Library: Pangi and the bull

Sit a while my friends. Have a drink, and take a load off your back. Let me tell you the story of one of the greatest acts bravery and stupidity to ever grace the realm of bat. When a group of friends, including yours truly, went on a routine trip to the lands of the Midnight Carnival, did we learn the true meaning of courage and stupidity. This fine line of bravery and stupidity is where all true heroes learn to tread so frequently, it begins to feel like second nature. Shortly after the creation of the new realm, as refugees were slowly getting assimilated into the new bat culture, a group of seven warriors embarked on a raiding party into Midnight Carnival. The strange land introduced us to many strange caged creatures, all which we slayed, including their brutal gatekeeper. As our party moved towards the unsuspecting village, our cunning leader, the great Sir Malcom, decided to take down the administrative power of the village. Thus, we made certain to murder the mayor and all other citizens we encountered. With confidence pumping in our veins, we decided to explore a cave that was emitting some distant chatter. With our party ready we encountered some of the most aggressive fighters I have ever seen. Though, their skills in battle were no match to our brute strength. After ransacking their little enclave, we made forth to the town. It was lightly guarded by two guardsmen. Both valiantly died defending their village. As we meticulously went from house to house, on our blood hungry campaign, we met various shop keepers all who did not stand a chance to our might. Off in the distance we see the towers of a magnificent castle. After a morning full of bloodshed we decided to make a small camp to gather our strength and tend to any wounds. As the mages and the healer concentrated on gathering their mental capacity to spend on their spells, the tanks started sharing stories of previous battles. Being an assassin, hired on many missions, I have heard of this legendary castle from my travels. Hidden beneath in some secret entrance there was rumored to be a great bull that guarded an extremely rare and sought out piece of equipment. This equipment was the jewel of the castle. Our leader overheard this story and he was determined to bring us to this bull and make him put his reputation on the line. Shortly after, we were on our way once more. After a short trek we made it to the gates of the caste. There were only two guards at the gates, we must have arrived just as the remainder of the guards were on break, thus we quickly made our way into the castle. We were on a mission to get to this bull, and whoever got in our way would face magic and sword. We first encountered an old mage that was mumbling about the bull, but unfortunately (for himself) he refused to elaborate on the ware bouts of him. Leaving the mages room, we were met by the king of the castle, who asked us what we were up to in his castle. We replied that we were on a mission for the bull and nothing was going to stop us, especially him. Visibly afraid, he did not tell us of any information, and as a result we spilt his blood on the floor of his castle. Continuing our search we met a peculiar and strange skull that was enchanted and granted the ability to speak. It informed us of the bull and where it was hidden, out of the goodness of its nonexistent heart. It informed us that there was a secret passage hidden in the large clock in the center of the castle, and in there we would find what we were searching for; but we should beware of the danger that is hidden on the other side of the clock, for we were not the first adventurers seeking the treasure. He gave us his blessing and hoped we would come back victorious. We gathered ourselves and bravely entered the large clock, not knowing what was on the other side. As we made our way down the hidden passage, we heard the roar of the beach ahead of us. The salt stained cave was dark, and we were unsure what awaited us beyond the next turn. As we made our way closer to the shore, we saw the mighty beast in the distance. With everyone ready we made a charge for the bull, hoping to catch him off guard. Unfortunately the bull had keen senses and saw us as we closed the distance between him and us. The battle was ferocious and tiresome at the same time. Though we were skilled fighters in our trade, the bull was just too overwhelming at times, and slowly one by one our men began to fall. First, I saw Lozlo to my left fall by a mighty blow to the skull, there was nothing I could do to protect him. As a result of his fall, the mage and healer that were safely behind him were exposed to the fury of the mighty bull. Once our healer fell, our party was doomed to face the awesome furry of the bull. Slowly one by one our members fell by its brutal onslaught. Before I had a chance to realize what was going on, I noticed that I was the only party member left alive. Being an assassin my specialty was stunning my opponent and searching for a weakness, though at an enemy this size and stature I could not possibly find any weakness in this brute. I would sneak into battle and when my wounds got too severe I would melt back into the shadows, out of the reach of the angry bull, to heal my wounds with my minor healing spells. This, my dear friends is the stupidity of a warrior, standing up and facing the enemy even while his companions have fallen. Stupidity or courage is for you to decide. I for one was not about to leave the battle and let my fallen friends be disgraced by the bull. I would emerge from the shadows calling out "FOR GLORY!" or "FOR HONOR!" as I would charge at the bull with every ounce of strength I had. As the day wore on, my deceased mates were magically brought back to life by a generous member of the mysterious Tarmalen. This great feat of magical power was heaven sent. The mages and healer used all their magical strength to relocate themselves to me and heal me, for I was severely hurt. With the mages ready, they summoned the strong warriors that were by my side. Surprisingly, they looked as if they had never left my side. Together united, we made our charge at the bull with more resolve and determination than ever. The bull was caught off guard, being used to facing me alone, it was not ready to face the full fury of my party. Though the bull battled valiantly, its resolve was not up to par with our determination for victory. With magical spells flying through the air and swords slashing at its flesh, the bull slowly lost its edge, and with one final blast conjured from our leader Malcom, so grand was this spell, that the unsuspecting bull had no chance to defend itself. As a result the mighty beast had fallen. The life was bleeding out of the bull, and we stood triumphantly over the carcass that was at our feet. Just behind the bull we saw the prize. In a chest hidden behind the massive creature was the equipment that we were seeking. Ecstatic with the great victory that we just had, seeing this extremely valuable item in our hands was well worth the trouble we faced with the bull. As we made our way back to the village of our own, my fellow adventurers unanimously decided that because of my strength and courage, I deserved to keep the equipment for myself. This honor that was bestowed upon me was by far the greatest I have ever received. I reassured my mates that I would not have been able to continue the fight if it was not for their courage and their great friendship that we all shared. Since that day, I wore the equipment around my neck with a sense of pride, knowing that I was able to hold off the beast for a short period of time, though without my friends I would not have been able to take it down. Thus, I conclude my tale of honor and courage. This story though goes deeper to prove that with friendship and brotherhood even the weakest of warriors can rise to great danger and look it in the eye. This sense of camaraderie fuels the hearts of warriors to rise against adversity and defeat any foe that may get in their way.

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Library: Pangi and the bull