the real Cluny is on a stretcher near him. Covered or not, who else is important enough that to be carried like that? Why they couldn't take him on a route through the woods is anyone's guess.

Mortimer, good sport that he is, orders that nobody fire at them while they're retreating. It's not met with unanimous support, but his word is law.



Oh, wait. No I'm not.

Anyway, we get another love-interest-ish moment with Cornflower. It was almost cheesy, but this line saved it.

Maybe because I know firsthand that it works. Sometimes. At all other times, you get slapped.

Also, Cornflower's daddy is alright. There's like two lines devoted to it, and the knowledge is ultimately pointless in the scope of things, but hey, if Matthias hadn't asked, he'd have come off as a selfish idiot.

The Abbot pulls him away for a council of war, where he introduces Matthias properly to Silent Sam, the squirrel who led him back. His parents actually let him wander around Mossflower alone (And the award for worst parents ever goes to... Okay, Ozai and Darth Vader still have them beat), and will be around to pick him up soon. Basil will be on his way back as well, presumably by lunch.

After he gets a brief of what was happening while he was gone, the subject turns to Cluny. Mortimer, wise as he is, is naive (or trusting in the goodness inherent in the hearts of every creature, so same thing, basically) enough to think that Cluny's gone for good. As Constance points out, he isn't. He can't let the word spread that he got owned by a bunch of mice in an abbey, so he has no choice but to try again.

This convinces him, and he declares Constance, Matthias, Winifred, Ambrose and Foremole de facto leaders in case of another assault by Cluny, and then tells Matthias that Methusaelah wants to talk to him.

Book 2: Chapter 3

Back in Cluny's camp, his captains are standing guard and taking stock Cluny's many injuries.

It's a nice touch that they're completely terrified of putting him out of his misery right there because he might just be testing them. No, think about this for a second. Their leader is grievously injured, and they're half-convinced that he could still take on the five of them if he wanted to, and he was just faking to see what they'd do if he was at their mercy, because they think he's just that tough. That's an incredible feat of showing instead of telling that I have to applaud because it's actually one of Jacques' weakest areas in writing in his later books (I remember one character who literally walked with a letter that pretty much said "This guy is annoying because of XYZ. Take him off my hands for me, yeah?").

Anyway, Cluny continues to have homoerotic dreams about Martin.



It's the Sharptooth eye all over again.

Cluny calls for the new recruits who lived in the area to see about finding a healer for him. Killconey (did I mention how awesome that name is? Because really) suggests The vixen Sela and her son Chickenhound. Cluny grabs him with his (broken, I may add) tail and starts choking him, demanding that he bring them by any means necessary).

It's moments like this that make Killconey one of my favorites. His voice. I hear it in my head. It is perfect. Also: 11.5 references to hell.

Cluny then starts formulating a new plan, ordering Redtooth to find something to act as a battering Ram.

12.5 references to hell.

Book 2: Chapter 4

We're back to Methuselah and Matthias, who are using ink to highlight the words that were etched into the wall behind Martin's picture. It takes them an hour, which I really don't understand.

It's the same rhyme from the prologue-ish... thing.

Who says that I am dead Knows nought at all. I — am that is, Two mice within Redwall. The Warrior sleeps ’Twixt Hall and Cavern Hole. I — am that is, Take on my mighty role. Look for the sword In moonlight streaming forth, At night, when day’s first hour Reflects the North. From o’er the threshold Seek and you will see; I — am that is, My sword will wield for me.

According to Microsoft Word, that's 75 words and 350 characters. If the counter ignored blank space, and with 3600 seconds in an hour, that means it took more than 10 seconds to fill in each letter; Methuselah had started working on it before Matthias even got there. Unless the letters are really huge, there's no way it would take that long.

But that's just me. Cornflower comes in with some food for them.


That's not even the worst part of this, mind you:


So basically, the whole riddle-solving moves along like this:

''Who says that I am dead

Martin is still alive

''I — am that is,

The dash seems to indicate some sort of separation between “I” (Martin) and “am that is.”

“Am that is” is an anagram for “Matthias.”

''‘ The Warrior sleeps

Very straightforward here. Between the Great Hall and Cavern Hole, there's a flight of seven steps, with the name “Redwall”carved into the walls going up and down, one letter per step. As “W”is in the middle, and “M” is an upside-down “W,” they figure that it's this one step that's the answer.

And that means moles.

And that means transcribed accents:

Methuselah translates, even though the only necessary thing he needed to say was that “fortification” is an old word for “castle.” Any eight-year-old could probably parse the rest.

And ever since I grew to understand Kelly from Misfits, I've had no trouble parsing any accent at all, so long as they were speaking English.

So, the moles find a crack in the joint of the step, and flip the stair over with a crowbar and some good old mole elbow grease.

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Tuckerscreator 7th Jun 12
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