Library: Baptism in Steel

Once, a long long time ago, these events took place. I was much younger at that time, and less tired to the ways of world. Those days, as I recall, seem so far away and distant to me now... As I feel my time to leave this world has come close, I must write down my experiences to guide ones who will follow me. For it is important why these events took place and creatures who were involved were part of it. So, once upon a time... The green fields seemed to continue endlessly under the blue skies. Sun shone in bright May day, birds sung and fluffy warm sheeps hoppled in the green fields with no worries at all. In the distance, far far away some kind of creature closed the fields... One could not yet quite make out what race this particular fellow presented, but it seemed not have any hurry anywhere. At closer look, it started to seem that our chap was quite happy. It could even be said that he was humming something... some kind of happy tune, perhaps? And behold, singing he was! When he came closer one could see that he was jumping a bit while he sang, and some small birds seemed to follow him, maybe to listen his tunes. This fellow, he was not a big guy, if we can use the word guy in this context. He was about 4 feet tall, and had curly brown hair, friendly looking face and very bright blue eyes. What drew easily attraction was his feet, they were unnaturally big and hairy too. Anyone who has seen such creatures before notices immediately that we are talking about hobbit here. And what comes to his singing, only one guild in these realms is known from such skillful taletelling and ability perform all kinds of music. The Bards. This one was truly one of them lesser bards, but from his singing rose some Words Of Power hidden under merry outlook... So, our happy adventurer arrived near very old oak middle of green fields. He stopped and still humming, looked around. "What a beautiful day!" He thought. "Maybe I'll rest here before contiuing my ourney". And so he started to sing different kind of tune. His voice came more powerful as he sang, and soon happened a small miracle: A group of pixies came and started to serve a huge meal in front our little bard. Smiling contently, our adventurer started to eat and drink, and between drinking and eating some Trallalaa-sounds could be heard by nearby animals. After eating, out little adventurer decided that it is definetly time for sleep and took his sleeping equipment from his rucksack. Soon he snored happily under the big oak, smiling a bit in his sleep. While out bard slept, weather started to change. Slowly but steadily dark clouds started to gather from north and in the distance bolts of lightning could also be seen. Thunder rolled somewhere, still far away. Happily unaware of these changes, hobbit slept under the tree. Soon the first drops of rain started to fall to leaves of old oak, first just now and then until the tempo changed to more rapid drumming of warm spring rain. Vikothor, that was our little bard's name. He had been travelling far and wide across the realms to spread joy and entertain creatures who lived in these lands. He was also always ready for any kind of new adventure, because his curious nature. He had walked to this plain merely by a chance, and the place he had chosen to rest was too just randomly chosen. At least Vikothor had thought so... But the pouring rain forced Vikothor to wake up, and worriedly he eyed thundering sky. He had not seen such a powerful storm in a long long time... thunderstorms were not very usual in springtime anyways... There was something peculiar in that storm, it gathered so fast and it was so furious that Vikothorr started to think that maybe gods were somehow involved developing the storm. Sitting under the oak Vikothor eyed the plains, and he soon noticed something moving in the distance. As the creature draw nearer, vikothor saw that it was a huge troll which was running towards the tree. Every now and then the troll looked back and it seemed to be very worried about something. Vikothor stood up. What ever thougths that troll had in mind, Vikothor would not give up without a good fight. And good bard has always a trick or two in his back pocket... Troll neared, cathing its breath it almost fell to its knees near Vikothor. "Must...run.." It panted. "Must hide..." it continued. And then it fell to ground, too exhausted to speak, just panting rapidly. Vikothor asked: "What are you running away from, my fellow adventurer?" Troll could not answer first, it seemed slowly gather himself and seemed only now notice Vikothor. "Oh" it said. "Who are you, little fellow?" Vikothor answered: "Maybe I will tell you, if I may ask you dear sir, Who are you?" Troll seemed to think something for a moment. Then it said: "My name is Rutaliator. Of Troll race, Guild of Rangers". "Who are you, now may I ask" Vikothor answered: "I am Vikothor, one of Bard's guild, bringing joy and happiness to these realms!" Rutaliator nodded. He said: "Ok, good enough for me. I was running because of I have some evil forces behind me" "I was at Zonni swamps and I think I made something wrong there... I think I offended Burglefloogah somehow." Vikothor's face started to look very worried. "Burglefloogah!" he said. "But but... he is a...god..." Rutaliator said "I think I stole his weapon". And suddenly Rutaliator was enveloped in black glow as he wielded huge long sword in his right hand. "This blade is called Vorpal Sword" told Rutaliator. And this is one of the best swords in these realms. I took this from chambers of Burglefloogah. 2 Suddenly, as Rutaliator spoke those words, a huge lightning hit from the skies and a evil, sinister voice echoed from the sky: "Rutaliator, you have stolen for me! That cannot go without consequenses! ". The lightning hit Rutaliator and in front of Vikothor eyes it burned all flesh away leaving only a standing skeleton with a skeleton of sword in his hand in front of horrified Vikothor. Vikothor was pretty sure that Rutaliator had died. His physical body was destroyed but Evil Gods had spared his soul because they wanted to punish Rutaliator. So, after smoke had settled down, Vikothor could see something uncanny and horrible. Slowly, a fiery red glare lit in skeleton's eyesockets, evil light emitted from its skull. It grinned it's bony smile. And spoke somehow, although it had no lungs to produce sound. It said "Vikothor. I am changed by evil gods and now I must follow a different path; whereas I worked for good before, I must now work for forces of Evil and Death and Decay" "I will search and destroy defenders of good things and slay them one by one until there is not one left to kill" "And for that purpose, Gods have given me this powerful artifact, This magnifient blade. It's name shall be Rutanakor from now on!" And standing straight skeleton rose the remains of the blade towards the sky! Another lightning hit, and now the blade was pure bone! Exited, Rutaliator yelled it thirst blood!" my enemies, their very core and bind into this blade and "This blade shall be like no other! This blade will suck the corpses of make it stronger! Let "Gods of Destruction, grant me another wish!" And suddenly a scythe appeared in Rutaliator's left hand.

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