Battle Between Villages

The Bhuk rebel outfit, which used to be known as Europia was once hit hard by another Eastern city known as Delkhi.This attack was an attempt to gain more land for the Dhelki people to live and to farm on. Few people survived this malicious attack, these people staying together and forming the Bhuk rebel outfit. The name Europia was thrown, people not wanting to remember that terrible day where everyone lost many members of their family to the hands of the Dhelkians.

Even though the Dhelki's did manage to claim the Europian land as theirs, the Europians, which were also later known as the Bahurians, did not give up. Making swift attacks on important Dhelki people in the dead of the night and stealing things under the cover of darkness to support the Bhuk cause. The Bhuk cause was a simple and easy one to understand... To re-claim their rightful land.

After many more years of surprise attacks and meagre theft on the Dhelki people, the Bhuk rebel outfit felt it in their bones that it was time for change. It was time to end all of their suffering. Without land to live on or a village to support them, they must do what their rivals did... They must take over a village...

Strongbad sat there in the corner of his cell shivering. He had been curled up in a ball for the last three hours, trying to block out the feirce coldness of his cell and to block out the sounds of bloodcurdling screams outside. He was thier last hope and he knew it. Yet, here he was. Locked up in this cell, not being able to do a thing. Strongbad was thrown into a cell in the town lockup because he attacked a Palace Guard. The whole situation was over the Guard charging him with some petty offence. He didn't believe that the city guards were tough enough or fair enough. He labelled them weak and under skilled, as now Strongbad's theories became fact.

The clang of swords could be heard just outside his cell window and Strongbad started yelling for someone to let him out. He kept yelling and yelling and didn't stop. He closed his eyes and screamed as hard as he could. He roared until his throat started hurting, yet he still screamed. He finally stopped, his throat burning. He then began to cough up blood.

Flaun burst into the town lockup with a set of keys. He was red in the face, and fumbling with the keys nervously.

"I can't remember which one it is Strongbad. They are right outside this building, they heard screaming coming from here. I must get you out of here as fast as possible. We need you! Our town hero, Johnad, has been slain and they are searching for Queen Mordea. They are burning everything to the ground."

Flaun spoke hurriedly and nervously glancing over his shoulder every three seconds. He was obviously scared out of his wits. Strongbad just stood there. Waiting. He calmly walked to the cell door and motioned for Flaun to give him the keys. Flaun obliged, nodded and slid the keys under the cell door.

"Who has done this Flaun? Who are we fighting?" Inquired Strongbad.

"I don't know. All I know is that they are strong, they are powerful and they are fearless. I think they are under the control of a sorcerer. We havn't killed many of them. I think they are rebels from the south of Bhuk. They spoke a tongue of the Bhuk language but it wasn't entirely Bhuk.