Ye Chronicles of Magwood : chapter XII

[Woods]

And so it came to pass that in the fifth year of the reign of Nathbuck the Great a purge was decreed to rid the Magwood of the dark forces that had smitten its aging warriors.

Nathbuck did summon Troke de Spreyer, the colossus who dwelleth at Mydhalfore from whence he would assail the heathen pickets. And Troke did beseech Nathbuck, "Spare me O' warrior king and I will redeem myself and I ask no more gold than I have taken from thee these many years past".

And Nathbuck did say unto Troke, "Nay, ye hath long imbibed the Poison of Yipps and ye must be cast out to find fortune among the beggar tribes of the west." And Troke did tremble to hear these words and feared the wrath of his odious father, but he knew that Nathbuck words were wise and good. So he went.

Nathbuck did then look upon Silas the Cold, the enchanted albino monk who once guarded the arc of two-score-and-ten but now he did weakly yield to the enemy. And Nathbuck did say unto Silas, "Go unto the Land of the Lion and live there among those beasts, but beware the evil Beams that may burn you - one from the heavens above, and the other amidst your feline brethren."

And then came forth Tattskyn le Drake, known unto the Scribes of Afel as the Possessor of Stats, who oft did speak in strange parables that none could behold but those of the banished Pact of Rodentia.

Tattskyn did sayeth unto Nathbuck, "Sire, I too must go for I have buggered my leg, my Lord." And Nathbuck knew he spake truly for Tattskyn had in times past shunned the Cult of the Inunder and had wandered alone in quest of his lost muse. And seeing his suffering the Gods of Afel had conjured his Epiphany and vanquish again did he the heathen enemy as he did when he was young. But lo, a foul evil did befall him and he was brought asunder on the green fields of Syndonium, and the Magwood did weep for the plight of their beloved Tattskyn.

And Nathbuck did say, "O' Painted One, go with the blessings of the Magwood and live as a lame hermit in your Tavern of Mystery that once put to the torch doth rise again like a phoenix to giveth you succour." And Tattskyn did bow before the mighty Nathbuck and say, "It is what it is." And he went.

But cry and wail did the Tribe of Magwood in fear they be condemned to lie low on the Scaffold of Virtue by which all the tribes of Afel are adjudged. And Nathbuck did say unto them, "Fear not my people and listen not unto the prophecies of darkness preached by the evil troll the Shrub of Karing nor to the strange crying of the Lad of Daff, for I am the warrior king of the Magwood and the Promised One." And the Magwood became still and kneel did they before Nathbuck for they knew he spake truly.

And the warriors of the Magwood then came forth: "We who remain will bringeth victory", sayeth Ferric de Juxt-Arce, the grinning jester who ventured far and confound the heathen with his trickery. "And I will defend thy sainted square", sayeth Scrot de 'Or, the bearded troll who hunted the heathens with savage stealth lest they defile the pickets of the Magwood. "And I will capture the blessed Porcine Hide", said Syssie the Blonde, the changeling who beguiled both comrades and enemies alike with his twixt image, as sometimes a weak maiden else a valiant stallion, but no sage could foretell which would arrive on the field of battle. "We too will fight for the Magwood", said Cryspin de Oxdagger and Dorjen de Comely, the young and charming Princes of Censquar.

But the people of Magwood were not yet consoled, and Sir Edward the fat squire of Collbord did say unto them. "Fear not for I have cast a healing potion upon Jacobi de Leapalot, the impish winged sprite who hath fornicated so fearlessly he doth broke his spine. I have tamed his lusty demons and he cometh now only to join his comrades." But still the faithful Magwood did weep.

Then behold! A blinding light did shine upon the Magwood and when it did pass there was before them a miracle. The Gods of Afel had delivered unto them the sons of Petro of Macedon and Gavyn de Flagg. And sing and rejoice did the Magwood and joyously did they make ready for war.

And here endeth chapter XII of ye Chronicles of the Magwood in the Third Book of Afel written in year XVI of the new millennium.

[larrylj]

Cleverly done-Good work

[stui magpie]

LOL.

Next chapter please.

[Mossi]

[npalm]

[think better]

oh by the gods of the oval ball make it so

[RudeBoy]

Wonderful stuff.

[neil]

More please

[Wearmouth]

Absolutely brilliant. It's taken something of this quality to to get me to post here after just reading for the past 10 years.

I dips my hat Woods de Wagglestick.

[Member 7167]

We give praise to the Magwood wordsmith who doth bring forth to Member and rib of Member faith that the Nathbuck will rise and rule and will take forth a cup that will fill the spirit of the Magwood. Sir Edwood will drink from the cup and the great unwashed will be be filled and will display the feathers of black and white for all to see.

[HAL]

By "we" do you mean you and me?

[Cam]

Nicely woven

[duggieboy]

Enjoyed that a lot!

[CarringbushCigar]

[think positive]

Stands and applauds, magnifico!