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Venrig Rudderwake- Male- Sea Otter

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Venrig was lost, as usual. The hungry otter had left Redwall early that morning, but had gotten lost among the labyrinth of Mossflower after no more than half an hour. He had left with the intention of gathering some shrimp and hotroot so the friar could make his favorite soup; he thought that he could at least find his way to the river without getting lost, but he was proven wrong in the first thirty minutes of his expedition. He ambled sheepishly, as he was apt to do sometimes, among the trees of the great wood, and stared at the ground in hope of finding something to eat. Unfortunately, his efforts were unsuccessful. Seeing something move in a clearing up ahead, he quickened his pace while still using caution.

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"Anythin' with far off lands in it. I'm also partial to comedies, and -er- cookbooks!" He winked humorously, then turned to Tessa. "While we're on the subject, what're you interested in?"

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Venrig shook the mouse's hand heartily. "Pleased ter meet ye, Sarier! I'm Venrig Rudderwake, traveling otter. I see ye enjoy readin' as much as I do. What are ye interested in?"

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Venn smiled in recognition. "Aye, I've heard summat o' these legends from the kind shrews who took me to this abbey. I unnerstand there's countless adventures what took place 'ere, an' I'd surely like ter learn 'em." He gazed at the Bell Tower for a while, then his gaze shifted to the books on the tall library shelves. He sighed longingly. "I know that as a species, otters aren't generally renowned fer their reading, but I've always loved books… The cracklin' pages, the smell o' adventures long lost ter memory... 'Tis the only thing I don't like about bein' an otter, ye can't sit inside an' read all day, ye have ter go swim, or wrestle, or catch vermin. But occasionally, when no one's watchin', I'd sneak up to a book and just get lost in the pages..." He sighed again.

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Venrig smiled mysteriously. "Ah, well that is indeed a very long story, an' I'll gladly share it with ye sometime over a warm mug o' mulled cider by the fire. As fer me home, I come all t'way from me family's Holt Riverhull, on the Eastern Shores, far north o' here. I been a long way since then, even caught a vermin leader, ferret by the name o' Skuge Blackboot. An' I should think ye fer welcomin' me so kindly into yer wondrous Abbey. I wonder if'n I might take a look about the place? I'd be much obliged to ye if'n ye'd show me around."

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The otter winked jauntily as he replied: "Venrig Rudderwake, pleased t'be making yore very pretty acquaintance! So this be Redwall. Slit me rudder!"

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It was a breezy autumn day, and the leaves were falling thick and fast. The underbrush in front of the main gate stirred, and an otter emerged, looking rather sheepish. He walked falteringly up to the gate and called out "Is anyone there?"

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Nickname: Venn
Full Name: Venrig Rudderwake
Gender: Male
Alignment: Goodbeast
Species: Sea Otter
Description: Tall, wiry, tousled black-brown fur, long scar along left arm, kindly expression, wears a long, loose, deep green tunic fastened with  a belt at the waist.
Possessions: A sling, a javelin, a pouch of slingstones, a rapier which he never uses
Strengths: Storytelling, plays the mandolin well, ranged weapon aim I.e. Slings, javelins, bows
Weaknesses: No sense of navigation whatsoever; literally cannot walk in a strait line for more than a mile, left arm slightly crippled by his scar, meaning he cannot perform complex motor tasks well
Personality: Outgoing, hardworking, protective of his family; Loves Dibbuns; close friend of Bomboar's
Background: Venrig was born and raised in a small Holt called Wavehull on the Eastern Coast. When he came of age, he decided to set out into the world to adventure.
He wandered a long way, battling eagles (how he scarred his arm), foxes, then joining a Guosim tribe. But when Venn was attacked by snakes in the Quarry, Logalog came to his rescue- and was never seen again. Venrig, grief-stricken, wandered off in search of his lost friend.
Along the way, he beat three vermin who swore revenge from their entire horde.
He met ten Long Patrol hares, and shortly afterward they were indeed attacked by a vermin horde led by a powerful ferret named Skuge Blackboot. They fought bravely, but they were being overwhelmed when help came in the form of Logalog and nine shrews!
They finished off the inexperienced horde and the three groups decided to band together and head for Salamandastron. Logalog explained that he had not been killed by the snakes, instead he had run off through the forest with nine shrews, searching for Venn, who Logalog did not know had gotten back to the Guosim camp. He spent days searching for Venn, until he heard the sounds of battle and- here they were.
Suddenly, they realized that Skuge Blackboot had escaped! They spent several days tracking him, then once he was caught, they returned to Salamandastron. Shortly afterward, the Guosim took Venrig to Redwall, where he has lived ever since.