–2nd week of the tenth Starfall 53E - Librarian Irlano Ventez--
We look to withdraw from the border regions and relocate the majority of our people to the continent of myths in an effort to preserve ourselves from the cycle that has repeated more times than we know. From what we know our ancestors, the mongooses of the Eradaukh Imperium once ruled virtually the entire explored world, only a few regions were outside their control however they had also conquered areas that we have yet to find and explore. Slavery on today’s scale is minute compared to what we believe existed back then, not only were woodlanders slaves to the Imperium but so were vermin beasts. In the eyes of the Eradaukh mongooses were the master beasts and all others were inferior. Despite all the insight we have on our predecessors there is not a single shred of parchment or slate of stone that details what happened to them. All we know is they vanished, possibly to the same fate as their precursors and their predecessors before them. Whatever the case is the Empire will not follow in their tracks, conquering all is not our way. There is something that puzzles me, we are in a way mongooses, a derivative perhaps but still we are basically them. What if the cycle never truly ended, what if they are still around? Ruins still exist from their time and if their feats of engineering have survived time who’s to say they haven’t?
--8th week of the fourth Sunrise 54E - Somewhere in Northern Mossflower--
(THE KEY THE KEY TO IT ALL!!!)
It was all he could think of as he bounded through the rain like he was chasing after a gargantuan cake forcing him to grip the stone tablet in his soaked arm even tighter. His tattered green tunic bore the rank of a Long Patrol Captain even though that was a time long past for the hare. Retired and old as he was his find made him move as fast as a new Long Patrol Runner unfettered by the downpour and frequent lightning that cracked through the rain like a harsh whip triggering thunder that made the puddles forming on the ground ripple from the shockwave. The rattle of his monocle hitting against the tablet was drowned out by the rain but it did not drown his thoughts. He could only read a small portion of the tablet that appeared to be written in an ancient language used by ferrets who inhabited the region long before Martin the Warrior, the first badger lord of Salamandastron, or Verdauga Greeneyes but what he had read was a find that only happened once in a generation. He knew what the tablet in his arm could mean and he also knew the only place it would truly be safe was the great mountain, guarded by the badger lord himself, even Redwall might attract too much attention with a find of this value. The rain combined with the howling wind drowned out the sound and by the time the lightning struck again all signs of excitement were gone, as a matter of fact all signs of life were gone! The lightning illuminated the sky in a brilliant spectacle for the blink of an eye revealing that the Long Patrol had lost one of its veteran retirees. The tablet lied in the grass a few pawsteps away from the cooling paw as a string that once held a not shattered monocle rested on a protruding rock. Crimson covered one side of the red sandstone as the hare’s head rested face down in the grass right beside it. Whether the crimson had come to be there because of the stone itself or some external force was not revealing in the brief moment of light.