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Redwall Book Petition"Many people, including myself, enjoyed Nelvana'a adaptation of Brian Jacques' beloved Redwall series. However, after just 3 seasons, production of the series stopped. There are many more amazing books with which they can create more episodes. It is more than two years after Jacque' passing, and I can think of no better way to honor his amazing life and career than furthering this wonderful series."Redwall Book Petition by OtterBot
Redwall Game Kickstarter"The Warrior Reborn – The first officially licensed game set in the Brian Jacques’ beloved world of Redwall. AbbeyCraft and beyond..."Redwall Game Kickstarter by OtterBot
Redwall Contest"Scotty Bluefleck, the character I use as my avatar, is the main character in my fanfic Tales from Bowlaynee Castle. At the end of the story, she weds fellow TFBC character Prince Iram MacScutta. They later have eight children (this bit is not actually in the story), and that's where you come in. I'd like some help designing the Leverets. "Redwall Contest by OtterBot
The Vermin King: Chapter TwoIn his younger days, Abbot Benjamiah had been the greatest treewiffler Redwall Abby had ever known. He'd lived in the orchard, only ever going into the abby proper at meal times or when the winter months rolled in.The Vermin King: Chapter Two by xanderman1201
The old grey squirrel still visited the orchard every day, despite having long since moved to a room inside the Abby proper. He'd have a chair brought out amongst the trees after lunch and spend a good while sitting and reminicing about times long ago. Sometimes one of the other abby inhabitants would join him, prehaps even bringing tea to enjoy along with the good company. Today, he had settled in for a nap only to awaken and find himself at the center of a storm of dibbuns. The little creatures ran and laughed, being chased after by Brother Terrel and Tibby Thornback.
"Now look at what you scoundrels have done! You've gone and woke the Abbot from his nap!" Brother Terrel declared. The poor old dormouse was no match for dibbuns' speed; he knew as well as they did that he co
The Vermin King: Chapter OneThe sun shined down upon upon the world in all it's bright, beeming glory, standing alone in the cloudless sky. Somewhere bellow it, tents of all colors and sizes were set up in a great medow. All about the large camp, a great number of various vermin were going about their buisness. Over here, a rambuctious group of rats were having a drinking contest; over there, some soats were polishing their blades; and over that way, the sound of sword clashing with sword rang out in the air as a young ferret faced off with his darring rival.The Vermin King: Chapter One by xanderman1201
The ferret had light brown fur and vibrant emerald eyes, and wore a dark blue tunic. Upon his paw was a silver ring with a singe red ruby gemstone. He was young, just barely an adult, but it was clear that he was a born warrior; his body was already marked with a battle-scar across his chest.
His opponent was a young squirrel maiden, half a season or so younger than him. She had rust red fur and hazel eyes. She wore a sleeveless green tunic and, like the fer
The Vermin King: PrologueThe sun, proud though it might have been, hid it's face from the earth below. Billows of smoke blocked it's eyes, as though it dare not gaze upon the horrors below it, prefering to cast it's light everywhere else but upon the scene of desolation. The smoke itself rose up from the tragedy, fields and homes alike burning in ruin. Vermin of all shapes and sizes were about, some trying to use dirt and water to put out the flames while others serched for survivors.The Vermin King: Prologue by xanderman1201
One stood out from the rest, watching over all with bright emerald eyes. She was a Ferret with lustrous brown fur, wearing a black tunic with a green cloak. Atop her head was a golden cirlet with three blood red rubies set into it, the center one being twice the size of the other two. A splendid sword was strapped to her side, likely the work of an old badger lord that she had claimed as the spoils of war. Her careful eyes took in every detail of the seen before her, glinting with sorrow and sparking with a desire for revenge at
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