Adventures of Bullbreaker

[Perroy]

Adventures of Bullbreaker, by M. Playfere
As scribed by R. Fryth
 
CHAPTER I
 
Trouble in the Forest
 
Their swords clashed, steel met steel in a deadly embrace. Cameron Falltower, the Bullbreaker pirouetted away from his opponent, his handsome features plastered with sweat. His opponent, a thickly set man of Chultan descent flashed his yellowing teeth at Cameron in a malicious grin. "Bullbreaker, you will fall this day. You will not live to see your impending election!"
 
The Chultan took a half step forward and lashed out at him with his blade -a wickedly curved sabre that glinted oddly even in the dim light that filtered through the thick canopy. The blade that Falltower could smell the poison on from the moment they'd closed to trade blows- only for the strike to fall short of touching his well-formed cheekbone; a feint with the intention of making him flinch, to humiliate him in the eyes of the dirty gathering of brigands. The Bullbreaker, however, stood fast, the confident smile on his well-proportioned face causing the Chultan to snarl as he prepared for anther attack. The mass of bandits had closed in, menacingly forming a tight circle around the two combatants.
 
The gathering began to chant as the Chultan lunged forth and was promptly repelled by an artful parry on Cameron's part. "Cease this affront, cur" Falltower called to his staggering opponent, a bead of sweat trickling from his prominent chin and landing on the forest floor, "Your benefactors will not sway my resolve to stand for Mayor, regardless of the dirty coin they cast at you!" The Chultan's eyes widened with rage to the point where they seemed as they would burst out of his head as he charged the Bullbreaker again, hurling a curse as he did so.
 
Falltower evaded the strike with little effort, his muscular form twisting gracefully to the side as he delivered a sweeping kick to the chief brigand's legs, bringing him crashing to the undergrowth. He turned himself onto his back in an attempt to climb to his feet but was stopped by the blade of Falltower's longsword being touched to his throat. The Chultan glanced up at the gathering, "What are you doing?!" he stammered to his men, flecks of spittle gathering at the edges of his mouth, "At him!" A handful of the men started forward but were halted by a glare from the Bullbreaker. "Your men have sense" Cameron stated, his resolute features framed by the light cast from the setting sun down through the canopy, "More sense than you, those who paid you and those who would see fair Mistlocke torn asunder."
 
He looked up and stared at several of the men in turn, not one had the courage to meet his gaze. "As for the rest of you, begone. Begone and do not taint this forest or this impending election again with your presence." He pushed one of the bystanders aside and strode away from the clearing, sliding his sword back into its sheathe and stalking off into the coming night...
 
 
 
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editors note: vote bullbreaker
 
- ron fryth

[Mr Howardson]

Adventures of Bullbreaker

CHAPTER II

Creatures of the Desert

Heavy armor bore down upon the mighty chest of Cameron Falltower, the legendary Bullbreaker of Mistlocke. Around him swords clashed against vine covered bones and H'balan beasts howled their queer summons of battle. His sweat coated beard trembled as he clenched his teeth in a mighty growl, his powerful glaive crashing through another skeleton wearing the surcoat of the Aberdenn Family, the dead from the War of Succession coming to life at the powerful hand of H'bala. The chattering teeth of the suffering dead burned with unholy powers as Flesh Gardeners grafted more unholy plants to the dead...

"Stand strong, Locked In Cold Mist, We Endure!" He bellowed, a rallying cry rose from various adventurers and Men in Aberdenn Colors, the Convocation of the Red Star casting their magic, their strange immunity to the wild magic surges of withered lands granting them their peculiar talents in this fight against the undead. Cameron spat to the side, remembering that their gnome in the ranks wore the same colors and style of the Conclave, but turned his keen and cunning mind to more important matters as his prominent chin rested against the Mountains to the withered west. Watching the men around him score victory after victory against the desperate flesh gardeners and the host of Plant-Skeletons.

Soon the earth began to tremble as mountains shook with the coming of a mighty beast, the unholy wails of the AGONY OF THE HUNT were soon heard, "END ME KILL ME HURT ME WHY CAN'T YOU KILL ME PLEASE KILL ME!!!" As it cried for its own lamenting doom. The creature descended far to the west, but Falltower's chin bristled with the coming of the hunt. His Halberd crashed down upon the last of the skeletons, and rallied his men, the hunt in withered lands complete, and his host unready for the fight to break the Agony, much like he broke Nogo, he announced a retreat into the Shroud, where his people lay, protected and isolated.

He glances over his men, the young Molly Smogson wearing the Bright Sylvan Flower in her hair, her dirty face smiling at him as he spoke in handsome and rich tones, "We won a victory, but not a war. The Agony is in the desert, and it is soon time to hunt the hunted. Let us not suffer the Witch entering the East, let us keep her hands from the desert and our home." With the words, he entered the veil of the woods, followed by the dozen odd adventurers and Bannersmen, nodding at the wisdom of this.


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Vote falltower.

Arnold