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Bit late skittering in here- Trick or treat!! Coughs up an image for you
happy halloween and hello molefriend!! Take this fucking terrifying 3d worm i just found on google images
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I could use a Niffler. #unemploymentfun #niffler #moneygrabbing #molefriend #harrypotter #fanart #illustration
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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) pt 1
I am so tempted to use the lenny face to title every post I now make for this AU. *coughs nervously*
Anyway so after @thegoldensoundtwice hurt my soul deeply and irrevocably and there is no forgiveness for meanies I would like to retaliate with the first part of a literal monstrosity, which is a sequel piece meant to follow this and this, and also this vignette of a prologue. Because you can’t just hint at a hecka schweet covert afterlife woodlander rescue mission through the jagged pits of Hellgates without making it happen. And mates........... where MAKING THIS HAPEN
@raphcrow it is not yet to be, but it is coming. *sly. slow. wink.*
Please enjoy what I have affectionately been referring to as Redwall Hell: The Anime. Here’s the opening theme LUL ~ Part two coming soon!
May the Great Vulpuz have mercy on us all.
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Hellgates was a realm nothing quite like Martin or his friends had envisioned. It was a dismal place, a land of earth, stone, and sand with no signs of life, creature or otherwise. The rough terrain was scored in places by scars torn deep into the earth, as if a great beast had unleashed its wrath upon the countryside. A pale-faced sun watched over the seemingly endless, desolate expanse, giving off a watery light that could easily have been outshone by a roaring hearthfire. A dull crimson glow emanated from the cracks and fissures etched into the monolithic stones, supplementing the weak sunlight, but it cast an eerie reddish pall over everything it touched. No sound could be heard, save the hollow whistling of the wind as it felt its way across the forbidding landscape.
Despite the apparent dryness of their surroundings, Martin and his company felt chilly, as though each of them had been confronted by a blast of frozen air. They travelled in a single file line, all their senses alert, each creature straining to catch a glimpse of... something.
“You’d think it’d be a mite warmer here, what with these veins of fire running through all these rocks,” Gonff’s voice broke into the silence. “It’s as if somebeast used the stones to ring their cooking fire, but the blaze that once licked at their insides never went out.”
“Burr, only ee foire burns lioke ee frost, zurr mouseythief,” Grumm observed, giving the rocks on either side of him a wide berth. “Oi’d loike to make ee proper foire for summ zoup, but there’m baint no sticks yurrabouts!”
Rose tentatively ran the back of her paw across the surface of one of the massive brimstone boulders. “I agree, Grumm. These stones look like they’d burn you if you touched one, but it actually feels like ice.” She paused as they reached the top of a small rise, thoughtfully surveying the terrain ahead of them. “Everything looks the same here, Martin. How do we know if we’re heading in the right direction?”
The warrior mouse reached the crest of the hill, coming to a standstill alongside her. “I don’t think there’s a way to tell for sure, Rose. This is a strange place. Still, we must continue on. The message the Lady conveyed to me was one of utmost urgency.”
Felldoh flicked his tail in a gesture of mild annoyance. “And I suppose it was so urgent she forgot to include directions?”
Martin shrugged, adjusting the shoulder strap of his sword belt. “I do not think the Lady of Hellgates would invite us to run a fool’s errand. There must be a way for us to figure out where we are going.”
“I’ve got it mates!” Gonff clapped his paws together, a look of mock seriousness upon his face. “I say we spin Dinny around in a circle, and wherever his nose points when he stops has got to be the right way to go.”
“You’m gurtly wrong thurr, zurr. Oi say we spin ee, more loike. This yurr moler culd sloice ee roipe cheese with yore snout as moi knoife, hurr!”
As Dinny and Gonff continued to banter back and forth, Laterose noticed that Grumm had been quietly staring off into the distance with curious intensity. She shimmied atop one of the brimstone boulders next to him and peered in the direction he was looking. “What is it, Grumm? Do you see anything out there?”
The spellbound mole shook his head slowly. “Burr no, miz Roser. Oi’m… oi thought oi heard ee voice callen from thataways. Twas most bootiful, loike ee soft velvet o’er glass.”
Martin stepped between Gonff and Dinny, effectively cutting short their conversation. “Is that true, Grumm? What did the voice say to you?”
Grumm’s deep molevoice was solemn as he intoned the cryptic message, “’Cumm, yore friend awaits for ee.’” He raised a hefty digging claw, indicating a line of low, jagged cliffs on the horizon off to one side. “Oi felt moi snout gettin’ tugged towards ee stoney ridge o’er yonder.”
“It may be that the Lady is trying to get our attention,” Rose offered. “Should we head in that direction?”
Felldoh observed the distant formation, voicing his thoughts aloud. “It could also be a trap. As of right now, we have no idea where we are in relation to our ultimate destination, and we have no way of knowing if the voice Grumm has heard isn’t some nasty trick meant to lead us astray.” He turned to the group, his tone edged with skepticism. “Have you noticed how we have yet to encounter anybeast here? Something can’t be right.”
“It seems my reputation as the Prince of Mousethieves precedes me.”
“Gonff.”
“Haha, sorry mates. Ah, I say we go see what Grumm’s velvety-voiced friend has in store for us.”
Martin shook his head at his friend’s joke and exhaled slowly, his keen gaze sizing up the distance between the group and the faraway cliffs. “Felldoh does have a point, but we have nothing else to go on but Grumm’s lead. If we head to the rocks, I think it would be wise to proceed with caution. Our only other option is to continue wandering aimlessly.” The warrior mouse held out an open paw. “All those in favor of investigating Grumm’s message, say ‘aye’.”
Four hearty voices rang out into the muted stillness. Martin glanced over at Felldoh, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Whatever it is, I think we can take it on. I’m in.”
The six friends travelled swiftly, Felldoh acting as rear guard while Gonff scouted ahead. The gently rolling flatlands they had previously been navigating dipped to morph with a low-lying, mazelike area of stone canyons. Coarse, black sand shifted unsteadily beneath their footpaws as the sheer monoliths of stone hemmed them in on either side. The canyon walls were eerily reflective, the glow from their fiery light veins casting roguish shadows betwixt every unfamiliar twist and turn. Even the slightest sound came ricocheting back at the group with deafening intensity. It was enough to put everybeast’s nerves on edge.
Gonff had adjusted his tactics somewhat, skillfully forging on to inspect the passageways of each new change of direction dictated by the structure of the canyon. He would creep forward, peering into every crevasse in the walls, checking every shadow, keenly alert for anything out of the ordinary. He had just reached the mouth of a wide, curving tunnel when he froze, his ears turning this way and that. When the rest of the group had caught up with him, he posed them a question.
“Do you mateys hear that?”
Everybeast was silent for a moment. Not a sound could be heard.
“What should we be listening for, Gonff?” Rose whispered, whiskers twitching curiously.
“It sounds like ocean waves lapping against a pebbled shore… and so close. But how?” The mousethief’s voice was almost hollow with bewilderment. “Can there be a sea in Hellgates?”
The squeal of a gannet abruptly cut through the air, closely followed by the sudden rushing hiss and resounding crash of an unseen wave upon sand. The six friends stood stock still, exchanging looks of surprise and confusion.
Grumm and Dinny were the first to move again, their footpaws sifting uneasily through the dark sand. Dinny elected to voice their joint observation aloud. “Marthen, if thurr be ee gurt sea yurrabouts, ee soil beneath us’n’s baint roight. If’n ee ground could speak, et would say no water bees here, zurrs! Naught for moiles aroun’!”
“What?” Felldoh was flabbergasted. “Are you saying there can’t be any body of water around here, even though we can all hear it?”
“And smell it, too,” Gonff added. He paused as everybeast caught a whiff of the salty coastal air. “We’d be blunderin’ ninnyheads to ignore what a mole knows to be true about the earth ‘n’ terrain, though.” One of his paws began to stray to the knives hanging from his belt. “Mayhaps Felldoh was right, eh? Could be some trick lies ahead, waiting for us.”
Martin glanced up at the strip of sky above them. Not a cloud was in sight. He sized up the canyon walls either side of them. “Do you think you could scale these walls to try to get a view of our surroundings, Felldoh?”
The warrior squirrel stepped closer to the nearest canyon face and ran his paws over it experimentally. “I don’t think so mate,” he admitted with obvious disappointment. “The surface is too smooth… no pawholds. Good idea, though.”
“Perhaps the only thing we can do is forge ahead.”
The five turned to see Rose unwinding her sling from about her waist, her eyes alight with determination. “I just heard the voice that spoke to you earlier, Grumm. It urged us to hurry. Why, I’m not sure.” She turned to her molefriend, her voice softening. “I understand why you were so thoughtful earlier, though. I feel as though somebeast just warmly embraced me… but, in my soul, if that makes sense.”
The kindly mole smiled and nodded, “Burr aye. Twere just loike ee say, miz Roser.”
“You’re sure?” Felldoh pressed.
Rose came to stand beside Martin. “Yes,” she answered, her tone resolute. “No matter what lies before us, I know we must go forth to meet it.”
Martin took a deep breath, straining to see down the darkened passageway before them. A solitary point of pale light hovered at the far end of the tunnel, its presence both chilling and intimidating. Suddenly, he realized that Rose had taken his paw. Their eyes met, and she offered him a warm smile. “All right, Rose,” Martin began, giving her paw a tender squeeze before he reluctantly released his grip. With business-like efficiency he turned to address the group. “Everybeast, stay together. Keep within a few paces of one another if you can. Felldoh, come up here with me. You and I will go in first. Gonff, you take the rear. Shout if you notice anything worth shouting about. Slings out, mates, in case we have to move fast.”
Everybeast shifted to follow Martin’s orders with stern precision. In moments the company was ready to move, each pair of paws loosely grasping a lithe sling, tongues of finely woven twine eager and ready to deliver a salvo of deadly missiles. After he had silently checked in with each of them, Martin gave the signal, and the friends moved forward as one. As they drew closer to the end of the tunnel, the sounds of the ocean became louder, filling the silence with a cacophony of screeching sea birds and undulating waves. Wafts of salty ocean air assaulted their nostrils, carrying hints of sunbaked sand and half-dried seaweed. Without a moment’s hesitation, the party emerged from the dark tunnel, everybeast blinking furiously in the harsh light.
The tunnel’s end opened upon a scene ripped from the very fabric of time. A long pathway led out before them, lazily curling around a mess of fallen chunks of rock until it split to go in two directions. Its left arm began to slope gently downwards, the uneven, sandy surface descending into a deep recess carved into the clifftop. The right fork of the path levelled off, running parallel to the beach far below them before it made a sharp turn and disappeared, presumably weaving its way down to the ocean. A brilliant sun shone down on them from a cloudless, periwinkle blue sky, its rays glinting off the surface of the distant sea as if it were a flawless, multifaceted jewel. A group of gannets soared playfully above the waves, chasing each other to and fro as the race to catch a meal was on. At first, the friends seemed to relax, but the idyllic nature of the scene was instantly shattered the moment they each laid eyes on the walls of a massive fortress, its oppressive bulk seeming to rise from amidst the sands above the tideline roughly a league to the north of their position. A tattered, solitary flag peeked over one end of the battlements, its patchwork form waving jauntily in the sea breeze.
It took Rose a moment for her to sift through her mind, recalling distant memories. There had been a missing presence from her home, a desperate mission to find her beloved younger brother, a long trek across miles of forest and scrubland, culminating in the appearance of a towering fort erected along a rugged coastline… and like a thunderbolt the realization struck her. On instinct she reached for Martin’s forearm. He was as tense as a tightly wound rope, and she also felt a distinct pressure as Felldoh stiffened alongside her, his bushy tail bristling. The eyes of both warriors were locked on the figure seated upon a throne carved into the rock before them, the very seat from whence Badrang had once surveyed his slaves at work in the stone quarry south of the stronghold of Marshank. Rose felt the fur on the back of her neck slowly rising as her gaze met a pair of dark eyes twinkling with malicious intent.
The figure lounging casually on the chiseled throne was a fox of indescribable beauty, his white fur almost glowing in the light from the brazen sun. He was dressed simply in a cloak of cobalt blue silk, a delicate silver chain fastening the garment over his breastbone. His eyes, sparkling like two flawless sapphires, took in the small group with an eager intensity, as a miserly vermin would count the treasures in his hoard. A mocking sneer wreathed his unfathomably proud features, the gentle sea breeze ruffling through his headfur. Once he had drawn the attention of every individual in the company, the fox showed his fangs in a cruel smile.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Martin son of Sayna?”
#*vibrates with excitement*#so ready to let vulpuz out of his cage#this has taken A LOT of work#and it is so worth it#i love this au with a burning passion#thank you mister jacques for the awesomeness of your world#writing#fan fiction#au#Redwall Hell#Hellgates#Vulpuz#Martin#Gonff#Felldoh#Rose#Laterose#Grumm#Dinny#i really like this opening song btw#never let the unknown get to you and keep you there#also: expect ridiculous amounts of friendship#dare i say#the friendship levels may be over 9000#Redwall Hell The Anime#Part One
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