Big Trouble in Little Sylax
Horribly burned one armed warrior
Ok here we go it all started a long time ago , well it feels like a long time ago . Life was good when me was young ugg got to help out his father in the store . Uggs father was a veteran of the great ( insert war name here ) war , him survived even excelled him father killed lots on the field of battle . Me thinks he did so well on the field of battle cause of the sword he found when he fell in that tomb . What i didn’t tell you about that sword or tomb . Here look at this sword . He draws the sword off his back with is one arm, look this over as i tell you more . You see those scribbles on the blade those are runes and some old wise man said the sword is better because of it , now about how this all came to be . Me father was on the field of battle not even his first week had gone by and he was told to charge the oncoming ogres . Who charges ogres ? Well me father he ran as fast as his legs could carry him in the opposite direction when him saw those gigantic green skinned hairy snaggle toothed beasts. He ran till his legs ached and his chest was on fire , as he thought he was about to die he collapsed and tumbled down a hill and stopped in front of a dark cave. Noticing a dark storm was rolling in my father stumbled in to the cave to seek shelter , he slumped down against a wall herd a click and fell backwards in to a ornate room . Taking in the new room in the failing light he stepped forward and triggered something fearing he had triggered a trap and was dead , he dropped to the floor and cowered in a ball as a blade shot over his head and struck on the wall lighting a trough of oil as the flames licked across the walls the room was illuminated by a greenish blue flame his eyes were drawn toward a ornate throne in the center of the room. On the throne he saw a skeleton grasping a large blade . Even though the blade was covered by years or even centuries of neglect my father could see the blade glisten , and was drawn to the blade . He grabbed for the sword his fingers wrapping around the handle and he felt war and death course through him his eyes were flooded with visions of battle and carnage. The flash knocked him back ripping the sword away from the skeleton which turned to dust when the sword was removed from its grasp . Feeling empowered and thirsting for blood father decided to run back to the war and in what felt like moments he was were he ran from . Facing the oncoming ogres father charged in to the fray to the surprise of every one even the ogres , he let out a blood curdling cry and sank his new blade in to the nearest creatures thigh nearly severing its leg off . The other creatures seeing this and hearing the cry of the fallen ogre they turn there attention toward my father . He embraces the sword renewing his grasp and wading in to combat as each ogre falls the blade of the sword begins to glow and runes show them self , he hears I be the bane or ogres ogre bane be my name erupt from his throat and the remaining ogres rethink there plan of attack and retreat . Father kills all the dying creatures and returns back to were his allies stand paralyzed by fear and collapses by the chuck wagon. Seeing what he just did my fathers commander set to watch him and see what he was capable of. For months father was tested time and time again and every time he came out of the fight covered in blood but not a scratch on him . The commander saw one more challenge for a way to push the ogres back in to the mountains were they came for if only for a few years at least a little bit of peace was better than none. Commander what was his name Ugg snaps his finger Stewie , stewie was his name . Stewie decided to attack the ogres in there camp in stead of merely defending the lands from there attacks. Stewie was getting old and tired he did want to die in war he survived this long. The plan was layed the men were set in position father in the lead and as the sun began to sink and the clouds erupted in reds and yellows as if the sky was on fire the attack was launched . Father and his small band snuck in to the camp and began to decimate the ogres as they were breaking bread . Speaking of that im hungry taking a piece of bread in his hand he chomped down and began to decimate the hunk of bread. Ok were was I oo yea they were sneaking in to the camp , father said they crawled in and launched the attack the first group were down before they were aware but the rest now knew they weren’t alone.Father and his group charged the wall of confused ogres taking down a few more as they realized what was happening .the battle was quick and deadly to both sides after the bodies fell only the cheftian and his guard still stood and father and one other. They lunged at each other father at the cheiftain the other took on the guards. The guards made short work of the other but at a heavy cost not one of the guards was uninjured and most were dead . seeing there chance to run , they did only to be cut down by the others waiting outside for just this reason. Father and the cheftian battled in to the night there skills nearly evenly matched but father wasn’t tiring and the cheftian was. father hammered him to his knees and with one last great blow father’s sword crashed down on the ogres blade shattering it his sword sinking in to the cheftians shoulder . Father gave the beast one chance Yield or die. The beast just growled and spat at father he dragged his blade from its shoulder and brought it down again chopping deeply in to the beast neck blood sprayed and the thing died. the Battle over father stumbled in to a tent and slumped to the ground not to wake till the sun rose. father collected him self grabbed a few trinkets and walked out with the head of the beast the other soldiers surged the camp. father was rewarded and the was was over for now.
That’s the story of my father we lived peacefully for many years on a large plot of land many of the suriveing solders settled with father we had a nice town sprouting up . I had everything i could want . But all that was shattered on the eve of my 12 year . This might be a bit of a story I noticed you whispering about my scars and i bet you want to know what happened to my arm. Well ill tell you , as i said on the eve of my 12th year we were bringing harvest I was playing with fathers sword as i always did , if he caught me id get punished but i felt drawn to the blade and i wanted to know what the squiggles on the blade meant. It was like any other day till the clouds suddenly grew dark . I looked up to see a massive beast in the air blocking out the sun . This had to be a dragon i had only heard stories about them and i was about to find out just how true those stories were.The beast swept our fields killing most of out stock with its fiery breath and the rest it scooped up and rended in its toothy maw. I was terrified and amazed by the beast . The towns folk took up arms and went to attack the beast . I was snatched up by my father and taken to our house. " I was looking for that well after today it will most likely be yours now gather your things you need to run ". father said . i took to my room like i was on fire . Little did i know later that very day i would know how that actually felt. I exited my house ust in time to see the beast belch flame on most of the townsfolk. it then turned its attention toward the town , making short work of the town the beast turned its attention to fathers manor. I realized father was still inside and ran back in too help him. i reached father at the same time the beast reached our house . It wasted no time setting it ablaze but being sturdier than the rest of the house not much burned right away. the beast tried to spew more fire on the house but it seemed tired and was unable to add more fire but the damage had been done the roof was burring the rafters were lit . father raced for his room on the second floor on the other side of the house i tried to stop him but he tossed me aside like i was nothing . i ran after father found him fishing a box out the wall . puzzled i froze there wondering what that was, that was my first mistake . the burning roof fell around me nearly setting me on fire . father shoved me out of the way as a rafter crashed in to him pinning him were he lay . the fire soon engulfed him he pushed the box in to my arms and again pleaded for me to leave , but i couldn’t leave father. i tried to no avail to free father even though i my self got burned in the effort only later would i realize just how bad . As i turned to go i said goodbye to father as a rafter swung toward me pinning me against the wall . I had a choice at this point loose the arm of my life . as the flames burned my flesh and my father was consumed by fire i drew his sword and swung it at the beam i took a small chunk out of it but i wouldn’t free my self in time so i clenched my teeth and attacked my arm with the sword. the fire instantly attacked the spot i had just opened on my shoulder as if it was trying to take me as well. i lunged out the now open window and prayed i live this day . as i sailed through the air i noticed the beast leaving the town he had destroyed the beast was red like fire and 3 times larger that the largest wagon i had ever seen. Just as i thought i was done for i felt the cold embrace of the horse trough as i plunged in to it sizzling and gasping. i tried to pull my self out with my missing arm and nearly drowned b4 i realized it wasn’t there any more. I crawled in to what ever shelter i could find and just slept as much as i could through the pain. slowly i foraged for food and supplies i checked to see if any one else was alive . I found a few who huddled in a nearby cave most were too young to fight or too weak . they helped me were they could assisting me in caring for my wounds after i was healed i helped them rebuild what could be fixed. Went the loss of my father got to much to handle i took my things and a few other trinkets i found and set off to see the world .