by andre the giant on Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:35 pm
Inspired by LFAW and his stories, I decided to create one for this epic battle. Please bear with me...
After a long fought battle with ++The Legion++, the Warlords returned to their camp. Weary from the battle, but full of pride, their first stop in camp was the beer cooler. Within a matter of minutes, the sounds of laughter and celebration echoed through the forest. One night of celebration turned into two, then three... soon, the Warlords had been celebrating for weeks, enjoying their home brewed beverages, and the company of many of the local maidens. One evening, Iz Man tapped a keg of barleywine. Andre was working on his 10th mug of the wonderful nectar when his world went dark.
The dark silence was shattered by the sound of an approaching horse. Andre's eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked around at the camp, which was littered with the evidence of the previous nights libations. vorm sat alone, tending the fire. ScottS stepped out of his tent, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked. Vorm answered with a shrug. "Someone is coming. He's alone. I figured Greycloak could take care of him if need be." Vorm gestured to Greycloak, who was snoring loudly. Donkey, rjp0305 and Brooksie all began to stir as a result of the commotion. "Who is that?" Brooksie asked through a yawn. "It can't be..." vorm said, squinting at the figure. "As I live and breathe... It's tcichon!" At that, everyone in camp was on their feet.
Tcichon hopped down off his trusty steed and waded into the crowd of warlords, shaking hands and greeting his clan-mates. Chowdah, who was the newest member of the clan, looked somewhat confused as he leaned to Donkey and asked, "Who is this tcichon fellow?" "Tcichon is a great warrior/brewer who disappeared from our ranks some time ago. He has become somewhat of a legend, traveling the countryside, fighting glorious battles." Vorm approached tcichon, handed him a mug of doppelbock and asked him, "what brings you to our camp?" Tcichon said, " For months I have wandered the wastelands, fighting whoever I could, and at one point I heard a story... a story that really intrigued me..."
"One of my opponents mentioned a legend about a group of incredible warriors that lived in the middle of the great wasteland to the east. The legend claims that these warriors are damned to a fate of perpetual battle. Because of this, they have developed fighting skills that some consider supernatural. You know me, I love a challenge, but he said that if I was going to visit the wasteland, I would need a group of warriors, for a single warrior cannot stand against 'The Damned.' I thought this kind of adventure would be perfect for the Warlords, who fear nothing... aside from a shortage of beer. So here I am, asking you to accompany me in this honorable mission."
Vorm smiled. " Who among you is willing to undertake this dangerous journey." The Warlords looked at each other with blood-lust in their eyes. One by one, they stepped forward and said, "I will." Vorm gave tcichon a firm handshake and said, "we are with you, brother."
Andre turned to Cheyco with a gleam in his eye... "time to load up the mini-kegs. It looks like we have a long journey ahead of us."
... to be continued...