These are dark times for the Mouse Guard, defenders of the mice from the travails of the world. The scent borders have been breached, and the weasels roam free across the territories. Gwendolyn, bold leader of the Mouse Guard, is missing, presumed dead, and Lockhaven sits under siege. But out …
Lockhaven burns. Gwendolyn, leader of the Mouse Guard, rots in a weasel prison. Across the territories, weasels run wild, and the only cities that remain safe have taken to extreme measures to protect the mice within their walls. Treachery and greed have finally upset the tightrope-balance of the mouse civilization, …
The Klesh, as your Stewardbot would have told you before he was disassembled, do indeed have three thousand words for war. You’ve picked up a few of them since they held your freighter here for the last 18 months – they also have some of the most inventive and lucrative …
In the years since the weasels were defeated, prosperity has return to the Territories. As your journey begins with a simple mission to relieve the watch at Frostic, a shore watch outpost in the far North, the Guard discover a far more deadly secret hiding beyond the Eastern scent border, …
An intercepted message. A terrible development. A war machine capable of destroying not only Lockhaven, but the whole of the territories. All housed in an inaccessible clifftop fortress deep in weasel territory. There’s no way the Mouse Guard could get there on the ground, even if they weren’t spread so …
There’s a band of weasels that have somehow got past the scent barrier and keep raiding isolated farms – burning them to the ground and slaughtering anyone that gets in their way – they camp and forage in the wilderness and appear out of nowhere. Luckily one of them wants …
The weasels have invaded the mouse territories, and Dorigift, Sprucetuck and Gilpledge have already fallen to them! Now, a desperate team of mice from the fearless Mouse Guard have been sent out on a desperate mission to delay the weasels long enough for the mice to muster an army and …
Autumn, 1152. A torrential storm threatens soon to smash into the busy heart of Port Sumac. Speeding just ahead of the angry clouds is the Black Crow, that famous galleon just returning from trading in the fabled Orient, its wooden belly groaning with winter supplies and other treasures. Alas! Just …