Mission Briefing:

Mission:
I decided to train a fox. After all, a fox would know a fox, right? That's what I thought.

From a palace balcony I could see the horde training. They were marching outside the walls, on the hills. Just out of range of my longbow.

So I traversed down to some of the taverns. One loyal bartender, with a knife at his throat, agreed to give me a dead bird that was to be for dinner and let me spy on top of his tavern. After climbing up there, I unslung my arrows and hefted my companion up too.

"There sure be a lotta foxers in dat horde. I don' see how you kin get 'em all."

"Easy," I replied. "I broughta dead bird, an' we sittin' ona woden shack. While I shoot da foxers, you make new arrers!"

He grunted and took out his knife. I handed him the bird and he started whittling on the building. Slowly I fitted an arrow to my longbow. I fired, and a fox fell. Hardly a beast noticed. Again I fired, again killing a fox. This time a few beasts next to him saw, and kicked his dead body. I could read their lips:

"Relth, you dead?" "Wakey wakey!" "I fink he's gone."

I continued to carry out my task, purging Sampetra of the traitorous foxes. After five were killed by my arrow, the horde stopped marching, and a humongous brawl ensued. I watch with glee.

Suddenly I noticed my companion had stopped whittling. I turned around. "Wot're you--" He came at me with the knife. I leaned backward, then jumped off the top of the tavern. The fox was still up there, scowling and bearing his teeth.

I had two arrows left. I fitted one to my bow, just as the fox took out a whistle and blowed. The horde about-faced and looked at him. He was the leader! Quickly I fired, but he dodged and the arrow missed. Then he yelled at the horde.

"GET DAT BLINKIN' SQUIRREL!!" The horde charged with their weapons raised and their mouths calling battle cries.

With my last arrow on the string, I aimed and fired at the rallying fox. My bolt caught him right through the gut. He died instantly, and rolled off the tavern roof.

I climbed up the tavern wall, onto the roof, and leapt from bar to bar. A few vermin followed me up the tavern and across the gaps, but most streamed through the allies.

I had no arrows, so I unstring my bow and made it a lance. With my makeshift weapon in my hand, I lead the maddened horde right up to Ublaz's palace walls, where they stopped. With my squirrel skills I scaled the wall, and made my way to Ublaz's chamber. With the 'charisma' that marten has, I knew he could talk some sense to that group of idiots.