Hello journal. Heavens, what a weird way to start off writing things to a piece of parchment. The days have been long, and the nights even longer. It seems all my uneasiness of being in Panov, and Koperov has been nothing more than a protective need for my family. Everything's been going well. The reading of the will of my father's distant cousin went well enough, despite a family of rats seeming quite angered by what was left to him.
Journal Entry - Robin Grodenchik
Well, its been a few days since we've boarded the ship from Panov. What an odd name, but whatever. Anyway. We should have arrived today, but the captain has said he's ordered a safer path to avoid the reef that sank my father's ship so many seasons ago before we had arrived in Mossflower. The troubling thing is, we should have already passed the reef. I can't help but feel something is amiss.
From the private journal of Novice Dust, Bellringer of Redwall Abbey:
In just a few weeks, the world fell apart and was reborn.
A madbeast rose and fell, the Badger Father was taken away along with a healer and Scioto's daughter...Ferravale was defeated and retaken in the space of two days, the Abbey was burned and attacked...The Champion was felled, another went to wield the legendary sword against a beast who turned out to be the Warrior's brother...It's enough to make one's head spin.