Festival Results

You notice Mattia seated on a tree root as she copies something from several small scraps of parchment onto a larger piece. She glances up at you as you approach and makes a face. "Who voted me to post the results of the Festival anyway? I'm a scout, not a scribe!" She finishes writing and stands up to nail the parchment to the tree. "There you go, mate! Results from the Autumn Festival. Hope you did well!" She heads off to wash ink from her paws, leaving you to look over the results.

Nameday Contest

First Place

Snowflower

Autumn of the Misty Meadows

Second Place

Icefang Steelclaw

Autumn of the Returning Friends

Third Place

Autumnlea Breezepoint

Autumn of the Lovely Sunset

Poem Contest

First Place

Snowflower

Mariel of Redwall

There once journeyed a fair mousemaid
Whose name was like a bell,
She sailed to'ard the badger's mount
And they called her Mariel.

A captive of a corsair foul
And thrown among the waves,
A rope meant to take her life
From a gull her life did save.

And so Gullwhacker fought the toads,
With the mountain hares she fled,
From Pakatugg she ran away,
To meet Tarquin instead.

At last she made it to Redwall,
And heard a poem said,
Then Mariel, the Little Belle,
To'ard Terramort then sped.

Tarquin, too, her singing friend
And hedgehog Durry Quill,
And Dandin, kin of Gonff, with
Sword in paw, by Martin's will.

Past the Otter and his Wife
The carvings in the stone,
And past the runty weasels to
Safety in Bobbo's home.

With Dandin, she fought the lobster
For the swallow's guide
The group sailed on the Greenfang
At the turning of the tide.

When the boat did fin'ly anchor in
The Isle of Terramort,
Her father, Joseph, she did meet
In the slave's underground fort.

The Wild she confronted with
Dandin and the Badger Lord,
But Gabool fell by the scorpion,
Instead of by the sword.

Her task was done, so she returned,
With family, friends, and all
The bell, her father's work, was giv'n
To the goodbeasts at Redwall.

But Mariel, the Wandr'ing Bell,
Was always meant to roam,
She left her rope, for friendship's hope,
And with Dandin, left her home.

But still the stone of Redwall keeps
The mem'ry of the Belle,
For though they named their gift "Joseph,"
It's cry is "Mariel!"

Second Place

None

No second entry

Third Place

None

No third entry

History of the Sentinels Story Contest

First Place

None

No first story


None

Second Place

None

No second story


none

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