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Of beasts and man

Of beasts and man

Skrevet av Temujin den 22 august 2010 klokken 22:07

In the old world, where the mighty empire lays at it center, where the dwarfs fight to preserve their race and hold. And where the knights of Bretonnia fights all those who would defy the lady of the lake, there are many stories to be told. Of hero's and peasant alike. This is one such story
In the north of the Empire lays North-land, this part of the realm of Karl Franz, the emperor of the largest kingdom in the old world is filled with dangers. One of these are the cloven ones, also known as Beast men. These savage beasts are driven by their hate for man, elf and dwarf. They seek to tear down the old world and set it ablaze and feast on their foes.

Chapter 1.

Thomas Forlangen was not particularly brave or strong, in fact he was quite the opposite. He lived with his mother who was a widow in a small farming town, he was tall and rather thin by nature. He was also the target for the local bullies, particular the sons of the lumber jacks and the son of the tavern owner.
He had lost his father when he was still an infant, he had been told that his father has been killed by a bear, So as a result of this he had only his mother to rely on. He worked long days in the field, tending to the few sheep's he and his mother had.

Unknown to him this was all about to change, but for the time being he was still unaware of his faith, and the horrors to come. The years past on, and in the year that he turned fifteen came the night that changed his life. His birthday had been like every other he had lived true, dull and uneventful. His mother was poor, so no party or any gifts. As he and his mother was about to go to sleep, events in the dark woods surrounding the village treated to snuff out his life and all those who lived in the houses around him.
In the dark woods a massive horde of beast men was gathering, Ungors, Gors and massive Bestigors brayed and stomped while awaiting the bloodshed to come. The Ungors were the runts of the army, small and far more cautions than their cousins they were the eyes and ears of the clan. The Gors and Bestigors formed the center of the clan, clad in chain mail and with swords, axes and spears they were the ones who fought face to face with their foes.
Leading this horde of bloodthirsty beasts was a massive shape. It was no beastman or any other creature of the woods, It was a Norseman. Clad in hell steel armor and holding a halberd in one hand he gazed down a the soon to be destroyed town.

The Norse was named Astor Utgard, chosen of the dark gods, soul reaper, monster and eternal hateful towards the weaklings in the south. This was the night were he stepped forwards into history.
Astor turned to the hulking beast that was his second in command, The beast lord shock his shaggy head and grunted, « Do we attack, when will we burn the weaklings out of their homes. Drive them before us and feasts on their flesh!». It was clear that the clan could not be controlled for long, Astor turned to the chieftain and answered « Yes now is the hour of the sword. Burn it down, but let a few escape. Let them seed terror in their fellow men».

Meanwhile in the town below, night had settled in, the folks that was asleep or in their homes was at the local inn. The place was called the Grey Wolf and was built out of heavy timber and stone. The fire was on in the heart and beer flowed from the kegs. Lithe did the hapless fools know what about to happen, if so they may have had a better chance.

The attack was signaled by the roar of several Doom bulls, who also blew massive bronze horns, out from the woods streamed the beast men. They brayed and bellowed like the gates of hell had opened. They hacked down the few guards that was about in these hours, and ripped doors opened, dragged their screaming victims outside and ate them alive, as the noise and sheer terror spread people stirred from their bed, some grabbed weapons and fought back, some fled, and some died.
The thing that saved Thomas Forlangen was that him and his mother lived on the far side of the village, he was fast asleep when his mother shock him awake. « THOMAS! WAKE UP» she screamed with panic in her voice. He almost wet himself from the awaking but was up in a hurry, his mother was pale as wax, « get you cloths on and run» she yelled, he had only gotten his pants on, and his worn leather boots when the door was smashed open.

And in came a creature that looked like something from a nightmare, it was tall with cloven feet, and the legs of a goat and a torso that would make even the strongest human pale of fright, and on its shoulders sat a head with two great curling horns. Time seemed to stop, the beast jumped at his mother, grabbing her with a strong arm, she scream and fought like mad. Thomas moved to help his mother, but she screamed for him to get away, to not help her. With tears flowing and guilt, terror and anger clutching him he ran. While he was running he heard his mother wail, and all he could think ws that he had left his mother to die, the one person who had cared for him. Loved him and respected him true his miserable life.
,Her screams was cut short, it was followed by a roar of blood lust and the sound of ripping flesh.

He fled towards the woods, not knowing if more of the beasts waited there, he no longer cared. All he could think was that he had left his mother to die instead of him. But no beast men stopped him, but by the sound of it, others were not so lucky. That night war had arrived in Nordland, and a lone boy was crying in the dark woods.

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