Kingdom tales forum1/4/2024 The village has been decorated with pumpkins, candles and an alter for people to pay their respects to the souls of the dead. Not even the slightest breeze could be felt, but even the slightest glance at the horror that befell the village would chill you to the bone. Battle over and tranquility returned to the realm.ĭeep in the forest outside the lowlands is a small village.The air that night was deathly still. Slowly the health of the dragon-rat deteriorated until, with a death shriek the monster fell convulsing on the battle field. Slowly the battle turned to the favour of the allied troops, the sound of swords redendering the beasts flesh punctuated by battle cries. Seemingly from nowhere, a host of other kingdoms appeared and joined the battle. The battle hardened troops stood shoulder to shoulder as they swung their mighty swords against ratman horror. The oracles eyes went white for a few seconds, "ao" the oracle replied. "We're going to need help here", the monarch whispered to the oracle as he let forth a battle cry. The dragon's breath destroyed the sheild and seeing his end imminent, the ratman gathered the power of the potion and the dead rats burning bodies and, in a ball of magic, a fiercesome dragon-rat materialised with the head of the ratman topping the sinewous neck. The monarch was quick to reply, "do we have a choice? Get the dragon's breath". The oracle and mage conferred, and, with a worried frown the oracle turned to the monarch, "We believe we can destroy the shield with dragon's breath, but there are risks". Many health crystals down, the scouts returned, they had found the ratman but he was protected by a sheild of evil made real. With blade swinging the monarch lead the battle against the hoard of fierce rats. "Get my Abyssal Blade for it affords me double damage, load up my supply of health crystals, I'll lead us through this nightmare". "Recall the assassins, send them out to scout the ratman". "There is one chance", the oracle gave hope, "if we can find the ratman, we may stop his foul magic and stop this tide of rats". "Then we are doomed, is there not anything we can do?" the monarch was resolute, "we will fight to the last man and woman, we will die proud". "The phases repeat, each harder than the last, there is no end". "Phase one?", the monarch was perplexed, "what are these 'phases' you speak of, how many are there?" "Merely phase one" replied the oracle as more rats erupted from ground, bigger and fiercer than ones they had already bested. "That was quite easy" the monarch beamed. The discarded heads faded to skulls which were crushed under foot. Soon fires were burning through the village with the stench of burning fur and the sulphurous smell of the rain of fire. Potions were bought and toilet paper hoarded. The oracle recalled an ancient text and gave word that the rats should be beheaded and the bodies burned with rain of fire. The rats would not die, healing their cuts and wounds as fast as they were made. The soldiers attacked back, stabbing, slashing and stamping on the vermin. The sun set and the rats came forth, with sharpened tooth and claw, attacking the people of the kingdom. Plans were made, swords were sharpened, patrols doubled. Children told parents and parents gossiped, soon the word spread back to the castle. Dogs cowered and sought out their owners for mutual protection. Cats ran from where they were sleeping to hide. Now throughout the kingdom rats were appearing, scurrying away to hide in dark places, to wait. Shortly afterwards another rat in another place did the same. A rat's head popped out, sniffed the air, then pulled itself free of the ground. Now, there was a scratching sound, coming from the ground. Tomhasir repeated his warnings to the mage, the sword master, the spy master and the oracle and they prepared in their own way, though for what they did not really know. He listened patiently at Tomhasir's warning about the ratman, the evil he could draw from the land, the destruction he could wreak in the kingdom. The king was always wary of the vagrant, his visits were always the portent of something bad happening in his kingdom, and a new set of furniture to get used to. Meanwhile, in another part of the kingdom, Tomhasir had petitioned an audience with the king. It was said that animals avoided him, and if you were wise, you would too. It was said he had the appearance and demeanor of a rat. He had been described as draped in furs with a necklace of small skulls about his neck. The usual sounds of nocturnal animals had been absent in the kingdom for awhile.Ī stranger had appeared in the lands.
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