Battle Between Villages

It was a mixture of Frewl and Bhuk. They might be Bahurians."

Strongbad stood at his cell door slowly trying each key in the lock. He kept talking without taking his eyes from what he was doing.

"Is Arlock still alive Flaun?"

"Indeed he is." said Flaun. "I think he is over behind Bodge Hill trying to get men together to storm the village from the East."

Strongbad got the right key, smiled as the lock clicked and the door swung opened.

"Stay here and wait for me to come back, if indeed I actually do. I'm going over to Bodge Hill to help Arlock. He is the only hero left and he has had plenty of battle experience. If you can, sneak over to the Lionhead Guardhouse, locate Jarvis Gustoni, the head guardsmen of the Palace. Let him know not to send troops to the East. Last thing we want is for our plans to be ruined by our own people."

Flaun nodded and ran to the back room of the lockup, searching for a quick escape and good place to hide should Bhuk rebels come into the lockup. Strongbad went outside into the chaos and quickly evaluated the situation. He swiftly kept to the shadows of the lockup and ran into the town blacksmith, Orald.

"Strongbad, your out! Praise the gods! Flaun did help you, he's a brave lad. Quickly, follow me, Arlock sent me to help Flaun. He thought the boy may have ran into some trouble along the way and had been captured. Arlock sent me to get you out from the lockup. He is over at the Ridge. Bodge Hill was to exposing. We have made some plans."

Orald didn't wait for wheather Strongbad was saying if he was coming or not. He pivoted and started running towards a tall grassy hill. Strongbad followed, finally glad to be out and able to stretch his legs after being kept in his cell for so long. They both ran as fast as possible behind the hill and approached The Ridge, a small grassy area secluded by the cover of Bodge Hill and the thick forest behind them. They were greeted with the grim faces of friends. There was Arlock, his three sons Glen, Golt and Ghelt. As well as the noble Prince Farver. Arlock quickly explained what they were going to do.

"Okay men. Now that we have Strongbad with us we have two hero's between us. That is seven all up and thats all it should take. We will storm the village from the east. Wizard Dorm is going to cast an invisibility spell as we come from the East but it only lasts for twenty minutes. He is hiding in an old oak tree to the left of us. We need to take control of our village before It's to late. We will not lose what our ancestors made with their bare hands from the ground up to these barbarians."

Strongbad then spoke.

"I'm no hero Arlock. You know I'm nothing of the sort. I always get into trouble with the guards and I don't help much. I'm more of a burden than any sort of assistance."

"You will be a hero if we win this battle Strongbad. You will also be moved into the palace and you can say to the guards whatever you please. You will rule them as the head guardsmen."

Strongbad smiled and nodded, took a sword from Golt and held it up in front of him, examining the blade.

"Nice Blade," he commented.