11-28-2007, 09:24 PM
In the North lands there were dangerous warriors known as the Berserker.These men and some few women could fly into a rage that would make them ignore any pain that they would have been dealt by sword, axe or bow.Their strength, stamina, and speed would double two fold to any warrior on the field.They became what would almost be the perfect fighter except they could still be killed.
In the North they were known as the Bear shirts from the large bear pelts they bore upon their shoulders and the massive size of the fighters.In the South lands they were called the Death bearers,fighting until their heads were removed or mounds of dead were brought back on wagons.In the west they were called Battle Spirits,Fighting so fiercely that they seemed to be nothing but shield and weapon and blood and in the east they carried no name for they were considered a demon that should not be spoken of in case it brought the curse upon your village.
Now as the war continued to rage on and the surrounding lands were drawn into the war.Either force to join with opposing sides or defending their own.Sadly through years of war only two sides remained,those who fought for the Berserker Chieftain and those who resisted his armies and trampled under foot.
In one of the last untouched Cities tucked away in the frozen mountains Sat the council of a village deciding what to do.The only way to stop the war was to stop the Chieftain who was protected behind his armies.Now with the war beginning to press down upon the village they had to make a decision and choose their best to go forth and seek help from unlikely allies or to simply give in and join the army and become servants to an unworthy lord.
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"We must not get involved..."
"Yes we must before are village is wiped from the mountains..."
"If we don't get involved then they won't know we are..."
"And if we do we can stop them from...."
Like always during the long almost quite nights the elders were at each others throats fighting over if the village as a whole if they should be involved in the wars.The village was well defend if they were attacked,being built from the rock face itself there was not much in the way of fire or siege they had to worry about.The houses were not grand style like most probably the farthest thing other cities had.The homes were furnished with cloth,furniture,bedding,food everything was from the land.From the massive pelts used as clothing,blankets and doors.To the hand crafted trunks of trees into chairs,tables and anything else needed.
During the short spring and summer months small farms would be planted in the fertile valleys but fish and wild game were hunted year found and provided for most of the village.Since the war much of the game had moved into the mountains which was blessing but also dangerous for the beast that ate flesh as well moved closer to man and that always caused problems.
Places were the mountains allowed access into the circular valley were post.Look outs to warn the village or protect if from something,come the need arise.Drake was one of these watchers but his post was not on the ridge surrounding the city or the foot hills of the mountains but in the city itself.He had chosen a places high on the out crops of the cliff faces.Many hard hours of labor but he had put into carving the mountain in many points so that no matter were he was he could see the city in his perch.
Much of his time was spent on the ground working or training and if not there in the Great hall throwing words back and forth with the elders.But there was something different this night,the tide of the way was shifting and not for the best.
He had heard rumors that the chieftain was making one final effort to power his army then in one push he would force the known world into his hands.He could feel it in the air blood was going to be split on a great scale,but he would not let this happen.This would be the last night he would listen to the banter of old men.In the morning he would set out to find unlikely allies in the world of monsters and men and hope they would be doing the same.
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