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    A tale of the Killer Siafu

    A battle scarred warrior and an ancheint sorcerer looked out from their hiding place in a small copse of woods. A thousand yards away they could see the castle sized anthill city of the killer siafu.
    "Why they are nothing so much as giant ants, and see the way they mill about so. Whatever are they looking for?" Asked the warrior.
    "There is a tree of life in this region, they search for it's fruit. The fruit will grant robust health to any creature which consumes it. But the tree will magically relocate every time one of it's fruits drops from it's boughs, thus they must continually search anew. Sometimes they can be waylaid and the fruit taken from them."
    "But I hear that many must be fought before such fruit is obtained."
    "Yes, well angels and mages have a knack for finding them, but us more usual mortals must work harder for them."
    "It seems as if it is not worth the effort." Sighed the warrior.
    "Oh no, my freind, their flesh is worth up to 100,000 in the coin of the realm."
    "That sounds like a lot, but in town it costs 300 just for a chicken leg."
    "That is true, but let me tell you another trick. If you are careful not to damage their mandibles while you fight them, then their mouth parts make a fine set of throwing knives."

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    Default The Lost Wars of Clan Atreides

    The Lost Wars


    The Wars were fought with ardent might
    and Clan atreides won the fight
    The Brothers in arms were humiliated
    first of all was our clan rated
    Then came ambush by the Bene Gesserit Witches
    but we trounced those sons of snitches

    Alas the gods played us not fair
    of ancheint laws we were not aware
    they tried to steal our hard won vic'try
    but annulled were records both honorable and tawdry

    Now although the annals are clean
    no longer do the banners gleam
    But soon we shall again prove our right
    to boast and roar of our awesome might

    Hail Atreides! Always Atreides! Long Live the Fighters!!!

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    Simply loveable I am not good at making short stories like these meself, but if i were i'd submit one.
    I like the Atreides rhyme alot aswell! Although you could have gone without adding how awesome you guys are, and how little awesome others are :O

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    Default The Smell of Fear

    You see me now, dressed in the finery of a court minstrel, scrubbed clean. ( as clean as an orc can be scrubbed, at least) You hear me speaking eloquent words without the typical guttural accent of my kind, and you feel only the slightest shudder of revulsion, which you are easily able to supress. You can swallow your skepticism as you hear my rhymes and listen to me strum the lyre. But it was not always this way.
    I was born in a cavern beyond the sea caves, in the mountainous region north of the realm, far away from Algadon City. I was brought into the world in a lean year, and was the only one of five brothers and three sisters in my litter not to be eaten by our parents. And that was only because I escaped the shoddily built pen they kept us in.
    I wandered down from the mountains and hid on the fringes of human civilization, and I learned much watching them from the shadows. I grew fast and strong stealing chickens and eating stray dogs. The first time a human actually witnessed my skulking crimes I caught the most wonderful scent coming from him. It was the smell of fear. That day I learned to savor the taste of manflesh. I thought there was no going back.
    I learned to control my impulses in time, because I grew weary of being chased from hither to yon by mobs of villagers with pitchforks and flaming brands. I learned how much humans value the pretty metal which you call gold.
    Soon I learned that there was a particular class of humans who wandered far and wide along the roads of Algadon, carrying wagonloads of goods and foodstuffs, as well as pouches of the yellow gold coins. They were easy to recognize. Many were careless, all called themselves merchants.
    I remember the first one I took. I could smell his fear as he could smell my hide. He fell after two swift blows. I ate his flesh raw and cracked his bones with my thick molars so that I could suck out the marrow. Then I blinded the donkey which drew his little cart so that the wolves who had taken to following me about would be well fed and leave me be while I rested. I next smashed his little cart to splinters, laid his remains atop them, and used the red robes he wore as a mark of his trade as kindling. Then I sat down to warm myself by the blaze.
    I remember thinking---I could get used to this.
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    Default One Rune and the Sorcerer

    His name was One Rune, which is two words in our language, but one in his.
    It was written with a single rune, of course, and meant literaly, the number
    one. It also meant unity, solidarity, and well beginnings. I guess words
    and runes have to take a lot of jobs in the language of the northmen, but in
    any case, One Rune certainly had well beginnings.
    He was the first born son of a cheiftain, strong of limb and long of bone.
    His hair was golden and fell across his shoulders in loose curls. His ruddy
    face seemed chiseled of granite, and was adorned with a close cropped beard
    and a luxurious mustaich which drooped down around his hard set mouth.
    his mail and arms were of the finest make I had seen, outside of the work of
    legendary mages. He bore a horn trimmed with bronze which would sound out a
    clarion call fit to summon an entire flight of angels.
    We met at the northern border, along the cliffs by the coast. He approached
    me solenmly, and I was surprised with his mastery of our tongue and of the
    fair words of diplomacy. Not all northmen are barbarians.
    One Rune had a message for the king, and he desired an escort to his palace,
    and assistance in obtaining an audience. I think he assumed I was of the
    upper class because of my sorcerer's robe, which would be rare and expensive
    in his country. In any case, I saw a rare opportunity to gain the aid which
    I had been seeking in my quest. We struck a bargain.
    He followed me to the rough cut path which led down the precarious cliff
    towards the sea caves. The crash of waves gradually became louder as we made
    our way down the narrow, steep ledge. In one spot the ledge had broken away,
    forcing me to leap across. I was not sure he could make it in all that mail,
    but he scoffed at me and cleared the gap easily, his powerful legs bunching
    and stretching out like the strike of a cobra.
    The path let out on a small sheltered beach, a mere crescent of sand bounded
    by shear cliffs on either side. We walked out into the surf a few yards and
    I bid him to gaze up and down along the cliff face which we had just descended.
    A myriad of dark caves pock marked the rock face.
    "Behold, the caves of the sea creatures. Pick one, my comrade." Said I.
    "If they are otherwise all the same, we should choose the easiest one. I
    would rather wade into one of those black holes at sea level, than to have
    to weary myself with a dangerous climb before a fight."
    So we waded through hip deep surf into a dark cave. The roar of the crashing
    waves was amplified within. We would not have heard it coming in any case, for
    it swam through the dark waters until it was almost upon us, and burst up out of
    the turbulent foam spraying salt water and roaring like a devil.
    I raised my arms and began to channel the magic power through me, speaking
    the words of power which I had learned from the ancheint scroll. The burst of
    flame broke across its scaly skin, evaporating liquid into steam. Over and over
    I pulsed the magic fireball into it's vicious visage, trying not to succumb to
    the fear I felt under it's inimical gaze. One Rune flanked the beast, and cut
    a deep score into it's scaly green hide with his blade, which he referred to as
    a scaramasak, although it looked like a basic sword to me.
    When it turned it's long razor sharp talons on him, and lashed
    out at him with it's long spaded tail he retreated, and I once again gave the
    creature a blast of arcane fire. Distracted, it turned towards me again, but
    One Rune dashed forward through the dark water again, and cut it deep.
    We went on thus for some time, both of us depleted in energy and leaving blood
    to fall into the equally salty sea. But in the end it fell.
    We drug its corpse out of the cave and carved it up on the beach. I knew
    which organs would bear a high price at the spell shop back in Algadon city. The
    hard and sharp tail blade I left for One Rune to take, knowing the weaponsmith
    would either craft it into a formidible battleaxe for him or take it in trade, all at a
    fair price.
    We rested and built a small fire of driftwood, and cooked some of the creature's flesh for a quick meal, but we dared not tarry the night in that place. So, it was a hard climb in failing light back to the top of the cliff, Where we camped and talked long into the night over some fine Algadon wine and northmen's mead.
    In the morning We packed up and turned south. I upheld my bargain and got him his audience. I never found out what it was that he had to say to the King. When I asked him, all he would respond was; "It's a private message"
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    Yoo, malakai? Ever thought about becoming a writer? That last one did indeed remind me of reading an actual book page.

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    I actually did write a scifi manuscript once. it needed revision, and was still a work in progress when I lost it along with just about everything else in Katrina. (Swam out of mid-city in new orleans with five bucks and some cut-offs)
    These little shorts are easy and fun. Co-ordinating an entire book is a lengthy, soul sucking process which consumes loads of ones life and has very little promise of any return.
    Still, one day I might try it again. For now I hope everyone is enjoying reading these as much as I am writin them. I like taking context cues from the game and incorporating them into the tales. It helps the game take on life for me, and maybe for other players too.
    Thanks for you interest, all any of us really have is time, if you think about it. So I appreciate you spending some of that most precious of things following my work.

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    Thumbs down The Angel with Boots On

    The wary shpkeeper took my coins and handed me a wheel of aged cheese. He was getting accustomed to seeing my grey pebbly hide, but I could tell he was still very much on gaurd.
    I could understand, Orcs were rare in these parts, and they usually did not pay for the things they took. It was getting better though, the first time I walked into his shop he grabbed a cleaver and went into a combat stance. He was smart enough not to make the first move, though. He would not have survived my wrath.
    It was like that all over the little towns which were scattered across the plain around Algadon City. People were slowly getting used to having me around. I still spent most of my time in the wilderness, hunting lone merchants and monsters. My companions were the wolves and buzzards which followed in my wake, feeding on the carrion, human or otherwise which I left behind.
    I always behaved myself when in a town. I had learned better. Commerce with people had its advantages, it certainly was better than the hard life in the wilderness. When winter storms came, I could hike into a town, find an inn and hand over a few stolen coins so that I could sleep in warmth and comfort. When hunting was lean, I could buy cheese or sausages to sustain me. I had even taken to wearing clothes, although they generally stank, and were covered with dirt and dried splattered blood.
    Coming out of the shop I was struck by a vision.
    She stood there, tall, luminous and beautiful. Her hair was pale gold and her skin alabaster. A golden battle harness was set snug between her perfectly formed shoulders. Her features held a symmetry which was both hypnotic and terrifying.
    I felt most curiously. A hunger which was not hunger, an aggression which was not violent consumed me. I wanted to both posess and worship her. I stood struck dumfounded, my gaze working slowly down her long frame as if I was reading a book. My eyes fell upon her legs at mid thigh, where the gentle snow white skin met the blue black of her tall boots. The boots were made of the skin of some large reptile, and I was fantasizing about sticking my long forked tongue down into the dark crease between her skin and that supple leather which encased them when my trance was broken by her slight, musical laughter.
    "See something you like?" She said.
    All I could do was bow my head humbly, and wipe the drool from my chin.
    "It's alright, Malakai." She spoke again, somehow knowing my name even though I had not been able to utter a word in her presence. "I'm kinda used to it."
    She reaced into a tiny pouch at her waist, pulled something out of it and flipped it at me. It was an emerald, small but flawless, and brilliant in the noonday sun.
    "Go to the barbers and get a hot bath and a shave. Then go buy yourself some clean clothes. And put them on. When you've done that, contact a man in town who is staying at the Royal Inn. His name is Hotfire. Tell him Princess sent you. I think you may be a good addition to our clan.
    And that was the beginning of when I became truly civilized.
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    Starting to look like an entire little story here. I should add something meself some time, whenever i randomly have the time :O

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    Default Hunting the Great Wolf

    My real name is Sam, but at the tiny Academy of Magic near the southern swamps where I learned sorcery they bid me take "a proper name". I chose one off of the gravestone of an old soldier of the long dead Padishah Empeorer, Shaddam IV. I changed the spelling a little, because I don't like the idea of restless spirits following me about seeking vengeance.
    So Saudaukar it was, and I sit here now telling my story to a fabled scribe of the mighty clan Atreides, an orc no less. Who would have thought?
    Now, I am a literate and well educated man, coming from a wealthy merchant family from Algadon city. I had the best tutors growing up. I was not the most eager student, but they pounded all that knowledge into me, and did it well enough that I was accepted to the Academy. The background was definitly needed to master sorcery, but I knew I was not cut out to be a full fledged mage.
    A little aside here, and indulge me, dear reader while I explain the difference betwen mages and sorcerers. See, Mages bind magic into their very beings, becoming somewhat super-human, or in the case a a rare few, definitley super-human. A mage can write spells, create their own runes, and speak the secret arcane language fluently. We sorcerers know just enough to channel magic, rather than become mgical ourselves. We speak runes written by others, use ancheint tried and true spells and dare not modify them, lest we lose control of that energy and fry out either our bodies or our minds, if not both
    In any case, although I am reasonably educated, there are some things that I just don't know. Being a city boy, hunting is one of them.
    It was last winter, just two days after the solstice, and the snows had set in in the mountains. That was when the great wolf came down onto the plains and began to plague the little village where One Rune, my warrior companion, and I had holed up for the season. The villagers came to us, naturally, for aid. They knew we had slain sea creatures and siafu-ants a plenty, and they were confident in our ability to tackle the ravening wolf. More confident than we were, but then they weren't the ones risking their hides.
    One Rune and I discussed it, and he thought that it would be worth the risk. We decided to get underway as soon as possible. One Rune told me that he had to go by the blacksmiths shop, and gave me a short list of supplies we would need to face the wolf.
    "A crossbow, ok. A rapier, hmm, never seen you use one of those. and a bushel of potatoes?" Are you sure you know what you are doing?"
    "Just get them for me, Saud, you'll see how it works out later, ok."
    So we did what we had to do, bundled up in extra furs and struck out towards the goat farmer's land where the wolf had last been seen, carrying off two live kids in its jaws.
    The goat farmer had a compost pile near his ramshackle old barn. One Rune nodded to himself with pleasure when he saw it, and he threw his heavy pack down and dropped to one knee by the edge of the compost pile. He drew out a handful of potatoes and scattered them about. Then he had me go speak to the goat farmer and obtain permission for us to camp out on the property that night.
    By the time I got back he had set up a little campsite about twenty yards from the compost pile and begun to build a fire.
    "What if the farmer had said no?" I asked
    "He wouldn't."
    "That tent only looks like its big enough for one to sleep in."
    "I won't be sleeping, city boy, that's so you won't be cranky in the morning."
    We sat by the fire and had a meal as darkness set in. It started getting prety cold, so I trundled off to bed, noticing that One Rune was staring at the compost pile with a loaded crossbow.
    In the morning he had a string of about seven rats skewered on the rapier, and he was cleaning off spent crossbow bolts he had retreived from their bodies at dawn.
    He slung the rapier over his shoulder and we began to march again. Mystified, I just followed along with him. We marched all day, One Rune appeared to be testing the wind repeatedly, and looking for something. He found that, a large tree, about half way through the day, and he lay down to catch some rest while I stood gaurd and made a meal for us.
    "Don't use any potatoes, we need them all."
    One Rune awoke at dusk. He ate in silence, then got up and tied a long cord from his pack around a crossbow bolt, and fired that over a branch high in the tree. The bolt came down and he detached it from the rope, and tied the rope to the still mostly full bushel of potatoes. Then he hauled the taters up into the tree, shimmyed up there himself and tied a loop-knot to secure it. The sun was fading and he bid me stoke the fire while he climbed back down.
    I watched then as he slipped the now stinkyier than usual rat corpses off of the rapier blade and into the fire. Then he reloaded the crossbow, bid me climb up the tree to the knot of rope and the sack of potatoes, and he took up a post at the base of the tree with his back to the trunk.
    It did not take the wolf long to find us. The fire and the scent of burning flesh must have called him. He came loping out of the darkness, solitary, growling, and massive. It was at least six foot at the shoulder, with a head like a cask and yellow fangs like daggers. One Rune shot it in the front shoulder with the crossbow as it charged him, then dropped the bow and drew the rapier. He needed it. The wolves jaws snapped about so fast that the lightweight fencing weapon was needed to fend them off. If One Rune had used his axe, the wolf would have had him after his first blow, because the slower axe would not have had time to recover. Now I began dropping a poison rain onto the wolf. I could see how it burned him, but the beast was tough, and multiple blows were only very slowly wearing him down.
    One Rune was mostly fighting defensively, allow my spells to hurt the beast. Time and again its jaws barley missed his thoat, but then pulled away, lightning fast, as the rapier threatened its eyes. At last It began to weaken, and slow.
    "The rope, pull the rope!" He creid, and I yanked on the knot, allowing the potatoes to fall free, down ten fathoms or so, and strike the wolf on its back, causing a loud snap as it cracked it's spine.
    One Rune stepped back away from the wolf to the semi darkness at the edge of the firelight, retreived his battle axe, and struck the wolves head from its shoulders.
    "You can come down now, city boy. It's over"
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