Completed Autobiographies

5-10 deeds

Sapphira Silverflame's Story

My tale begins many seasons ago, on the long-since destroyed Isle of Sampetra. One of my forebears from generations past was a simple guard of the menacing palce of Ublaz, the twisted pine martin monarch with the magical eyes. Zapdur Dartongue, the lowly keeper of the gates, kept his life and sanity (unlike so many others) by keeping a safe distance from old "Mad-Eyes" at all times, and at the time when the palace was levelled, he managed to flee the island in a small life boat. He took with him naught but some supplies and a paddle, but still managed to make his way to the small island of Leaflore, which was inhabited by a flourishing band of tiny squirrels. By convincing the religious tree-jumpers that he was a god, Zapdur got them to willingly replace his leaking canoe with a much larger craft, a proper vessel for traveling the seas. Taking twenty or so squirrels for slaves and a fresh suplly of rations, Zapdur became the example of proper sea-vermin: answering t! o no one, and becoming richer by the day. Eventually, Zapdur took a wife, Kikkila Zlash, and settled in a secluded cove in the south. Soon Zapur and Kikkila had a sizable family, along with several other roaming monitors that decided to join the clan. Some time later, a rogue daughter by the name of Dakdur broke away from her clan and followed the footsteps of her father, becoming an infamous corsair. She too took a mate and eventually started her own clan, ironically, on the Isle of Leaflore, where she enslaved the entire tribe of current inhabitants. After many generations, I, Sapphira Silverflame, was born to Hajourn and Fivorila Silverflame, a couple who tended to have contrasting views to those of the other inhabitants. Hajourn was a rebel and had many followers, and a year or so after I was born, a civil war broke out on the island. After over half a season of fighting, the island (which Dakdur had renamed The Isle of Jisktal Kott) had been devastated, and my family cast! out. We became wanderers and, many years after their deaths, I found myself on the shores of the fabled Tyrsk Nirrh, which I had always thought was a legend. After a season or two of living as a civilian, I found myself Queen of the fair city, and so I shall stay.

Quicktalon's Story

Quicktalon was born in the North Mountains. He grew up among the falcons and eagles of the snows, where he learned to fight and was not discriminated against. You see, Quicktalon was a snowy owl among falcons and eagles. Quicktalon couldn't fly fast, he couldn't corkscrew and spin like the other birds. But he was accepted.
On one fateful day, crows attacked from the pines. The force of falcons fought well, and beat the crows back. However, Quicktalon was captured. His wings were pinned by the black birds, and he was forced to wait on the Crow Chieftan. Quicktalon was an ivory bird in an ebony world.
Eventually, Quicktalon was considered such a little threat by crows that his wings were unpinned and he was allowed to fly. Still, his legs were lashed together so he could not escape.
Quicktalon gained the trust of the Chieftan soon enough. A vixen tricked the Chieftain into leaving the pines. She was about to slay the crow when Quicktalon swooped in silently and dipped his talons in the vixen's poison. Quicktalon ripped the vixen's arms from her body, staining the ground red.
The Chieftain let the owl go, with whatever gift he wanted to take. Quicktalon choose the vixen's powdered poison, and left the pines for the West.
Adventure found Quicktalon very quickly. When the owl landed upon a gnarled tree for a rest, a multitude of small frilled lizards attacked with vines and mud. Quicktalon fought well, killing many. But they overwhelmed him, and pulled him into the swamp.
The second Quicktalons wings were covered to muck, he snipped the bag of poison powder with his beak. The powder fell out, and mixed with the swamp water. The toxic mixture seaped into the lizard's mouths, causing mass seizures.
Quicktalon broke free and left the swamp for the sea.
At the sea there was a crew of corsairs camped out on the shore. They were unusually sober, and offered the snowy owl whatever he wanted of their possesions if he would kill the cook. They told him that the cook was poisoning the crew with some powder he slipped into the food. When the captain challanged the cook, the poisoner got onboard the ship and left without the crew.
Quicktalon took the job and flew away from the shore. Soon he spotted the crewless ship. He landed on the jibboom. The cook was singing, and didn't notice the silent owl. Quicktalon grabbed the unaware beast and cut him arm. Then the snowy owl dropped him into the sea. The sharks would devour the treacherous cook.
Quicktalon turned the ship back towards the corsair camp and left for new lands.

Rasconva's Story

I came from a tribe of the Painted Ones. But my mother and I were banished because we were much bigger than the rest of them. My father was the leader of the Painted Ones, he was a short and slender beast. He loved to fight, he was the deadliest Painted One there has ever been and will be. When my mother and I were banished, we traveled for seasons, until one day we were attacked by a group of vermin. My mother died protecting me. I told her I would be fine, but she would not listen. After I buried my mother I became a traveler until I found the place I call home. I lived at Dark Mouse Cove for a long time. I was one of the happiest rats there ever was. I had a mate, two dibbuns, and some friends, which I still have.

Calipto's Story

It all started when I was born. I was a snow-white weasel, very rare, since usually stoats turn white, not weasels. My eyes were a beautiful blue, and my parents put me up as an albino. I was of the royal blood of Nieves, and we lived in the far North. Anyways, my parents lived under a very strict rule: no going outside. It was very strict for us (me and my sister Celafino, owing to the fact that we sisters were very curious. Well,I was a very strange little weasel, which I will tell you about later. When I was four seasons old, my younger sister was born. She had jet black fur, and she had mysterious, jade-coloured eyes, which seemed to shift, and turn. She was no regular sibling. I had two sisters now, my younger one, who was later named Scorpio, and my older one, called Celafino. She was a regular-coloured weasel. A little while after Scorpio was born, a travelling cart came to our palace. It was a music cart, and we allowed them entry.There was a problem, though. Their music was horrible. My parents tried to break it to them nicely, but they got mad anyways. They stole my sister Scorpio, and that was when I started to change. One day,when I WAS allowed to go outside, I knocked out the guards and ran. I ran away from the kingdom, going on a killing spree as I went. My mind was not on good manners any more, but who my next victim would be. While on my crazy killing spree, I bumped into a corsair ship. I thought of dealing with them single-handed, but, alas, I went under after killing twenty. I was taken in as a slave, after which the other slaves were frightened of me. There,I met my cousin. We found out we were both related. Her name was Selayna. After the slaving, I was humbled. I thought of cruelty, I thought of hunger, and how precious life is. Anger burned in my heart. I hatched a plan, getting all the staples out, and when our ship raided Salamandastron, we broke free. Now I am a member of many sites. I met my sister, Scorpio, at Saladance, and I found out what was strange about her. Not her colour, not her eyes, but herself. She was magical, immortal, she was learning the art of magic. My life was very unusual. Now I am a docter/healer and a fighter.

Selayna's Story

There is not much I remember about my life, but I know I came from Mossflower. Well,my origin, that is. My great-great-great-great and so on grand parents were driven out by a snake threat, the name of Asmodeus. We then settled in with our cousins, far in the North beside their castle. It was a long time ago, and I was born the same day of my cousin Calipto. But that day we were under siege. It was horrible. My father was shot by a poisoned arrow. We lived in a smaller place, beside the castle, and we were vulnerable. My aunt and uncle tried to get us into the castle, but they couldn't get out. We were captured and when I was four seasons old my mother died of slavery. Finally, I broke out and ran. We were near the north shores by then, and as soon as I escaped, I was taken captive on a searat ship. There I met my cousin Calipto, I could tell it was her by the fur, the snow-white fur all year, for it was winter. My sister broke out along with all the slaves, including me, and we have been travelling together ever since. I met a pine marten, now my best friend. Her name is Bluebell,and I think she's related to Ublaz, the way her eyes are so eerie.

Carnage's Story

It was born that night. That terrible night when the count and the countess were awaiting the child. Soon, he was born. A long, sinewy Monitor lizard, eyes like jet, teeth as sharp as pikes. As soon as he saw his parents he grabbed the nearest weapon, a scythe, and slew them with two mighty blows. He withdrew into the darkness, where he watched the royal guards hunt for him. The assassins leaped in fright as they saw the beast, but it was too late, he was onto them, and teeth ripped the Monitor flesh. That night the most fearsome of monitor lizards was born. He left in search of a more gruesome life, hunting woodlanders in their own homes, making blacksmiths make his most destructive weapon: a five headed scythe, with a the ability to collapse into a spear, scimitar and a dagger. Then the fearsome Monitor lizard found a name for himself. Its sound like thunder, its taste like lightning and cold steel; Carnage The Assassin. He came to Jet Hellthunder's city, where he was threatened, and if the threat was held true, all Hell would break loose.

Opium Ice Kiss' Story

Well, i've been travelling for quite some time. I was robbed of my home and family at a very young age. It was so long ago i don't remember all of the exact details. I remember a lot of shouting and bloodshed. There were tears and screams. My mother was holding me. I was small enough to be held at that time. She was running. My father, he had already gone to join the effort. To help protect the city. It was no use. The other mothers and children were trying to escape. The attacking army broke through the lines of our army. My mother was shot in the back. In the back, how indignant. But it was great luck for me. She fell forward onto me, hiding me from the viscious attackers who were killing man and woman, old and young. I must have laid there for days in fear. Finally, i crept out, covered in mud and blood, most of which was not my own. I could hear the pounding of hooves behind me but it was too late, one remaining soldier cha! rged up behind me and slashed my back with his longsword. I collapsed and lied still, pretending to be dead and holding in my screams of agony. My act worked and he left. In a short time i passed out from lack of blood. When i woke up i was lying in a tent in the forest. I had been bandaged and was dressed in clean clothes. There was some on a small table nearby and more clothes piled in the corner. I ate quickly and exited the tent to thank my savior, but i was alone. i stayed there for a months. Every day there when i awoke there was more food for me, but i never did discover who the good samaratin was. Finally, when i felt that my wound had healed sufficently, though i still had, and still have a large scar across my back from my right shoulder down to my left hip, I left to search for a new home. Somewhere that i could be safe. Some where that i could start a new life. I've been traveling in and out of cities, towns, on and off of islands and mountains in and out of forests and deserts, never finding a place where i can be completely accepted.

Korik Thunderspear's Story

Me name is Korik Thunderspear, I am from New Hope, which is lead by my friend Abbot Dandin. I 'm interested in making my name known to all, a legend ya know. Well, I ventured upon this place on accident and hoping to find me mate Starcry. Have you seen her? She is a black hare with a scar across her eye. She is a veteran like me, real handy with her spring staff. What's a spring staff? well it's a staff with a nice metal pattern on it til' she hits the trigger and blades fly out, a remarkable creature she is. Ah, those where the days, I once fought with a couple of vermin, only they were good beasts like self. Needed help they did, and they got me and me friends to help them out. Now they have their own kingdom and no one will mess with them. So, bucko was that worth the coin?

Squeaker's Story

Squeaker, that's me. I come from what used to be Mount Jaceera. I have no royal blood. I wouldn't submit to Lord Clinger because he was a corrupted old thug to Queen Jaceera. Well, anyways, I helped a rebel band led by two mice-- Dandin(who would later become abbott) and Frysia and consisting of Korik Thunderspear, Starcry(a black hare) a shrew, a mole, an otter, a falcon, a horde of vermin, and the mute mouse known as Mason. These beasts founded New Hope, which is like Redwall, but Dandin felt that citizens should be taught in the arts of warfare. Well, anyways, I flew arond as a courier for Dandin until I met up with King Jet, who was travelling home, and he invited me to visit. And that's how I got here.

Blackstar's Story

Me name is Blackstar.I was born in the land ruled by Jaceera, where me family was forced to serve in the warlord's army. Jaceera imprisoned and executed me family for attempting to free some slaves. Luckily, I escaped when Sir Korik and his rebels stormed the castle. I later returned from me wanderings and helped found New Hope. I then journeyed to Redwall where I heard of Tyrsk Nirrh. I offered me sword first to Sir Korik Thunderspear and then to King Jet Hellthunder.

Mariel's Story

Well, hmm. . . Where should I start? I guess I should start at the beginning. . . I was born in a small village high in the mountains, where we were all very cut off, and lived in our own little world. I grew up there, and lived quite happily until I reached the age of ten. After living there for so long, I wished for something more to go places and do things. So I packed my few belongings and set off down the mountain, where I would search for my aunt, who my mother had told me about. She was supposedly living in disgrace, as an outlaw in the woods. I would go live with her, and I thought I could find work as an apprentice in the nearby village. However, it was not so easy as that! When I reached my aunt's woods, she was not there. However much I searched, I could not find her! I finally found out from a peasant that she had run away, and her body had been found in a river, where she must have drowned. After finding this out, I decided to go back to my hometown. When I got there, my family had moved away, and I had nowhere to go. At this, I broke down. I was at a loss, and I began to wander. Finally I found this place, Tyrsk Nirrh, and joined! Although I was beginning to go crazy from living alone for so long as a child, by the time I got her, I soon healed from the cheerful help of Queen Sapphira, and here I am now!

Galicia Silverfire's Story

I was born a wee lass in the lands of Jaceera. Me family was arrested for trying to free some slaves. When the Wolf Guard for me, I snuck away. While running, I met a group of wild otters who took me in. With them teaching me, I became a crack shot with me crossbow. I also learned tracking,hunting, trapping, and camouflaging. Leaving the otters, I set out to find what became of me family. I found out all were slain except for Blackstar. I made it me mission to find him. I found him at Tyrsk Nirrh. There, I joined him and Korik and haven't left them since.

Zerpid Deathwing's Story

I cum'z frum far awayz, About's twenty onez dayz frum here. A playz called Newza Hopea. I never knewz me'z family. Mostz creaturz from Newza Hopez ar'a out cast'z. All'a I'za know'a bout' is that I'a was bornz in a small'za village and I'z waz Taken'z directly under zie Blackstarz care. Since thenz he haz'a taughtz me to uz'a daggerz. Coookarrooo!!! Wellz I'z don'ta know'a too'za much bout' me 'cept I'za am workingz for zie King Jet. Zat iz my'z paz't. Koohokachoo!!

Vela Samedi's Story

I, as yeh know, am Vela Samedi, o'the Samedi Travelling Minstrels. We was a group o'travelling entertainers, both goodbeast an' vermin....the finest in the lan', we was. I learned me trades, comedy and guitar playin' from those beasts. I'd lived with 'em most o'me life...then one night... "SEARAT RAID!" I'll never ferget those two words 's long as I live. I remember a young pine marten lad wakin' me an' me liddle sister, Soprano, up. We all 'eaded out ter fight, I grabbed me bow and started bat'lin 'em. They was cruel and as blackhearted as Gabool de Wild 'imself! Many o'us were killed. Blood...fire...mournful wails...cold....no...The experience was horrible...I managed to escape with Soprano an' a few o'our friends. We was taken in by a holt of these wonderful otters, great jokesters they were. Well, af'er awhile, I decided ter leave an' come to Tyrsk Nirrh.

Nightmasque Longclaw's Story

As you know, my name is Nightmasque. Nightmasque Longclaw, to be precise. I am a ferret. I am the color of most sable ferrets, only the black markings on my face, the ferret's "mask" is much, much, bigger, it covers my entire face. I come from far, far away to the north, farther than you have ever been. I lived in a forest all alone. I do not remember ever having what you call a mother, or a father, or brothers or sisters. I have always lived alone. I suppose that my parents cast me out when I was small...this is the way of the ferrets if two are ever born that look exactly the same. I suppose that I have a sister...out there...somewhere...with a black mask like mine... But back to my story, I lived in the log of a great oak, an oak so big that I could stretch out inside of it width-wise and still be comfortable. Then one day, a vermin army stomped through my clearing. I left my little log to join them. They dazzled me so: to live a vermin life. But it was not as glorious as it seemed. This army was stupid and a bunch of bullies and cowards. So I stole one of their ships and sailed south. And now I am here.

Silverfeather Nightskye's Story

Well, I was hatched about sixteen seasons ago in the Northern Mountains. My parents, Silentwing and Snowjewel, and I lived in one of the hardwood forests that cover the bases of the mountains. I was a very happy eggchick, playing with other snowy owls and learning to hunt with my parents. But one day, when I was about seven seasons old, a very old snowy owl returned to the forest and told us about all the incredible lands he had seen in his travels and all of the wondrous creatures he had met. This awakened a travelling instinct deep within me that my people call the wanderlust, and I went to my parents and asked them what to do about my desire. They were very supportive and told me that I could leave anytime I wanted to. So I packed up a few of my belongings, bade my parents and friends a rather tearful farewell, and set off to find adventure in the great unknown lands. As I travelled, I learned the way of the warrior from friends that I made along the way, and by the time I reached the temperate region of Mossflower, I was quite experienced in fighting vermin and creatures whose only purpose on the earth is evil. While I was there, I met a great female badger in the forest who had set up her own forge and made useful tools for the forest-dwelling creatures. We became good friends, and I stayed with her for three seasons. When my wanderlust asserted itself again, and I told her that I had to go, she gave me a farewell gift in the form of a pair of silver fighting talons. I had never seen such a treasure and weapon, and I value them highly to this day. She told me to remember her when I use them in battle, and I still do. After that, I continued south, passing through many different kingdoms and lands, until I reached the tropical region. I started hearing talk of an incredible city farther south where the monitor lizards ruled and every traveller was welcome. The name of the city, Tyrsk Nirrh, echoed in my dreams, and I knew that my wanderlust had been leading me there the entire time. I kept flying south until I reached Tyrsk Nirrh. I have found that it is truly a home away from home for me, and I feel that I belong here.

Abaddon Slashclaw's Story

I come from a strange place, yes, where vermin and goodbeasts alike both coexist in large numbers. We called ourselves "The outlanders," and we were proud of it. I was part of this roving band before my parents were killed by the Redwallers. I took the name Abaddon Slashclaw. Abaddon is the guardian of Dark Gates, and Slashclaw was the name of my adoptive mother, Wahara Slashclaw, a wolf.

Starlit Bluefire's Story

I'll have to admitt that I once belonged to a peacful abbey called Stonestripe. About 5 seasons back though that abbey was attacked by murderous mice (growls but continues) they killed all my kin, but since my mother loved me so (bless her soul) she didn't give in to their torture and died while protecting me. After they left I creaped out of hiding and buried all my abbey. I then went in search of weapons I was an outstanding student in fencing so I took my long dead father's twin rapiers and his pet adder. I also took my mothers golden claws ( I usually don't tell others of thier existance for they are very valuable) an' my Stonestripe claw ring. I then left the abbey realizing the soft life was never for me. For I enjoyed torturing the mouse that was left behind far too much. *grins evilly* I made a vengance vow that the mice who had killed my mother would die looking into my face.

Tyrsk Nirrh
Jet Hellthunder, Your King