Finally, the whole reason I started feverently drawing Redwall fanart. My precious lad, Blaggut, from The Bellmaker.
I had read this book originally so long ago (around the time it came out), so rereading it was like remembering an old friend. What I did NOT remember was how utterly wonderful Blaggut was.
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Blaggut: Dude, Simeon is giving you a lifeline right now, and you need to take it because you suck.
Slipp: [indignant] You suck!
Blaggut: I know! That's what I'm trying to tell you. We both suck. You know who doesn't suck? Simeon.
Here's Blaggut and his 'lil mateys' from The Bellmaker, a Redwall novel by Brain Jacques. I really wish he'd made more 'good' vermin characters. Blaggut was a sweet change from the norm for sea rats.
Also Iâm not satisfied with this piece at allllll but I was getting mad at it and no longer enjoying it 6+ hours in so I decided I was done, thatâs why Redwallâs walls look.... like low poly ps1 textures the end ;)
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A bit of belated birthday fluff for @thegoldensoundtwice. She requested a story involving Blaggut.
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Some distance away from Redwall, in the heart of Mossflower along a broad bend in a meandering stream, there stood a cozy little house built into a naturally-formed cave. The land around the house was plentiful, abundant in fruit-bearing trees and berry-bushes. A creature could live there quite comfortably without worrying about finding enough food.
A score of paces away from the house, down where the land gently sloped into the stream, a lone creature worked on the project that consumed most of his days. The creature, a rat named Blaggut, worked hard sanding down the keel of the small boat he was working on. Many seasons of hard work and trial and error had taught him the right way of making a study and safe watercraft. This craft would be a fine little boat once he was finished, but he still needed to finish sanding before caulking and sealing the outer surfaces.
Blaggut took a few minutes to sit and rest, soaking his paws in the cool stream and listening to the gentle rippling of the water as it flowed past him. He had a good life in Mossflower. Though the winters could be harsh, he found that he was attached to the peaceful woodland, and it was rare that he found himself missing his life on the high seas.
A quiet rustling of the bushes pulled him from his thoughts, and a voice called out, âHullo there, Mister Blackguts!â
Blaggut turned around and saw a young pair of creatures, a mouse and a mole, enter his homestead, followed by a fully-grown squirrel. A broad smile appeared on Blaggutâs face, showing off his crooked and broken teeth. âLittle mateys!â he exclaimed happily getting up to meet them. Â When they drew near, he pulled them both into a hug, one in each arm. âYouâve done quite a bit oâ growinâ since I last sees ya.â
The two young creatures were no longer the little Dibbuns Blaggut had known at the Abbey. Though far from fully grown, they had become much taller over the past seasons. They were still young beasts by any measure, though they were old enough to be wearing the proper green habits of the Redwall brothers and sisters.
âWeâve been aâmissinâ ye fiercely, Mister Blaggut,â the molemaid said as she wrapped her arms around Blaggutâs waist.
âIâve missed ye too, Furrtil,â Blaggut said as a happy tear formed in his eye. âAnd ye as well, um, Mousebabe.â
The young male mouse chuckled as he let Blaggut go. âNever did get much of a proper name, did I? Folks call me Embee now. Get it? Mousebabe, M, B, Embee.â
Blaggut shrugged. âStill havenât learned much oâ letterinâ or spellinâ, but yeâll always be little Mousebabe to me,â he ruffled his friendâs headfur. âDid ye bring âem out here just to see me, Tom?â he asked of the squirrel who had stood silently off to the side.
Oak Tom, a robust and sturdy squirrel, nodded. âTheyâve been begging to come out here for a while. I finally couldnât say no anymore.â
âWell, thank ye for bringinâ âem here. Iâve been missinâ me little Redwall friends. What have ye been up to? Stayinâ out oâ trouble, I hope.â
âOh, I still get in plenty of trouble,â Embee said with a mischievous grin, âbut most days when Iâm not in the Abbeyschool Iâm helping in the infirmary. Brother Simeon thinks I have the makings of a healer.â
âOi be a learninâ âow to be a Cellarmole,â Furril said proudly. âDurry Quill be teachinâ me to be makinâ ales anâ cordials.â
âThatâs wonderful, little mates.â Blaggut said, still smiling.
âDo you like living out in Mossflower, Mister Blaggut?â Embee asked. âDo other creatures treat you well?â
âIt took a while for some oâ them to get used to an olâ searat living nearby, but those shrews and otters seem to like âaving somebeast to build and fix up their boats.â
âDo you even get lonely out here?â
âI used to, but I made a very good friend. Iâll introduce you.â He called toward his house, âIvy, me mates from Redwall have come to visit. Come out anâ meet âem.â
A female rat stepped out into the doorway of the cave-house. She raised a paw and shyly waved at the newcomers.
âIvy donât say much, but she donât mean anything by it,â Blaggut explained. âIâm sure sheâs glad to meet you all.â
Ivy nodded with a faint hint of a smile. Embee saw she was holding her other paw to her noticeably swollen abdomen.
âMissus Ivy, are you having a baby?â
âThat she is,â Blaggut said proudly. âOur first. Our own little babe.â
Both Furrtil and Embee squealed in excitement. Oak Tom patted Blaggut on the back. âCongratulations to you both.â
âYou should bring her to Redwall when the baby is ready to be born,â Embee suggested. âThe healers there have delivered lots of babies.â
âI was thinkinâ oâ doinâ that,â Blaggut said. âI wouldnât know the first thing tâ do.â
âHave ye finished aâbuildinâ any boats, Mister Blaggut?âFurrtil asked as she looked the piles of lumber and half-finished vessels scattered around the area.
âIâve got one beauty thatâs almost finished, and I have a nice little rowboat that still needs to have its maiden voyage. Howâd ye like to have a boat ride down to the pond, little mates?â
Furrtil and Embee were excited to have a chance to ride in one of Blaggutâs boat. With Oak Tom, they piled into the rowboat. Ivy stayed behind to make lunch and look after the house.
Having spent much of his early life on the water, Blaggut was an excellent navigator on the water. He rowed the boat down a side-branch of the stream, leading to a large pond, which some beasts may have called a forest lake.
The waters on the pond were calm, only interrupted by the splashes of the little fish or by the dragonflies skimming along the surface. In the safety of the pond, Blaggut handed the oars over to Furtill and Embee, letting his young friends row the boat wherever their hearts desired.
Furtill and Embee moved the craft all around the pond for a while, but the exertion combined with the warmth of the sun soon made them sleepy. As they leaned against each other and dozed off, Blaggut took control of the boat once again.
âBless âem, theyâve dropped right to sleep,â Blaggut said to Oak Tom. âWe can head back slow and wake them up for lunch.â He turned the boat around and began rowing back up the stream.
âYou know youâd be welcome back at Redwall,â Oak Tom said quietly to Blaggut so as not to wake the young ones. âYou and Ivy could both stay there for as long as you wanted.â
âI know, Tom, and I would like that very much, especially if I got to see my little friends every day, but I donât think I can go back there for long. It reminds me too much of what I used to be, anâ what me an olâ Slipp did.â
âWe donât blame you for that,â Oak Tom assured him. âYou paid your debt a long time ago.â
âI think itâs for the best if I just visits every now and again. Iâm going to be busy soon, what with my own babe anâ all.â
âHave you thought up names for your child?â
Blaggut pondered for a minute. âIf itâs a maid, I was thinkinâ oâ callinâ âer Mellus.â He paused and looked at Oak Tom. âDâye think thatâd be all right?â
The squirrel smiled. âI think thatâd be wonderful, friend.â
The boat softly bumped up to the shore near Blaggutâs home. Oak Tom and Blaggut gently lifted the young ones from the boat and set them on a soft spot in the shade of a willow tree, letting them slumber a while longer while Ivy finished stirring up a pot of soup.
Both Furtill and Embee sat next to Blaggut as they ate, peppering him with questions between mouthfuls. He was more than happy to answer whatever they asked. When the meal was over, it was time for Oak Tom to take the two young ones back to the Abbey.
âWill you come and visit soon, Mr. Blaggut?â Embee asked.
âWeâs been aâmissinâ ye sommat awrful,â Furtill added.
âYe can be sure I will, little mates,â Blaggut assured them. âMaybe ye can be baby-minders once me little one is growed a bit.â
The two young ones gave Blaggut a final hug and Oak Tom gave him a friendly paw shake. Blaggut watched his friends disappear into the dense foliage of Mossflower woods, already missing them and looking forward to the next time he would see them.
I needed to draw my boy Blaggut again, and then I had the thought of what the dibbuns that liked him that would look like if they were older
And while he may not live there officially, I feel like heâd eventually be gifted a green hood or something to show that he was technically still a member of the abbey. đĽš