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Ronk aka Rithe.
Fan Fiction by Rithe
one of the scouts just told me that at least one dirtman has left
Kralek looked up at the warrior. "Ralen, you know what to do
if he comes near. Until then, leave me alone for a while."
He wondered how this dirtman's house he sat in had not been
damaged at all, when everything else around it was almost
completely destroyed by fires. Had the Lady just decided to let
this building stand, and not let her flames touch it? Was there
some sort of magic that had protected it, like that huge tower
just a little ways off? Maybe he should have one of the Shamen
take a look at it.
The sun shown through the windows, and glinted off the armor he
wore. It was not the traditional armor of the Sha'ahoul, but the
armor of the dead king that he had killed those many years ago. It
had been given to him, and purified in the flames by Sha'Mithras
himself. He was weary at first, because it was the dirtman's
armor, and not what the Lord and Lady usually permitted. But if it
was permitted now by the Lord and Lady, then it was ok. He had
actually grown to like it because it protected him so much better
than the standard armor of the Sha'ahoul warriors. He had talked
to some of the blacksmiths, and even they agreed that the
craftsmanship was very good.
He spun the ring in his fingers, and looked at the crown that lay
upon the table. It was the crown of that man, a supposed symbol of
him being the king. He guessed that the ring was special also. He
had not seen any other rings like it in the many years that he had
been in this land of the dirtmen. It was the owner of that ring
who had given him great honor.
He still remembered that day, the day that Sha'Mithras made him
one of the warlords...
As a member of the Green Leapord clan, he had been part of the
fighting since the beginning.
When it all began, Va'Kralek was only a warrior. But he was one
that got the honor to go on that first raid. Va'Kralek believed
that the Lord and Lady were watching over him, because there were
many times during the years of battle that he should have died. A
sword narrowly missing his head here, and an arrow nicking his
shoulder there. But it was this particular battle that caused them
to retreat and regroup that really stuck in his mind.
He was with a group of other warriors, all from other clans. They
had tracked and hunted down the king and his men....their one goal
was to go straight for the king. Sha'Mithras said that whoever
killed the dirtman king would be honored. So, they all went for
it. The king fought fiercely on his horse, and killed two clan
warriors with that great axe of his in one swing. The men
protecting the king fought bravely and would give those dirtmen
that honor, but they were all killed by the Sha'ahoul clans. By
that time, there were only three of them left. The king's horse
was stabbed in the chest, but before the horse could fall, the
king had killed one more with his axe, and the horse fell upon the
last clan member. Now only Va'Kralek and the king remained.
They traded blows, for minutes, but the king was tired, and
Va'Kralek could tell. So when the king stumbled, he took the
opportunity and killed him.
Va'Kralek managed to get the armor off the king's body and hide it
in a bag. If he lived through the day, he would get the bag, and
show it to Mithras.
Because of the death of the king, the dirtmen became more
fearsome. The Sha'ahoul were driven back to hide in the forests
and to escape their wrath and vengeance.
Soon, the dirtmen retreated back, but no one was sure why. The
dirtmen believed that they were victorious in the war. But the
Sha'ahoul knew differently.
Before they went back to their camps, Kralek returned to the
battlefield, and grabbed the bag with the armor, barely making it
out alive again due to the archers in the trees. He showed the
armor to Mithras, and got promoted to a warlord for his heroic
efforts against the dirtmen.
As a reward for his many victories in combat since then, Mithras
sent Va'Kralek into guard the Sha'ahoul captive town from further
attacks. Just a day ago, the Shamen that had been in charge was
killed, as were many others. The rumors say that it was a small
army, that there were 3 or 4 men that attacked the town that
night, but Kralek thought otherwise. He knew the defenses well
enough, and realized that only one man could have gotten through
that easily. How he killed so many scouts and hunters, he didn't
Shouts brought him out of his thoughts. He realized that the
dirtman had been seen in the area. He put the ring on his finger,
grabbed the crown from the table, placing it on his head, and
walked to the door. The kings axe rested there, and he picked it
up. These dirtmen did not know how to give up. There was no way
that they could win this war. The Lord and Lady watched over the
Sha'ahoul, and gave them strength to battle them. They could not
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