Author: tan
Date:Dec 13 2003
Great is the Realm of Bat, not only in size, but in other dimensions too. Wise were the Gods who sculpted it with their own hands and thoughts. The Earth itself radiates great magical powers and even a fool can see it. Well, almost any fool. Mischievous was the intent of the Gods when they created the most inferior beings, the primitive life forms that roam in the Realm just to amuse the civilized ones. Come, hear this tale of the most simple creatures treading the plains back and forth, without any greater purpose. Listen and learn, this is a story of the barbarian kind. For days he had been wandering, looking for a village to plunder and burn, or at least to find something to eat. He was bored of eating the same old skwerrl'n'rat soup his mother had taught him to make when he was still a little boy. Actually, when he really thought about it, if you can call the process "thinking" when it involves a barbarian, it was all his mother's fault. She was the one who had told him stories of great warriors and promised him he would some day perform valiant deeds, slay great beasts, become a hero, marry a princess and rule half a kingdom. Sure he had slain a few of wild boars with his tribe members, but when it was time for him to prove himself worthy by going on a journey on his own, what he had ended up with was not fame, riches and lusty virgins, but a great deal of trouble. He had been chased by almost anything from Lorenchia to Shadowkeep, which he didn't quite understand. How come nobody understood he was just performing his Groo given duty? "Them all be flamin mind flappers..." he muttered to himself. In the late afternoon he saw a fire burning bright on a hill ahead and thought this would be the day he would be remembered of. He imagined the rewarding smell of the burning huts and roasting pork awaiting him for finally showing everyone what it means to be run over by the barbaric rage. Yes, this time would be different. This time he would not just go in and start smashing things. He would use his cunning and wit! "Ha! Surprise attack it be! Them never know what hit!", is what he kept telling himself. He had a sly plan indeed. He gathered some sticks and leaves from the nearby bushes and skillfully disguised himself as a bush by attaching them in his long hair. "Ayew cannt see but them be thinkin ittis justa movin bush, heheh! And then it be too late!", he chuckled to himself. He started climbing the rocky hill with the thought of slaughter on his tiny little mind. Trolls are rather cumbersome, and a blindfolded troll climbing a rocky hill is a sight indeed. Amazingly, he managed to climb the hill in a matter of hours, only after a couple of times rolling back to base of the hill. He started approaching the fire guided by his scent, but soon a booming voice asked 'What is it you are actually trying to do?'. Instantly he threw away his unsuccessful disguise and glanced at the speaker. It was a huge titan wearing furs and leather with horns and fangs of various creatures hanging around his neck and waist. 'I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?', the titan asked, becoming seemingly irritated. 'Me burn, me destroy and take weapon and food from enemy', the troll managed to mumble and quietly moved a couple of steps away from the titan. 'Well, bring it on! I have always wanted to make boots out of troll skin!', the titan answered. The troll gathered all his courage and leapt at the titan, starting to headbutt the titan's knee with his head. No matter how much he kept bashing, the titan wouldn't even move a muscle. After a while the exhaustion took over and he fell down panting and gasping for air. The titan looked down at the troll and started to laugh. 'You call yourself a fighter? You have a lot to learn, boy. But I can see you have potential. Come, sit by the fire, I can see you are hungry. Take a bite of the pheasant and then we will see what we can do so you can call yourself a real warrior.' The troll did as the titan had advised. The titan started training the young troll, and one day he did become a warrior...But that is an another story. THE END