Post by Mr. X on Oct 31, 2010 21:14:34 GMT -5
((Okay, so this is a story I hope to continue that is very close to Mouse Guard, but of my own creation, I hope you like it))
As Light as a Feather
The snow was only just melting as the tips of grass appeared on the wet ground, few mice had yet to leave the confines of their towns, and only the hardiest were willing to set out at this time for fear of the extreme cold and any animals that may have entered beyond the mouse borders. Winter was quick to wipe away the delicate scents and walls the Order built and maintained year round.
Only the Order was beginning to send its agents from The Sanctuary, their large stone castle and the base of operations, located in the centre of mouse society. It was early morning that the Order’s leader Angus called Curtis and Brand into his office to discuss their first mission of the new season.
Brand was an elderly grey mouse, sixty-five years of age and quickly nearing his retirement as a member of the Order. Although his years were reflected in his cane-stricken hobble, it too showed in his exceptional art of spear fighting.
Curtis was a loyal member of the guard in his prime at thirty-one, a compassionate brown-furred swordsman, whose past adventures proved a strong reminder never to let his teammates down and to put his every being into completing a mission.
Angus was clearly stressed with the busy tasks of organizing the missions, his desk covered with a number of letters and maps, detailing the current and future movements of the Order. “I am going to cut to the chase here boys” he said, pushing aside some of the letters as he scratched the scar carved just above the eye patch on his left eye, “Emily hasn’t sent notice from Hazelburrow since the start of the Spring season and we are worried something may have happened.”
Curtis listened intently for Emily was a close Order member and friend, breaking his concentration only in annoyance to Brand who was lighting his pipe, the smoke wafting over only to Curtis it seemed.
“Now this is nothing to really worry about, but I need to make sure as a formality.” Brand said, ending the conference there as he waved them both out.
They were off that morning, Hazelburrow was a close town, and if they moved quickly they could reach the town’s outskirts by the next morning. The sun was but a dream to them as the sky filled with looming clouds, Brand’s superstition telling him this was a bad omen of trouble to come.
After a few hours of travel night was setting in, the two clinging close to the known mouse trails so as to avoid unnecessary alterations with danger.
“Brand, we are lost, take out the map and check our position” Curtis complained, his compass clearly stating North West when they were to be heading north.
“I have scoured these lands long before your tender paws even touched the soil beneath you, trust me, my way is the right way” Brand replied reassuringly, his pipe the only light other than Curtis’ small lantern for miles around, that was until now.
“Stop!” Brand whispered sternly to Curtis who instinctively
crouched down, laying his lantern low and covering it with his black cloak, dimming their position to the mice a few feet down the hill.
“I don’t recognize their armour” Curtis said squinting, attempting to see any sort of symbol to establish them as Hazelburrow soldiers.
“Me neither. There has to be what? Six, seven of them?” he said as he watched the black armoured soldiers of all sizes patrolling their small camp sight, their large hawk feathers swaying behind them.
“How do you think they got those feathers?” Curtis asked, surprised at the rarity of a Hawk feather, a dangerous predator to the mice.
Taking a long inhale of his pipe Brand let out a long sigh, the smoke rising to the darkened sky as he scratched his furry beard “I doubt they killed one, but I don’t wish to find out. We make haste for Hazelburrow, conceal your weapon beneath your cloak Curtis, there may be more in town”.
It was almost at this realization that the sound of thunder reigned overhead as drops of rain began to fall upon the two mice, the trip was going to be long and it was going to be wet.
As Light as a Feather
The snow was only just melting as the tips of grass appeared on the wet ground, few mice had yet to leave the confines of their towns, and only the hardiest were willing to set out at this time for fear of the extreme cold and any animals that may have entered beyond the mouse borders. Winter was quick to wipe away the delicate scents and walls the Order built and maintained year round.
Only the Order was beginning to send its agents from The Sanctuary, their large stone castle and the base of operations, located in the centre of mouse society. It was early morning that the Order’s leader Angus called Curtis and Brand into his office to discuss their first mission of the new season.
Brand was an elderly grey mouse, sixty-five years of age and quickly nearing his retirement as a member of the Order. Although his years were reflected in his cane-stricken hobble, it too showed in his exceptional art of spear fighting.
Curtis was a loyal member of the guard in his prime at thirty-one, a compassionate brown-furred swordsman, whose past adventures proved a strong reminder never to let his teammates down and to put his every being into completing a mission.
Angus was clearly stressed with the busy tasks of organizing the missions, his desk covered with a number of letters and maps, detailing the current and future movements of the Order. “I am going to cut to the chase here boys” he said, pushing aside some of the letters as he scratched the scar carved just above the eye patch on his left eye, “Emily hasn’t sent notice from Hazelburrow since the start of the Spring season and we are worried something may have happened.”
Curtis listened intently for Emily was a close Order member and friend, breaking his concentration only in annoyance to Brand who was lighting his pipe, the smoke wafting over only to Curtis it seemed.
“Now this is nothing to really worry about, but I need to make sure as a formality.” Brand said, ending the conference there as he waved them both out.
They were off that morning, Hazelburrow was a close town, and if they moved quickly they could reach the town’s outskirts by the next morning. The sun was but a dream to them as the sky filled with looming clouds, Brand’s superstition telling him this was a bad omen of trouble to come.
After a few hours of travel night was setting in, the two clinging close to the known mouse trails so as to avoid unnecessary alterations with danger.
“Brand, we are lost, take out the map and check our position” Curtis complained, his compass clearly stating North West when they were to be heading north.
“I have scoured these lands long before your tender paws even touched the soil beneath you, trust me, my way is the right way” Brand replied reassuringly, his pipe the only light other than Curtis’ small lantern for miles around, that was until now.
“Stop!” Brand whispered sternly to Curtis who instinctively
crouched down, laying his lantern low and covering it with his black cloak, dimming their position to the mice a few feet down the hill.
“I don’t recognize their armour” Curtis said squinting, attempting to see any sort of symbol to establish them as Hazelburrow soldiers.
“Me neither. There has to be what? Six, seven of them?” he said as he watched the black armoured soldiers of all sizes patrolling their small camp sight, their large hawk feathers swaying behind them.
“How do you think they got those feathers?” Curtis asked, surprised at the rarity of a Hawk feather, a dangerous predator to the mice.
Taking a long inhale of his pipe Brand let out a long sigh, the smoke rising to the darkened sky as he scratched his furry beard “I doubt they killed one, but I don’t wish to find out. We make haste for Hazelburrow, conceal your weapon beneath your cloak Curtis, there may be more in town”.
It was almost at this realization that the sound of thunder reigned overhead as drops of rain began to fall upon the two mice, the trip was going to be long and it was going to be wet.
Great stuff, I look forward to reading more. ^_^))