Hi, due to the sucefullness of my little fables I decided to make a tread with them. Read and enjoy, here are my first 3. And I'm working on the next right now.

A paladin is walking in the dead fields of the necrorealms, he is brave and confidant, just a few kilometers back he had vanquished 30 ghosts. He sees a sword carved in the earth... a battlefield from ages ago. He walks aware, after a few steps bones rises from the ground, the paladin don't think twice and smash the skeleton with his shield, another rises behind him, he turns with the sword and cuts the skeleton in half. After half hour of battle the paladin killed around 130 skeletons, and is proud of his deed. Then, bones arise from his foot to the horizon. At distance, Sandro laughs in a throne.
"Another fool fell, what a lovely day."

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An Archangel is flying through the green fields thinking: "What evil may I smite today?"
He sees in a road 7 knights in golden armors fighting a couple of vampires. "Perfect!"
He approaches, one knight fell from his mount and one of the vampires sucks his blood. The 6 others surrounds this one and start striking.
The second vampire leaps and decapitates 2 knights in the air, the knights fall back and regroup. The wounded vampire sucks the blood from the heads of the decapitated.
The Archangel approaches further: "An easy kill"
The vampire dodges turning into a bat, he takes his normal form behind the Archangel, but 2 knights impale his body with their spear, the archangel turns and decapitates the vampire.
The archangel raises his hand over the body of the deceased knights. They come back to life. The archangel turns to the other vampire and says:
- You are outnumbered, accept your fate and let me execute your foulness in the honorable way.
The vampires replies:
- Sure, but what about these knights? Don't you see their belts?
The archangel turns to the knights, they have lots of bags in their belts, some of these covered in blood.
- Execute this creature of darkness holy one, the taxes of the denizens have nothing to do with your job.- Shouts a knight.
- What is this...blood?
- Don't you see? They are taking the taxes from the denizens of the realms, but some people are growing poor. So they hide their money.
- They have no right to hide the money, they have to pay the fee for the protection WE offer, it is not our fault if they fight for the money they are STEALING from the realm.
- Yes, the starving people want to keep their money to survive, it is the greatest of the crimes.
- Of course! They are living in our boarders, so they have to pay for the protection and lands we offer, if they want to hide from this obligation they deserve no less than death. Now do your job ho... AIEEEEE!!!
The archangel decapitated the knight in a sudden charge. His eyes glowing in anger. He flies to the next before he has the chance of draw his sword. He dies in the ground.
One of the resurrected charges and impale the archangel wings with his spear, the archangel turns to counter-attack, but the vampire drops him from the mount and start attacking him with his claws in the ground.
The 4 other knights charge to the archangel, with a swift strike to the ground he makes it tremble and erupts, 2 horses are swallowed by the earth with their riders.
The other 2 engage in melee with the archangel, with his unharmed wing he drops one to the ground, the other is pierced by his sword.
The one who fell faces the archangel and shouts:
- TREACHERY! You are going against your holy Dragon-God.
- My holy Dragon-God despises the killing of denizens. What you do is inhuman.
- Ha-ha! You will pay! You'll see! I swea...
The archangel sword pierces his heart, the archangel faces the vampire.
- Now you, accept your punishment. My judgment is holy and...
- No thanks- He turns into a bat- You cant follow me with that wing, but hey, just because I broke my oath this don't mean that what they did was untrue. I had nothing to do with them, we were just walking by the road, but we smelled the blood from the bags from some kilometers. Now let me enjoy my undeath.
- Da*mn vampire! You'll be smited by me someday. But now, I have some to think about...

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It was dark at night, the elven general enters in the tavern:
- Give me a shot, the best you have.
- Yes general.
He drinks from the wooden cup, a strong beverage, good for the day that passed.
- Long day general?- Asks someone sitting in his side.
- Oh yeah... 6 losses, and one was young, only 155 years. The raids of the dark elves against us are becoming really annoying.
- How come?
- They attacked with a hydra! Da*mn, those beasts were never supposed to leave the undergrounds...
- Yes, I suppose.
- It is sad, if that treant weren't there... my entire unit would die.
- You not?
- I could probably take my way out.
- Interesting, retreat?
- No, just... if I were losing.
- HA! And you think you can take an hydra?
- Not think, know. Hydras are tricky, but still only monsters... isn't a dragon spawn or anything.
- How would you take it?
- How I took it you mean...
- What? And the treant?
- He just gave cover for my troops, so they could shoot from a safe place.
- Interesting indeed.
- Well, I shoot 3 arrows at one of it's throats... it hissed in anger and attacked me. It already had eaten 4 of my mans in no time.
- Heh. Looks dangerous.
- I climbed it. Took my bow and shoot some more arrows in the middle head. It tried to eat me, but it's back is a hard spot. And my man continued to shoot. One head reached me and I jumped above it and made my sword goes from one side to another, one head down... then it smashed down the tree roots where my man were. 4 of them fell, 2 of those survived...
- So that's how they died huh?
- Yes, I climbed the middle head and put my sword in it's eye. I jumped back as another head tried to catch me. It bited the head I was on. But another head was down where I fell, and bite me in my torso...
He pulls his cloak up and show a big wound under his chest, it was healed, but yet quite damaged.
- The druids did a nice job on you.
- Yes, I suppose. My bow slipped from my hand, I drawed another sword. I put my sword through his throat and took it out from its dead head. Another head down. But the pain was unbearable. The treant comes to my rescue, a head tries to bite him but he smashes the head in the ground. As another head finally falls due the number of arrows in it. 4 heads down.
- Then what?
- The treant bows to take me, but the central head attacks it and take out his arm.
- Did it died?
- No, one arm is no big deal to a treant. But I jumped over the head and made a cut above it's undamaged eye. I was on the head. So the hydra, unsuccessful in trying to take me out as I continued to pierce it's nose with my sword, aimed it's head in a tree and charged at it. It was going to make a head butt in the tree! And I would be between the tree and its head. But the treant grasped it's neck before that.
- The treant was still in combat?
- Not exactly, but could still grab something with his other arm. I used the opportunity to spike it's head one last time with my sword. But it still didn't fell. It shakes it's head and put me off balance. When I fell to the ground it did a final strike trying to smash me with it's head.
- And you survived? I mean, how?
- Barely, I pointed my sword up so it smashed into my sword... and myself. The druids helped me in time, but some bones are still healing.
- That's all I wanted to hear...
The mysterious listener raises his hand above the general's head, and a dagger is filling it. He strike fast with the dagger at the general's heart. The general drops to the ground and everyone gets panicked.
As the tavern keeper and all the customers try to run away, the elven general raise from the ground.
- There is no use to disguise your skin if you get excited by my history when someone dies or a treant gets injured... DARK ELF!
- WHA...! I aimed for your heart, how?
- You mean my arm?
He drops his cloak and show his arm with the dagger trespassing it.
- Poison... you really wanted to be sure.
The dark elf draws a hand crossbow and aims at the general's head.
- I won't miss this time.
He shoots, the general dodges and jumps toward his assassin. Another shoot, the general crouches and roll forward, he draws his sword and places it in the dark elf's heart.
- I didn't miss, you can be sure. When I showed you my wound I took the chance to place my arm at my side to mimic my back and I sat a little further to my left. Too bad you're dying, I could use a messenger to send to your matriarchs that their assassins won't kill me that easy. But I had pity for you, I'm pretty sure they would do much worse to you.
- ...
- What you want to say?
The general approaches his head.
- Bastard! *Cough*...
- You couldn't resist could you? Well, someone call a druidess please, I have some venom to take out of my body.

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Those are quite good. Keep them coming.

- HELL IS FUN!!!
The drunken imp yells at the hellish tavern. Some infernal creatures around him gazes him unfriendly. His ripped wings are thrown out the tavern few seconds after.
- What would you like mister? Lava mug? Our fried fire beetles are relatively tasteful today. Or would you like to go to bed for a fee?
The succubus barmaid is trying to get attention of the hooded figure sitting in the corner. She looks closely at him:
- No!!- The hooded figure shouts, his voice is deep and makes continuing echoes. It is also vitreous.- Get away, I don't want anything. I'm waiting someone.
- Ok, ok. I'm just doing my job. But if want me after, GOOD LUCK. (as*shole)
The hooded figure watches the succubus as she leaves. "It is not her fault... control yourself" he thinks to himself. But he knows it is a lie. He can't control himself anymore. He had killed a haven lord! It was going too far, perhaps. "No! You have to know the truth... it is worth knowing."
- OH! And I didn't believed them. But hey, you ARE here.
- You... you are the duke of hell?
- No, ONE of the dukes. By the way, your wing is getting out of the cloak.
- Sorry.- He pulls his wing under.- Now, why should I trust what you are going to say next?
- Well, that's the fact. You can't trust. But hey, we are the only ones you can turn to. How your essence can't die, the lords of the necropolis will have no interest in you.
- I said to your minions I wouldn't join you.
- Yeah, sure. Of course I know that. Now, let me tell you something. You know what it is getting condemned to live in flows of fire and suffering? Along the sulfur, that smells awful.
- Don't get me with that, you like this here.
- Well, maybe. But are you sure? Wasn't that what THEY told you?
- Well. I suppo...
- Exactly. You suppose. Now, let me see. You are interesting of course. You want to know about the human nature?
- It is not that.
- I know, but let me tell you. Humans are no better than we, demons. But at least we openly show our deeds and our motives. Humans just disguise theirs.
- IT IS NOT THE SAME!!!- Everyone in the tavern looks at the hooded figure. He drops his cloak.
- ARCHANGEL! RU...
The archangel strikes the imp emotionless. Then he decapitates the demon behind and jumps at the succubus barmaid. He puts his sword trough her chest. When he looks back the tavern is empty. Except for the duke, he was applauding him.
- Very good! They ran out the tavern of course. Now, what makes you better than us? Don't you know that this succubus was generated here, in hell? She didn't had choice, and thus, she was just a barmaid.
The archangel now leaps at the duke. "He is weak, just 1.6 meters tall. In noble vests. He must be like the humans nobles, can't do a..."
The duke holds his sword in his hand. A shockwave obliterates part of the tavern. The duke take the sword out of the archangel hands and kicks him back to a barely undamaged chair.
- Now. That was rude. I was talking you know? Just because I foreseen you would attack me at that moment it doesn't makes it less rude. Now, listen carefully what I have to say.
- NO!!! It was a mistake, I should never come here. I will let my essence vanquish before...- A bowl of fried fire beetles hit his chest.
- Eat a little as I talk. We don't want less than the humans you know? What the humans want? Power? Gold? Expand their boarders? The problem is that our boarders are already at the whole hell here, we can only expand to your world can't you see? We cannot evolve with what we got. And we will need all the strength we can get...
The archangel suddenly rises from his chair and punches the duke in his cheek. His head bow backwards and there is a cracking sound.
- Now... that I didn't expect.
- WHAT! How can this be?
With his both hands he pushes the archangel back. He takes his head and places it in the usual position.
- That made you feel better?
- No, actually neither when I thought you were dead.
- Good! It means you're beginning to understand us.
- Actually, I think I'm getting tired of death.
- No matters. If you feel bad for now to fight against your former friends, the humans. Let me give that, what about help in a mission of skirmishing? Against the necropolis, you don't mind destroying undeads do you? If you choose to not join, you will have done no harm.
- No, I guess.
- Excellent! Now, one of my imps will give you some information.
- One last thing.
- Yes?
- My sword.
- Oh! Of course. How rude. I'm still holding it in my hands.- He crushes the sword with his hand.
- What are you thinking? It was my weapon.
Smoke is getting out of the duke's hand.
- Yeah, but you know? It is too offensive to use it with my troops. Take this.- He places his hand inside his vest, from it he takes out a dark sword, as big as the archangel former-sword. It is spiked and sharp; the edge of the blade is saw-fashioned. It has some dark red jewels carved in it. The hand guard is fashioned with a five pointed star.
- It looks vicious.
- Perfect isn't? Take it, my gift.
The archangel takes the sword. He looks at it for a second. Then he strikes and places it inside the duke's chest.
- How lovely. That time I foreseen you know? But you'll never be able to hurt me with that weapon. Not that you could without it but...
- Right, now where is your imp?
A imp shows up in the air.
- Here are the instru-
The archangel strikes once the imp. It's body parts fly out to the wall.
- I didn't liked this one anyway. Will you kill the next as well?
- No, just wanted to test the sword.
- What a pity. Can I summon a demon to you do so?
- No, I'm good.
- Ok, I will summon another imp now.
An imp shows up, he hides behind the duke. Due to the lack of trying from the archangel to kills him, he shows himself and says.
- Now, listen to my instructions very closely...


More comming up on monday.
EDIT: Revised gramatics.

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Im waiting for the next text on monday sandro

I'm enjoying this so much I think I'll do some to (tell me to stop if you hate them, however... its very late here so I'll think I'll turn in and do it tomorrow morning instead.
Time to round up my pointless post.
Cheers and goodnight!!

Very nice...
Im looking forwards to the next part

Very good indeed. Everything looks really fine, but the grammar...

Grammar in another language is tough. Specially when writting something like that. I do my best, but I just don't know english as well as my mother-language. Note that everyone that show up will show up again. And they will start having names.

The grammar is the only bad point that you have when you write a text. Sometimes i cant understand, but i think you are doing a great job (and the stories are cool) Continue writing sandro

Here's a stab at a fable hope you enjoy it.

Farmer George wakes up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat.
-that ****ed nightmare again...
He stands up and walks outside to the water barrel and gives himself a good soak.
-ah.... that feels better.
A cold shiver runs down his spine... but its not the water.
-brrr its colder then I thought.
He looks into the water barrel and sees a strange faint green light in the woods behind him.
-What the hell?
He turns around and looks into the woods, the strange green light is growing feinter.
-What on earth is that?
He walks off into the forest with his trusty old pitchfork by his side.
-Whatever it is... it might be the reason for my missing cattle.
As he walks through the woods he suddenly finds himself in a clearing with some grassless dirt ground.
-Looks like somebody has been working the ground in this clearing... Now where's that blasted light..
He looks around but can no longer see the green light anywhere.
A balefull moan suddenly tears through the night air like a razor.
As the peasant looks around he sees a small group of... men? women? but made of green light.. wearing dark metal armor.
The peasant swears loudly and begins to slowly walk backwards away from the appiritions into the clearing.
His right leg gets stuck behind something and he trips.
As he looks up he sees a bloated green hand sticking from the ground grabbing his ankle.
Slowly the gangerous form of a bloated dead man rises from the ground, his eyes filled with unholy green light.
The farmer screams as more dead rise from the dirt in the clearing, among wich corpses of his dead cows.
Oh **** he yells as the undead horrors slowly move in closer to him.

The sun rises and Jeff the stable boy wakes up.
-ah... I slept like a log.
He gets out of bed and puts his clothes on.
-Oy!! old man, wake up!
No awnser.
-Goerge?.. Georgy?
Jeff sighs.
-Gues I'll have to give him a sharp poke.
As he aproaches the bed he notices that its empty.

It doesnt like me too many, sorry draconic but sandro is the master doing histories (but you can do more, of course i will read it )

Canâ´t we just say it is monday now?

No justice, unfortunately we cant

Can other people come up with fables too here? Or is it only Sandro sharing his gifts with us (And ****! Those fables are good)..

Cause else I might have a go?

Fell free to post youre fabels here.

Hi. I know I promissed to post in the monday, but I think you deserve some antecipation for a little change, opposed to the delays we aways get. This one is big, but now it is a real battle. Enjoy:

The elven general Endithier analyses mentally the battlefield to come. “Someone in the council really wants me dead…” he thinks to himself. Just three days after an dark elf assassin trying to kill him, he is asked to deal with a small undead squad around the boarder.
“Small my a*ss. Let’s make a comparison: I have 163 war dancers, 74 Hunters, 14 druids, 5 unicorns and 2 treants. Not bad, I thought it was way too many to deal with a squad, but… this squad, how my scout said, has around 500 skeletons, 200-250 zombies, 80 ghosts, 30 vampires and 5 liches. Now I’m considering taking the dryads… too late. At least they have no wights, that would be dread.” His advisor comes close.
- General! They are approaching from the north. They harvested 10 square kilometers of forest there. Huh… do you still want to take part in this? We should retreat now, we can’t win that.
- I think I can win. But it will be tough… really tough.
- General, you know they didn’t choose you because of your ability, or they didn’t knew the magnitude of this “squad” or they want you dead.
- I could bet on the second one.
- Don’t be ridiculous, no one wants you dead.
- I have 78 assassins that would beg to differ.
- These are from the dark elves, nothing to do with the council.
- Yeah, sure. Like the council would really miss such a considerable big army. They should have given me more troops.
- You complained it was too much what they gave. And you refused the dryads.
- Now I see I was wrong… how long will take for them to reach us?
- 1 hour.
- OK, THESE ARE MY ORDERS. THE HUNTERS WILL BE INTO THE WOODS. ALL UNICORNS WITH THEM TO PROTECT THEM BOTH MAGICALLY AND FISICALLY. I WILL LEAD THE WAR DANCERS. I WANT THE TREANTS TO PROTECT THE FLANKS. LETS STAY AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE TO THE WOODS TO TAKE COVER. I WANT THE DRUIDS TO BE CLOSE TO THE FRONT LINE FOR IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE TO THE WOUNDED AND TO CLEARLY HEAR MY ORDERS. WE HAVE TO TAKE THESE UNDEADS BY SURPRISE, WHICH WILL BE VITAL TO OUR SUCCESS.
- So, you really want to make suicide.
- If you want you can go back to the council to report my failure, be my guest. But it will be really bad for your reputation if I come back alive.
- Nah. I will stay with you no matter what. But I only hope I can survive this.
- So, you just need to stay as far as you can from me in the battlefield.
- Only the craziest do so.
- Now, let’s wait.

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Ezaviel is leading what he never expected to lead. An inferno skirmish squad. And in the wooden lands of the Sylvan. How the duke had said, an necropolis small army was advancing in the Sylvan frontier, and the job is just to make some loses and scavenge the spoils of war. The problem is that his troops are way much excited. They can’t stand near all this green without trying to destroy it. He had 40 imps, 15 demons, 10 hellhounds and 5 succubuses. 4 imps and 2 demons died to make an example to the rest of the squad; they were burning and destroying trees. “I have nothing to do with the Sylvan, our target is the undead around here, how these monsters can’t follow that simple order? Oh! I forgot, they are chaotic bastards.”
- OH MASTER! We found something!
- Yes? What, another rabbit you found delicious?
- Oh no master, the example you did of Druv is good enough, only important news.
- What.
- We found the undead army ahead.
- Good… but?
- We also found a sylvan army.
- WHAT?!
- We came late it seems. What we do now master?
- Hmm, that’s not the expected. Lets approach and see what’s happening.- He knew, he only wanted to watch the struggle, battle was starting to fell good to him.
They advance, some few hundred meters ahead they saw it.
- For the holy God Dragon! This isn’t a struggle, this is a battlefield. That necropolis army is not small, far from it.
- What we do master?
- Let me analyze this.
“The side of the undead is in clear advantage. The Sylvan are strongly outnumbered. But the undead losses seem to be higher then the sylvan losses. But once the battle is over the undeads will have its army to be even bigger… let me see. There. That’s the undead leader, a lich. Not so powerful, looks like this is a young one. Perhaps he just changed. Someone’s favorite? Well, now where’s the elven… there. In the middle of the battlefield. Alone? This is experienced. Arrows fly endlessly from the woods. Smart, the elven general have his troops inside the woods and force the undead army to be in open grounds. Well.”
- So master? What will we do?
- Our job is to scavenge and do some losses to this undead army right?
- Well…
- If they win this battle, the army will be only stronger.
- WHAT! You want to HELP the sylvan?
- And why is that a bad idea?
- They are enemies! Not allies. We don’t even have sympathy for them. How come?
- I have sympathy for them, and the undeads are our target in this assignment. That will only make our job easier. SUCCUBUS, PREPARE TO SHOOT, AIM AT THE LICHES IN THE BACKLINE. IMPS, GO TO THE SKELETONS, DON’T ATTACK DIRECTLY, ONLY ANNOY THEM OR SOMETHING, MAKE IT EASIER FOR THE WAR DANCERS. THE DEMONS AND HELLHOUNDS GO WITH ME. AND DON'T RESPOND FIRE TO THE SYLVAN.

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Endithier is having a tough time dealing with the skeletons. To every one he drops 10 more comes to him, but that’s the expected. He rolls backward and slashes with both his swords. 5 skeletons drops. He rises, and see something in the skies.
- ****IT! Now the Inferno is coming to aid the undeads.
He crunches and strikes one more skeleton. He turns and decapitates a zombie behind him. A sword pierces his chest; he turns again and with the war dancing he makes 13 skeletons to drop. The spinning is like a windstorm. An imp approaches.
â€" I will take that one. What?
The imp holds the skeleton sword when it was going to strike him. With a clean slash, he cuts the skeleton in half.
â€" What’s going on here?
He falls back to his army frontline. He finds his advisor among them; a druid is healing a deep wound in his lung.
- Hey Eleovar. Did you notice something strange about the imps?
- Well, besides the lack of them in trying to *cof* kill us? We spotted *cof* some succubus at distance, they are *cof cof* shooting at the liches.
- That’s strange news. Wait. WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?! You see there?
- An archangel…*cof*
- HE! He is the one leading them. What is that? Infernal rebels?
- Look his *cof* sword.
- Yes, he IS from the inferno. How come?
- Ahem. Well, my lung is good now.
- Druids, make a thorn barrier at the left flank. Some vampires are heading toward our hunters. UNICORNS! CHARGE AT THE VAMPIRES!
5 unicorns jump out of the woods. Just behind them thorn walls grows and cover the way back. Each unicorn accurately impales a vampire in the heart. The 17 vampires left surrounds one unicorn and attacks it. It falls, and from it’s essence an old vampire raises back.
- TREANT! GO HELP THE UNICORNS! Ok Eleovar. I’ll help there, watch the archangel.
- Let me.
Endithier jumps and run. He is incredible fast; each step is almost a leap. Three vampires are smashed under the treant’s root-feet. Five vampires leaps on the treant and start to suck it essence. Endithier jumps at the treant and impale with both his swords one vampire.
- If we destroy all the vampires here that will give us an edge in this battle. Help me out will ya?
- Yeeeeeeeeeeees!!!- The treant grabs one of the vampires in him and throws him at another; the impact destroys one of them.

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- This elven general is really an expert! He understood very fast our objectives. And fell back to the lines where his help were more needed.
- ROARRR! WHAT MATTER? WE KILL UNDEADS!
- Right. You demons, go make some work about the ghosts. Flank them with the war dancers. At least the hunters aren’t shooting at our direction. The hellhounds come with me.
- GRRRRR.
Ezaviel leaps and start flying, the hellhounds keeps his at his speed. He dives above one lich. He destroys him with his sword, a direct chop. The succubus did a good job, 2 other liches are down as well already, along with a few dozens of skeletons and zombies.
- I think I can start to like these favorites; this can strike through an army really easy.
He goes to the lich hero.
- What is your name as I thou smite you?
- How cute. I’m Deleafor, and you will not smite me.
- You bet?
Ezaviel leaps at the lich; ten ghosts surrounded him and grappled him. He open violently his wings and turns with a sword slash. All ghosts vanish.
- Ha-ha! No matters.
- Now you!
- Not quite.
He leaps again at the lich. But the lich circles his scepter around him and starts to vanish, blending in the air. Ezaviel strikes, but only hit the air.
- Da*mnit!
He hears a dying moan behind. He turns and strikes the ground with his sword in a move he is familiarized… but he never did this with THAT sword. The earth crumbles and a crack in the ground follows forward and fire comes from it. A great stack of zombies and ghosts are destroyed. With his deep, echoening and vitreous voice, he sighs deeply and says:
- This battle is almost over.

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Endithier decapitates the last vampires; he looks back at the thorn wall, then up at his hunters. The deadly clouds didn’t make many losses; the trees gave them a good cover. He looks back; there are just a few more skeletons, zombies and ghosts. He sighs and says:
- This battle is over. DRUIDS! END THE WORK WITH THOSE DREADED TROOPS. THE REST, REGROUP AT ME FOR THE COUNTING.
The troops start to approach, his advisor, Eleovar, comes to him.
- See? You didn’t died.
- Barely though.
Endithier looks back, the archangel is there. He replies to Eleovar:
- Make the counting yourself, I have to talk to him.
- Right general.
He approaches the archangel:
- What’s your grace?
- The word they use to call me is Ezaviel.
- Ok, I’m Endithier. Now. What is that? Why did you help?
- We didn’t help you; our assignment was just to jeopardize the advancing of this “small” undead army. We took advantage of the fact you were fighting them.
- So, what you have with you is a skirmish squad.
- Leave us be now, our secondary mission is to scavenge for resources in their path.
- You know this is Sylvan territory? Do you?
- Not matter, our mission had to do with the undeads and with resource gathering, nothing with your armies or your forests. The fact they were around here is just a detail.
- So go. And then leave us be. But first, may I ask you something?
- What may it be?
- How come an archangel is siding with the inferno.
- I seek the truth.
- You know you won’t get them from the inferno do you?
- Yes, I know. But I will have more lies to compare with the lies I’ve been told before.
- Looks fair, I guess. As long as you don’t mess with us, I don’t have reason to destroy you.
- It doesn’t matter what you want.
- Whatever. Oh! And… thanks for the help.
- We didn’t help.
- No matters.
Ezaviel stare Endithier for a moment, and then he turns back and joins his troops.
Endithier goes to his advisor and asks:
- So, how did we do?
- Not bad, considering the fact that a unavoidable defeat was the most probable end. The counting got to 59 war dancers, 47 hunters, 10 druids, 2 unicorns and one treant. The rest is missing or dead.
- Ok, may their reincarnation be a joy. Now. Let’s come back to the council and see their surprise faces. And, Eleovar, thanks for not leaving me.
- Cowardice is not taken lightly by the council.
- Nonetheless. Thanks. NOW, LET’S NOT SAY A WORD ABOUT THIS INFERNAL HELP, DO YOU COPY? DO SOME GOOD TO YOUR EGOS AND SAY WE WON WITHOUT HELP.
- You’re gona let them go?
- THEY AREN’T HERE TO DO ANY HARM TO THE WOODS, SO WE HAVE NO REASON TO DEAL WITH THEM. NO MATTERS WHAT THE COUNCIL THINKS. NOW… LET’S CELEBRATE OUR VICTORY FOR US AND THE ONES WHO PASSED!
- YEAH!!!

PS: If you have fables to share, fell free
PS2: Don't mind the names starting with "e". I didn't noted that. Just names.

It looks like we could play it is monday

Great job Sandro you truly are the Master

Sandro,you should be a dungeon master!

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The young squires eyes flicked from site to site in the darkness. He had long since given up shouting. He was inevitably lost, he could hope that the hunting party would search for him. But this was dangerous times and the noble lords probably wouldn't endanger themselves on his behalf.

What little sun had fallen beneath the giant roof of leaves now faded away. Night had fallen. The squire searched through his backpack finding and lighting a torch, to illuminate the silent halls of the great wood.

He stepped slowly through the dark, something wasn't right here, there was all too quiet. Even though it was night and most birds and animals slept, their ought to be more noise than this. He could only hear his own breathing. Something moved behind him in the dark, the squire turned fast as lightning and drew his sword. His heart beating rapidly. He relaxed again, it was only a fox.

He proceeded, he didn't know where he was headed too, but he hoped to find some civilization, food or even just a suitable place to wait for the dawn to occur. The Squire stopped for a second. The silence was striking. As he took one more step, it was as the darkness itself was alive. This darkness was unnatural, not caused by an absence of light, but a substance in it self. He would have screamed, but the air was so heavy that he could hardly breathe. The growing darkness had put out the torch.

Summoning all his courage the squire shouted in the darkness "Who are you!"
A hard foul smelling breeze was thrown against his face. Along with bestial sounds, almost like laughter. The squire leaped aside just as a large fang came rushing through the air.

An inhuman voice spoke.
"Vermin these humans are, you will not endure, give up your miserable life"
The darkness grew impenetrable. And the force of this darkness pressed the squire tro his knees. He was saying his last prayer to Elrath, feeling the heavy breath drawing nearer...

Suddenly a horn blew echoing throughout the wood. An amidst the darkness lit a golden glow. Revealing the forest, and the beast infront of him. The huge black dragon quickly turned away its focus from him onto the elven druid.

"Vanish from the surface, to the shadow where you belong monster."
"Come embrace the true power along with your brothers and sisters below"
"May the fertile soil give me power" shouted the druid, and released a blastwave of golden life.

The dragon roared. Its large tail rushing towards the druid. But with his elven agility he jumped aside. He rose to his feet again, blowing the large horn yet another time.
Shouts emerged from the trees, and from the shadows stepped a large ammount of elves. Releasing a volley of arrows against the dragon.

The dragon flapped its large wings rising on two feet. Breathing fire all over the place.
The elves shouted, the druid murmered an incarnation to shield those nearest to him. Those not in immediate vicinity of the druid fled to all side.. But to no good. Nearly half the elves were turned to ash, and many trees were set a blaze.
The druids shield broke, he stood stunned at the sight of his many fallen brothers. Tears running down his face.
"Go get our main force, this is more than we can handle" he shouted to the remaining elves, and in a glimpse of an eye they were gone in the shadows!..
"You will pay for the blood you shed this day" The druid said. His tiny figure looming below the giant dragon.
From the ground roots emerged and pulled the dragon down on all four again.
"You cannot harm me, mortal" the dragon roared!. He kept swining his last claws at the druid, but with supernatural grace the druid avoided each blow standing alone..
Finally the druid were hit, and thrown towards a tree. Brought to his knees.. The dragon grinned.
The young squire had watched it all from the bushes. Now he once again summoned all his courage, and from the underbrush that was not yet burning, he left forth.. "In the name of Elrath, I smite you!" as the dragon prepared to devour the druid, he left forth leaving a large wound across it's chest. The dragon roared in pain and anger, but the squire was quick, and struck again. The sword stuck in the mouth of the beast, and black boiling blood emerged from it's throat. The beast tried to breathe fire, but a gurgling eerie sound was all that came. The great beast fell dead to the ground. As the squire slowly rose to his feet - and turned to tend to the druid.
"Hero amongst men, let all of my kin honor you, you do your young race pride!"
The druid raised his hand to bless him, but breathed his last from his many wounds.
Tired to death the squire, sank to his knees. But suddenly beautiful unicorns emerged from the bushes, and large companys of elves and treants also.

"What is this? A human within our borders"
The elven general looked around. The huge corpse of the dragon laying on the ground.
"Is this your doing, human?"
"Sir, we left the druid fighting the dragon alone"
The elven scouts looked suspiciously at the human.. All the squire did, were show his schorched hands, still dripping with the dragons blood.
The elves gasped in amazement.
"I could not save your druid, he fought well" The squire nodded towards the dead elf.

A battlehardened elf stepped forth "This humnans life is forfeit, he has entered the forbidden land"
"To slay a dragon is a feat is great indeed" the elven general spoke to the squire "For that your life will be spared"
The squire bowed before him. He could barely stand on his feet.
"Could you escort me over your border?"
The elven general ignored him.
"Take the prisoner away" he shouted.
"But.. I thought you said i was spared?"
"Your life is, but we cannot allow you to return, you must stay here, we elves will hold you in honor"
"No"
"You have no choice, you can either stay or have an arrow between your shoulders"
"Will you imprison me?"
"No, we have a better use for a hero such as you"
"What might that be?"
The general nodded towards the dragons great cave
"It's time to show our wayward brothers a lesson"
The squires eyes grew desperatly empty and homesick. He looked at the elven general - the general drew his sword and handed it to the young squire. They stared each other in the eyes for a second. Then the squire took the sword. And looked at it.
"Fine" he said "when do we break camp tomorrow?"
"At dawn, I'll have my servant waking you, and dressing you up like a citizen of the woods"
The young squire nodded,
"a citizen of the woods" he slowly repeated.

I sugest that you guys should write a novel or something..