Gather close my
friends. For what you are about to here
is the tale of one brave man who lived during and fought in one of the greatest
periods of time in history. A time after
the dinosaurs but before the Tower of Babel.
A time known only as,
Animan
was a great mercenary from the icy northlands, he had traveled the fabled lands
of man and squirrel, fought in wars between man and man, squirrel and
squirrel. For the two races never
clashed in the field of combat. Animan was
a great sword fighter and had traveled to the great holy city of Malkalet to
see if he could sell his sword to one of the many who came to see the great
relic, The Sacred Acorn of Truth.
However
as he approached the city he heard a familiar sound, the clashing of
swords. Instantly his sword was in his
hand and he ran to the gates.
As
Animan stepped through the shattered gates of Malkalet, the Capital of the
Mighty Turan Empire and home of the Acorn of Truth, he saw an amazing
sight. Shimmering scimitars of the
Turan defenders clashing on dull squirrel steal. Animan watched to orgy of destruction for a bout 3 seconds before
a high squirrel wielding a huge sword advanced on him.
High
squirrels were an old and mysterious race, they stood about 7 feet tall and had
strength enough to break a human arm like a twig. The huge squirrel instantly swung his sword at Animan. The squirrel did not have time to realize
that he missed the northlander before his head was flying through the air. Having decided which side he was on Animan
rushed off and into the waiting battlefield.
Animan entered the
battle like a bat out of hell. Barant,
a king's guardsmen for 20 years looked three huge squirrels in the eye ready to
meet death like a man. The leader of
the three rose his huge sword. However,
before Barant could react the severed arm fell to the ground before him. The two squirrels turned to see a man
standing tall, broadsword in hand.
Within two minutes death had taken the squirrels down the river Ataque,
to another place.
The captain of the
guards stood on a small pile of rubble in the middle of the cities main
courtyard. From his view he saw the
young northlander join the fight, and the tide turn. "Forward men!” he yelled sending another squirrel down the river.
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