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Ozriel - Crusader in the Order of King Michael
G'day matey peeps, get yerselves seeted round tha barbie while the damper cooks and the billy boils cos I got a torrid tale of woe,vengence and honour.
Safest place for anything to hide on tha plains to tha north is in Dagwood. Fullov sheep. Me Da's sheep, mostly, an otha stuff. Kinda where a sprog leik me grew up. Wiv me Da and Ma and Bruv. What happy days, mostly, when not hiding from tha mists in our smelly cave by tha waterfall.
Da ( Ozriel ) married a shee-la called Urin Dorz ( a round ear ta some, shee-la to others but ultimately Ma to me ). Unlikely peeps in an unlikely place. At the "Dag" end of Orin Rakatha convenience can sometimes bloom. 2 elthy boyz later and the mists could do their worst but nuffin was gonna stop uz smellin of sheep sheyt.
Anyhoo az tha storee goze me Da got imself a bit ov bovva when a small fire in Dagwood caught a few of me Da's sheep. Wahoooo how they burnt. Big balls of fluffy flame. You coulda smelt it fur miles around, so it would seem did a particualarly BIG and ungry Troll. Outta tha mountains he came, down into our little wood.......... anger !!!!!!!!
Me Bruv an Me were gettin water from tha Fall for tha Fire.....when we got back tha sheep were toast and me Da woz spread all over tha shop...........tears !!!!!!!
In tha distance eadin into tha mountains woz bits of me Da, toasty sheep and big not-so-ungry Troll...............revenge !!!!!!!!
As bad as the mists, change to us all woz brought that day. I tried to keep us goin bein tha youngest, I had the most duties. Bruv thought it woz not enuff. He went on long treks into tha mountains, lookin for revenge on tha Troll. I know now his soul was darkened by our loss, for me just ........sorrow !!!!!!
Realizing our lack of defence Bruv decided to seek help. Upon his treks he met a race known az Khalid. They seemed to leik im. They give im sum baggage and taught im ta kill. He did well. Many died by Bruvs hands, mainly Kern scumbags, so Bruv said anyhoo. All tha yearz neither of us forgot Da......Ma had got old and sick real quick, wasn't right.
Ma passed away, just me by her side. Bruv found out a week later and guilt quickly fuelled his need fur revenge. Wiv his new armour, it was time. Rage drove him to burn more of the wood. MY sheep included. It would be only a matter of time before the Troll would come. I begged him to stop but tha dark clouds had gathered, I was struck, his strength throwing me to the ground. Knowing that tha fire would spread, twas to the Fall for water once more I sped........... history repeats itself.
By tha dancing flames I could see Bruv and tha Troll lock. Such Rage, Bruv was more scary than tha towering beast. Tha battle raged fur an hour. I woz elpless, my efforts futile, all those years of duty to Ma, now gone, despair woz close............tha Troll stuck az Bruv lashed out wiv iz empowered sword, sparks from tha fire faded az 2 powers clashed.
Mortality fur us all can be measured by death. Mates me Bruv struck a wicked blow which cleaved the Trolls arm clean off. It woz a tellin blow, at least for those not possed wiv tha strength of 3 men. Almost instantly tha reposte was a thundering sweep of an evil lookin club. Contact ..... woz....made...... Bruvs blade lay broken, Bruv lay broken.... tha Troll woz victorious but at a great cost for it was without an arm......looking somewhat confuuzed. Tha arm woz just laying there in tha fire twitchin. Dunno wot tha Troll woz waitin fur but I knew tha moment woz mine..........eez gonna get a right bashin fur me Da, fur me Ma, fur me Bruv. Armed wiv me "pig slapper" I woz gonna ave im.
Howling like a shee-la, tears streamin I ran straight into a tree. The beast takes flight.
Oz has a trip !
My fathers name I take in honour
Duty to my tower az taught by Ma
I wear my Bruvvaz armour wiv pride
and carry mortality by my side
Revenge will empty my life, yet make it whole.
Sheer roodness, daylight slammed into ma eyebollocks. An unfamaliar face showing concern at the sad and sorry sight in front him. A farmers boy whooze lost his family, with healing and time Kronos bringz strength, honour and a home to a lad called Bruce !!!!
Ozriel iz ma fathers name. I take it in honour of his memory. I am a round ear and my real name is Bruce, but mates call me Oz.
My Bruv, his sword broken but in its place a troll bone that requires the flesh to be burnt on a regular basis to keep its weapon like form. For the memory of all that I hold sacred the sword is only ever drawn when an enemy is to die in the name of my family, this is not taken lightly.
Evil will be purged where I find it and eventually revenge will be mine !
Life for me begins again. I have a new home. Got me some new mates, proud to call Bruv, namely Kal, Khortaz. They smellz abit, worse than tha sheep but me new Mother makes sure we all have a wash at least once month in the fish pond.
Ultimatley the time for beer iz now ............... and everyone belongs .
TTFN,
Ozriel
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