posted on Nov, 23 2016 @ 12:44 PM
Out in the woodlands of accasia...
The Ogres began Their charge at The Tall newcomers to this realm, the Sarn. The Sarn stood ready and were in positions of worth, for this conflict!
An Ogre was beaten down immediatly by a younger male Sarn. Standing only ten feet tall, not the full fifteen of the Adults, He still easily bashed in
the head of his opponent in only a few seconds! He Then turned to face another Ogre, dispatching it the same way!
Out in the woods were more fights going on! There were Sarn, falling too, but most were able to get up again, to finish off Their Ogre opponents!
Blood did fly all about the scene. It was, in some places very gruesome sights!
Time after Time, more fell from each side of the battle. This would not end well for either group today...
Soon the war ended. Some Ogres, beaten nearly to death wandered away from the scene. They had obviously learned a lesson to be remembered! Leaving
Their fallen behind to become meals for Dragons, Wolves, and other carnivores, they left the area. Tales would be spun all around Their campfires for
years to come of some victory fights, and for sure some tales of fallen comrades.
The Sarn, most of them still in good shape, gathered at the scene of battle. Picking up Their fallen Brethren, to carry them to Funeral Pires to be
built, and burned as is Their custom...
Sensing something Negative, Some of The Female Sarn, who were a bit more psychic, grouped together and began a discussion of just what could be wrong.
They felt it in the air. In their beings there was a disturbing feeling that could not be shaken...
"Even though We have defeated our foe here today, now I feel a Dark presence. It was not here when We first arrived. Perhaps it is the Dark Elemental
Force, that was within Our World back home? The reason We left at Razors request?" A Tall elder Sarn Female spoke to the others near Her with