Mission:
On the Blackreef

It was getting late. The wolf had heard the news of a new island off to the South. He had thought nothing of it at first. Letting it slip his mind, he was enjoying the splendor that came with a Lieutenant's position. He had been drinking fine wine, counting some coins earned from his last mission when he heard the news. The Beasts had launched a small scale attack on Sampetra! It shocked him so that he dropped the crystal goblet, letting it shatter to little pieces on the floor. He had to do something now. But what? He couldn't attack the island could he? Could he???

It had been a late night so he started in the morning. The wolf had to assemble a full scale attack, or something like it, to settle that stupid tribe. He went all out to find a group. He sent word to Ublaz to get him 45 of his best assassins. In mid day, they arrived accompied by a rat named Valdez, Syther's personal servant. He decided to lead the soldiers to a boat called, Ratscurtel. It was a 50 passanger boat, so they all fit nicely. The galley slaves below were started, and the boat was off twards the island.

For days they traveled, trying to keep out of sight of the island. A lone ship would be easy to spot, even for savages. The south side of the island was a vast greenery, with many wild and exotic trees and plants. Hours upon hours, days upon days after they had left, they finally arrived at the small southern side. When they docked the ship, swift commands were given, and a make-shift camp was set up. That night, there were no fires, only dim lamps. The night was spent planning in fear of attack, no watchouts were needed... Everyone was dumbstruck with fear and did not sleep that night. But it passed uneventfully, and when the sun ventured into the sky there had been no sign of any beasts but their own. This set an even more terrible mood. Where had the tribe gone? Did they never venture out to the south? And if so, why not. It all seemed safe enough. Right?

During the night, Terriss had heard a sound. He had awoken suddenly, thought he hadd heard struggling near by. He had said to himself, "Just the waves changing old buddy, nothing to worry about." He was wrong.

Syther was just getting out of his tent to take morning count when he heard a scream of a rat heading twards him. Terriss, his faithful old friend. Where was borris the ferrett, Terrisses best friend, thought syther.

The rat met the wolf on the sand. It looked as if he had seen his own death. All that Syther could get out of him was, "Boriss...... Poor Boriss..." This seemed very peciular. Well, lead by terriss, the wolf traveled to their tents. One tent was fine, a great job of setting up. Upon seeing the other, he almost lost his dinner from the night before. (The part in quotes is opitnal, just incase of any discomfort.) "The tent was a mess. It was stained with dried blood and fur all in one jumbeled mass. Looking more intensly would allow you to see a decapitated head on one of the posts of the tent. It was eyeless, but obisuly was that of boriss. The part he didnt like, thought syther." There was a trail of blood leading from the messy tent to a cave, eventully, as the beasts the followed it soon found. They all rushed back to came, screaming about the cave and their comrade.

Syther soon had a small procession for the ferrett, and it was followed by a burning of the tents remains. This could have been a mistake. As soon as all was finished, they started into the mile of wood before the camp of the savages. It all came together in Syther's mind now. The reason the savages avoided the cave. The badger. No, impossible, the weapon was forged so long ago... Decendents. So the freak had kids. Fitting.

They reached the end of the wood in no time, a mile was not too long to walk with an insane cannible behind you. Soon, even that was forgotten. It was time to destroy the tribe. A much bigger worry. But the plan would soon come into play.

The camp of the enemy was big, but very venerable. It had many huts made of straw or wood. This would help alot. The army of these beasts was a big one, looked likethey were training for a brewing war. SAMPETRA!!! These beasts planned to attack the fortress. The plan had to be set out immediately.

A small fire was lit ad the animals tied peices of cloth dipped in oil onto their arrows. They soon put the arrows to flame. The beasts were spread along the outskirts of the camp of enemys, flaming arrows and all. A single arrow peirced the now night sky and landed on the roof of a large shack. Probally some sort of feasting hall. That was the signal. Hundreds of the arrows started flying in all directions. Falling all over the "town" and causing a mass havoc.

Tribillion had just sat down to dinner as an arrow punctured through his plate, shattering the wood and food all over. It set the table ablaze. The squirrel has not been ready for such a sudden attack. His water supply was down. He had been meaning to send the fetchers. "War!" he called, at the top of his voice, "Attack!" No attackers heeded that call. They were loosing loved ones to flame and smoke. and the arrows seemed to be coming from all around, as if the forest was attacking for their clearing of it. But as suddenly as it started, the arrows stopped. Just a single one in the sky. among the burning and screaming, muffeled yells became fashioned. Some of his men were being taken captive! The small city would fall tonight. Sampetra now was a dream. His hopes, ambitions, all gone, raped from him by some unseen enemy.

Sythers men met back in the forest half and hour after the shotting stopped. Between them, 14 bags, with shouting inside. The beach wasnt far away, the north beach of course. Syther had kept 2 men along to bring it around, so not to deal with that dreaded badger again. They traveled, and behold, it shined there. they made a mad dash for the ship, got aboard, and the two beasts lay dead. Both skulls had been smashed together. A bloody mess.

Out of the darkness, a massive shape came from out of the captians lodge. It ran straight towards syther, as if being able to see in the dark. But no swords man would be subdued by a savage beastly creature. Out came a golden sabre, and cleaved off the head of the freak. Later, when they arrived back at sampetra, this would be shown to ublaz. but for now, they set off towrads the island of sampetra, looming there, to show their emperor his new prize.