The hunger - Unfortunate fate of a Lizzard

The Brother · Post by **The Brother** » Fri Jan 04, 2002 4:58 am

Much time has past since Bro has been seen in Troll's Bane. Nearly since the time DarkWalker haunted the land.

He'd traveled back to his dwindling tribe with his new skills to battle the warmbloods over his tribes land and thier future.

Elfish Arrows whizzing past sinking feather deep into his comrade's and thier fearsome display of magic drove his tribe back further and further in thier boudries.

Like shadows at noon, the elves ceased thier attack and vanished as if they had never been there leaving no bodies behind, expect those of Bro's family twitching and rotting in the sun.

His hate for these warmbloods grew. why they attacked he didn't know, but if it kept up, his tribe and many others he'd seen will soon be gone. What will become of lizards then? Would the all be forced to the swamps where not even humans would want the land?

2 weeks of uneasy wait... each night barely a wink of rest and food was scarce. The 30 or so lizards left milled impatiently hungry for battle.. to either defeat the foe, or die bravely. No lizrd would die a coward and even less would live as one.

The attack finally came, but not by elves nor with the sudden onslaught of thier kind. Drums bangged in the distance, smoke filled the air from thier torches. At night, lizards were weakened and slow.. but this night, would change history.

It was humans. Hundreds come to claim the land in thier name and drive of the troublesome lizards. The foul mutations of nature.

The humans were much more crude than elves, and bloodthirsty. Thier numbers enabled them to hand to hand contact, not the sniveling hide and seek games Elves played.

The humans sent forward a single man to deliver the ultimatum. Bro, knowing magic was sent incase they tried any tricks.. but he would no need magic for this.

"Surrender and flee and my lord will grant yo.." His words were cut off in a gurgled scream as Bro lurched forward ripping his throat from him. The humans charged, the lizards bound forward with spears and claws. The battle was horrendus.

Bodies littered the ground.. 3 lizards one wounded badly.. and a handful of humans. They had witness the destruction that can befall a warmblood when the lizard had nothing to loose. Even missing arms and legs they would bite with crushing jaws.

The moans of the dead rose from all around as dawn approached... the stand off was nearly over.

That is when he came.. the man in black.

"You fight for life my cold blooded friends.. fight with me and I shall give it to you forever!"

He repeated the same message to the last remaining humans.. and the fled with fear.. they knew whom it was that spoke.

The lizards spoke one word each.

"HATES!"

"Warmbloods!"

"Revenge!"

And so it was..

Promised of eternal life, cursed with a foul spirit of the dead.. the walked the lands spreading these words.. but, without these.. they would perish for all time.

It is a promise sealed with a curse.

Andrew Horton · Post by **Andrew Horton** » Fri Jan 04, 2002 7:29 am

so..you are a lizard, yes Brother?

I shall make your flesh taste extrordinary when i am thru cooking it!

Great Milenko · Post by **Great Milenko** » Fri Jan 04, 2002 10:53 am

not so fast Andrew.
he hates humans? hmm i like them, fried, cooked and toasted, wuwhwahwah
maybe he want to taste some of their guts and flesh too?
why dont make him an allie? three cooks can make a tasty menu hmmm #licks his lips
human heads, french fingers, raw guts oh i can hardly wait

what do you think brother come around and we have some talk over a screaming human
boiling in the kettle and by a good bottle of old elvish blood

wuwhwwhawiwaw

Andrew Horton · Post by **Andrew Horton** » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:39 am

hmm...boiled human flesh in a delicate orc sauce....throughly drained with pigs blood..

yes this might work...

him as an allie..

#me grins and walks off into the mist

The Brother · Post by **The Brother** » Sun Jan 06, 2002 12:25 am