Post by ares007 on Feb 7, 2010 17:40:14 GMT -5
Seemingly out of nowhere, a fearsome rat made his appearance. He was a dark-colored, muscular vermin with a fierce expression. He didn't talk very much; all of his actions were carefully measured.
His time of fame began with being forced to join the small horde of a typically egotistical and cowardly vermin. The stoat warlord was sadistic and enjoyed punishing his underlings. Gruvel gradually proved himself to be a powerful warrior and worked his way closer to the stoat leader. The warlord valued Gruvel as a servant, but was still wary of the rat; something about this newcomer made him uneasy.
Eventually, Gruvel made his move. Whether it was entirely Gruvel's orchestration or not, it is not known. However, the rat made the most of a perfect opportunity. The "warlord" commanded his small horde to attack a group of traveling goodbeasts. Due to poor leadership, the vermin were quickly repelled and the goodbeasts fled towards the swamps. Angry, the warlord ordered the horde to pursue them.
Eventually, the goodbeasts were nowhere to be found, and many vermin were beginning to fall sick rummaging through the swamp. Some had even been swallowed up in quicksand. Gruvel quickly took command of the situation and organized the vermin in a plan that would get them out of the swamp and reduce losses. Not sure whether to be happy or worried, the warlord followed along. Eventually, the green canopy of the woods was sighted and the vermin were filled with hope. A few of them began to rush forwards, but were stopped forcefully by Gruvel who had chosen to march in front.
"Stick to the plan!" He hissed. "If ye' run around like that, ye'll get swallowed by ther quicksand!"
Then he turned to the rest of the horde and said, "We're almost done! Just stick to the plan!"
At this point, the stoat warlord realized that he was losing command of his horde. "Wait! Stop!" He called in desperation! "We're goin' the wrong way!"
Gruvel as well as the rest of the horde stopped and looked at him scornfully. One of the hordebeasts spoke up, "But the woods is right there!"
"Them woods is bad news! I know the parts! There's monsters in there!" the stoat responded.
But one of the horde scouts answered, "Sirs, I reca'nize these here trees. There ain't no monsters in ther'."
"Gruvel! I'll have yer whipped! You ain't taken my horde!" growled the stoat in desperation.
And Gruvel took the advantage and snarled back in a deep menacing tone, "Ye mean the horde that ye lead through ther swamp to die and get sick? The horde that ye has whipped fer lookin' the wrong way? This ain't yer horde and never was! You ain't no leader!"
Filled with rage, the stoat drew his sword and rushed at the rat. "I'll show yer a leader!" he yelled.
Gruvel crouched into a ready position and intently watched the berserking stoat. The former warlord had his sword drawn high over his head and didn't seem to give any care to attack intelligently.
Not bothering to draw his own weapon, Gruvel sprang forward and caught the stoat's arms before he could swing. Wrapping his arm around the stoat's, the strong rat stepped through to trip him. Ripping the sword from the stoat's grip, Gruvel drove the point deep into his foe's chest.
Gruvel then turned to the horde and lifted the bloody sword. The horde cheered and Gruvel knew that he was now effectively the leader.
Another hour of carefully plodding through the swamp and Gruvel with his new horde rested in the shade of the woods. Food was foraged and the horde was happy. The lack of oppression from the stoat and their new capable leader filled them with hope.
After some rest, Gruvel told them of an abandoned fort on the east shore. There might be some creatures using it as shelter, but they would not withstand Gruvel's new horde however small it might be.
As they marched east, they passed through some farms and homes of goodbeasts. As most of these goodbeasts had very little use for Gruvel, he simply looted all their goods and left them crying. If any resisted, they were beaten. If they drew weapons, they were killed. It did not take long for Gruvel to earn the title of "The Scourge" among the surrounding woodlanders. As birds migrated, they spread word, and before long, the surrounding country whispered new fears. Had a descendant of Cluny the Scourge come to threaten their world?
weapon: Gruvel wears the curved sword of the slain stoat. He prefers to use pole weapons however.
clothing: Gruvel wears a purple cape and brown trousers.
His time of fame began with being forced to join the small horde of a typically egotistical and cowardly vermin. The stoat warlord was sadistic and enjoyed punishing his underlings. Gruvel gradually proved himself to be a powerful warrior and worked his way closer to the stoat leader. The warlord valued Gruvel as a servant, but was still wary of the rat; something about this newcomer made him uneasy.
Eventually, Gruvel made his move. Whether it was entirely Gruvel's orchestration or not, it is not known. However, the rat made the most of a perfect opportunity. The "warlord" commanded his small horde to attack a group of traveling goodbeasts. Due to poor leadership, the vermin were quickly repelled and the goodbeasts fled towards the swamps. Angry, the warlord ordered the horde to pursue them.
Eventually, the goodbeasts were nowhere to be found, and many vermin were beginning to fall sick rummaging through the swamp. Some had even been swallowed up in quicksand. Gruvel quickly took command of the situation and organized the vermin in a plan that would get them out of the swamp and reduce losses. Not sure whether to be happy or worried, the warlord followed along. Eventually, the green canopy of the woods was sighted and the vermin were filled with hope. A few of them began to rush forwards, but were stopped forcefully by Gruvel who had chosen to march in front.
"Stick to the plan!" He hissed. "If ye' run around like that, ye'll get swallowed by ther quicksand!"
Then he turned to the rest of the horde and said, "We're almost done! Just stick to the plan!"
At this point, the stoat warlord realized that he was losing command of his horde. "Wait! Stop!" He called in desperation! "We're goin' the wrong way!"
Gruvel as well as the rest of the horde stopped and looked at him scornfully. One of the hordebeasts spoke up, "But the woods is right there!"
"Them woods is bad news! I know the parts! There's monsters in there!" the stoat responded.
But one of the horde scouts answered, "Sirs, I reca'nize these here trees. There ain't no monsters in ther'."
"Gruvel! I'll have yer whipped! You ain't taken my horde!" growled the stoat in desperation.
And Gruvel took the advantage and snarled back in a deep menacing tone, "Ye mean the horde that ye lead through ther swamp to die and get sick? The horde that ye has whipped fer lookin' the wrong way? This ain't yer horde and never was! You ain't no leader!"
Filled with rage, the stoat drew his sword and rushed at the rat. "I'll show yer a leader!" he yelled.
Gruvel crouched into a ready position and intently watched the berserking stoat. The former warlord had his sword drawn high over his head and didn't seem to give any care to attack intelligently.
Not bothering to draw his own weapon, Gruvel sprang forward and caught the stoat's arms before he could swing. Wrapping his arm around the stoat's, the strong rat stepped through to trip him. Ripping the sword from the stoat's grip, Gruvel drove the point deep into his foe's chest.
Gruvel then turned to the horde and lifted the bloody sword. The horde cheered and Gruvel knew that he was now effectively the leader.
Another hour of carefully plodding through the swamp and Gruvel with his new horde rested in the shade of the woods. Food was foraged and the horde was happy. The lack of oppression from the stoat and their new capable leader filled them with hope.
After some rest, Gruvel told them of an abandoned fort on the east shore. There might be some creatures using it as shelter, but they would not withstand Gruvel's new horde however small it might be.
As they marched east, they passed through some farms and homes of goodbeasts. As most of these goodbeasts had very little use for Gruvel, he simply looted all their goods and left them crying. If any resisted, they were beaten. If they drew weapons, they were killed. It did not take long for Gruvel to earn the title of "The Scourge" among the surrounding woodlanders. As birds migrated, they spread word, and before long, the surrounding country whispered new fears. Had a descendant of Cluny the Scourge come to threaten their world?
weapon: Gruvel wears the curved sword of the slain stoat. He prefers to use pole weapons however.
clothing: Gruvel wears a purple cape and brown trousers.
