Vengeance of the Warrior
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When the warrior
returned to his village, it was to the scene of
of the dead
and dying lay scattered around like so many seeds in the wind.
stench of burning thatch mingled with that of flesh and
hardened though he was, the great warrior Ax-Battler couldn’t
gag at the sight of those he had returned from a quest to see, only to
find them drowning in their own blood.
grief gave way to rage and he roared out loud.
his surprise he was answered by another - not far away -
somewhere ahead of him in the forest.
ran faster than anyone watching would have believed possible for
one of his considerable size, into the midst of the trees towards the
source of the fierce cry.
away the undergrowth he charged into a clearing to find a hideous beast
with razor sharp claws mutilating a body which barely moved, but was
capable of offering some feeble resistance.
was blinded both with fury and overwhelming grief, as
the body, that of a middle-aged woman, was tossed sideways; his mother
moved no more.
turned at Ax-Battler’s cry and charged him, an axe now in
barbarian charged also, not bothering to draw his mighty
sword from his back.
middle of the clearing the Orc and warrior met, neither attempting to
dodge the other’s blows. The
Orc swung his axe down at the human’s unprotected head, but
grabbed the shaft, held it high, and butted the Orc a tremendous blow
the beast could recover,
tossed the axe away, grabbed the monster’s head in both
and turning, hurled it over his shoulder to crash into an oak.
impact must have splintered every bone in the creature’s
warrior couldn’t stay longer to bury his mother, for closing
were a large group of them which even he wouldn’t be able to
glanced once at his prone mother and gritting his teeth took off
north, away form the marauding Orcs.
cover of darkness, he carefully made his way around Orc encampments
searching for any prisoners they may have taken.
none he set about his new and most dangerous quest - that
He had noticed the Orcs
carrying trinkets and plundered goods, and so after a short while he
discovered the identity of his foe. Firstly
he spotted an Orc carrying a banner - that of a Golden Axe.
recognised the emblem of the King of Yuria immediately, and made
his way westwards through the woods, by-passing several villages, until
reached the Great Plains.
here on, his destination: the king’s castle from whence the
have been plundered, his journey far more dangerous than it had been.
villagers he met informed him of his adversary.
seemed that the one he followed was called Death Adder.
had heard of him before in his travels but had thought that he
was not powerful or a threat.
he learned that the magic Golden Axe had been stolen by him, making him
that, for he had somehow united the Orcs from the East and the Amazons
from the North, with promises of wealth and power.
now fought for him alone.
this was not all - he also had the king, queen and
daughter captive in their own castle, and in a brief span of
time had demanded taxes so high that many people could not pay and had
was running out for Ax-Battler: a threat had been made that the magic
which held demonic forces at bay, would be destroyed if the taxes were
was due very soon.
haste, Ax-Battler journeyed on towards the castle and his destiny.
One night while he
slept, a dwarf visited him.
careless move, namely a misplaced foot, and he was greeted by the tip
may I help you?” he enquired rising to his feet and looking
the dwarf laughed.
friend, it is I who can help you!”
looked bemused “How so?”
friend I have a potion for you. Twill make you strong
be sure a bear!”
I suppose you were checking to see if I had the means to pay for it,
before you awoke me” he asked in mock cheerfulness.
dropped his sword and picked the little thief up by the scruff of the
can see you don’t need it!” shrilled the dwarfed.
put him down and watched as the wretched man backed away.
Ax charged and the dwarf ran faster than the wind yelling in fright.
Ax turned and gathering his things got an early start.
Noon saw the warrior
high up the mountain approaching Eagle Island: A
living yet immobile giant Eagle - the product of the mighty wizards who
once lived many eons ago.
he reached the Eagle he was aware of danger all around, yet he could
a few hours he stopped dead still. Before
him a mound of earth was quaking. He
watched and waited.
gleaming white bone hand appeared, then a skull, until before him stood
another pulled itself from the ground, and another and another! They
advanced on him shakily, joints clacking noisily.
once held both sword and shield, Ax-Battler took a step back
and turned to flee, but four more had appeared behind him, blocking his
had to fight!
Swinging his sword about him kept them at bay but he knew that soon one
them would creep in under his guard and put and end to him.
had to do something.
he remembered. Long ago he had been taught a word which he had been
would someday save his life - but only once.
word of power - a word of magic. He
his enemy moved in on
him he closed his eyes and spoke “the Word”.
power flew through him - raw energy pulsed through his veins.
called forth that which the Word allowed him.
power of volcano magic.
exploded around him, but never did a piece struck him. Erupting from
ground, granite smote his foe and when the echoes had died away, he
crushed and buried beneath enormous rocks.
but glanced at them and continued towards the now visible
When the barbarian
fought his way into the castle, he left a trail of
death behind him.
could scarcely believe it when the warrior approached him and demanded
could not understand how the man had made it to him alive
quick to retaliate.
want the Axe, fool?” he shouted. “Take it with my
lunged at Ax-Battler, the glowing Axe held tightly in his hand.
his bulk, Death-Adder moved with agility, his cloak
swirling around him.
fought like demons, giving and receiving blows that would crush a
was clearly the
across the chest and he was down, lying helpless upon the ground.
was going to die - he had failed.
stood over him, axe raised over his head.
admit to some respect for you!” he said, preparing the final
I have none for you!” replied Ax-Battler.
are about to die and yet you don’t care?” he asked
can’t kill me with that!” spat ‘Battler.
“You know nothing about
its powers.” He lied.
bluffing!” replied the giant.
Strike me down.”
couldn’t be true. Could it? He smiled. Of course not.
axe sailed down towards its target, but Death-Adder misplaced
Ax-Battler struck back.
sword pierced Death-Adder’s heart.
instant, the Gold Axe lifted itself into the air, turned over
and over, then split Death-Adder’s skull.
was left wondering whether he had been right or not.
King and his queen and daughter were rescued.
some unexplained reason the Amazons returned to their lair, and
the Orcs to theirs.
they realised that power would not be theirs after all, or perhaps the
magic of the Axe had affected them, but whatever the reason, they
land of Yuria
was safe once again.
the powers of evil were at bay, but for how long, no-one knew.