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Many, many years ago, there was a dark wizard named Eyron, the most
powerful ever. He sought to forge a sword more powerful than any other ever
created, one that would be capable of conquering the Akthulu Empire, his
enemy.
The great hero Raynor rose up to stop him. Raynor was known all over the
empire for slaying monsters, defending the weak, and helping the poor. He was
tall and muscular with short brown hair and his eyes were amber-colored with
golden ecks. Raynor always had his gleaming silver broadsword, Whitestorm,
Raynor’s rst stop was a village on the outskirts of the empire to gather the
essentials for his journey and get his sword sharpened. After this, he set o on
his journey.
After traveling for a few days, Raynor encountered his rst challenge in a forest:
three giant wolves, who had shining white coats and stood at a height of about
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7 feet tall at the shoulders, and 13 feet long from their heads to their tails. But
one was larger than the others, with midnight black fur; he must have been 10
feet tall, and 16 feet long at least, and he was obviously the alpha of the small
group. They growled menacingly and began surrounding him, which wasn’t very
hard due to their enormous size. Raynor unsheathed Whitestorm, and the
wolves leapt at him. He rolled out of the way and slashed a wolf across the leg,
The other two, more wary now, circled him; he swiped with Whitestorm and cut
the muzzle of the one closest to him and slashed his sword down his ank,
making it yelp and run away as fast as it could. The black wolf looked at him and
walked away, knowing his dinner had, for once, beaten him.
Raynor continued on his way until he came across a part of the forest that
seemed di erent, darker… more dangerous, more evil. He cut a branch from a
tree and wrapped it in a cloth soaked in oil, and lit it on re. Pulling out
Eyron.’’ He walked forward warily, his senses alert as he crept forward, careful
not to step on any sticks or leaves that might announce his presence to the
sinister powers that may have resided there. Raynor heard a twig snap
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somewhere to his left, and holding his torch in front of him, walked to the source
Wondering what could have only snapped the twig and gotten away without
set up camp for the night. After building a large camp re, setting some traps
around the camp and pitching the tent, he fell asleep. He woke in the morning,
disarmed the traps, snu ed the camp re, and drew Whitestorm in case more
giant wolves or the mystery creature from last night came back. The forest
seemed less menacing during the day, though Raynor was too experienced to
let his guard down; Eyron might be trying to lead him into a false sense of
Meanwhile in Eyron’s tower, he stood looking through his magic mirror pool,
making sure not to get his custom Baby Seal leather boots wet. He laughed at
Raynor as he came across the river, saying to himself, “The forest should slow
that pesky hero down enough for the sword to be nished, then I will be
then walked to his forge where an ingot of stygian silver was slowly heating in
the black ames, the dark metal covering the entire room in shadow and
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emitting darkness on the walls of the tower. Dark magic seemed to radiate from
the metal’s surface, lling Eyron’s weak-willed minions with such terror, that they
would refuse to go anywhere near the tower. Eyron himself was not scared of
the metal. He was not fearful of its magic, for he controlled it, and then, he
would control the entire Akthulu Empire, and nothing—not even Raynor—would
Raynor hiked through the forest until he came across a sunny clearing next to a
slow river about 10 feet across and three feet deep. He was about to cross
when a small rabbit hopped towards the edge of the river to take a drink; it
leaned down and touched the water, but then squeaked in alarm as the river
began speeding up, becoming more and more turbulent, pulling the rabbit into
the river. Raynor watched as the water engulfed the rabbit, dragged it to the
bottom of the river, and disintegrated the rabbit, leaving only a pile of bones in
its place at the bottom of the river. The water returned to its original state, slow
and innocent-looking, like a river that you would want to swim in on a hot
summer day. “Huh,’’ said Raynor, “carnivorous water. That’s new, but how to I
get across?”
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He threw in a stick, and the water pulled it down and dissolved it, just as it had
done to the rabbit. So a raft was out of the question. Next he threw in a small
rock and some dirt; the rocks simply sank to the bottom of the river, and the dirt
got swept away, but not eaten. “So it only consumes living substances, it
seems,” Raynor thought to himself. Then he threw in many sticks, and this time
the river ate them more slowly; he kept this up for a little bit, always throwing in
more sticks, and each time noting it longer and longer to eat. So he conclude
with some con dence that the river took longer to eat something the more of it
there was to eat. He also discovered that for the water to consume anything,
there needed to be a direct connection between the river and the water, which
was a pity. He might have been able to use it as a weapon later on in his
journey.
He formulated a plan, which was simply to throw in a huge bundle of sticks and
run across the river as fast a possible. The best case scenario was that he would
make it across the river with minor damage to himself. In the worst case
scenario, he would become a pile of bones. Raynor also wrapped his legs in
leaves that the river would hopefully take a few seconds to eat through as extra
protection against the water. Raynor tossed in the bundle and sprinted as fast as
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he could to the other side; the water started tugging on him, trying to stop him
from reaching the opposite bank, which made every step feel like his legs were
made of lead. The water had already eaten through some of the leaves and was
beginning to sting his legs and feet. The bundle was half the size it was when
Raynor thew it in, but that didn’t matter, for he was almost across! Suddenly, a
wave of water splashed against him and began to eat away at his exposed esh.
With one last burst of energy, Raynor collapsed on the bank and panted. And
deciding he would travel no further today, he set up camp and just for a second
thought he caught a glimpse of dark green eyes ashing in the shadows of the
forest. He decided that it was his exhausted brain playing tricks on him, but he
Raynor woke up that night to the sound of thunder and the are of lightning. The
streaks of white light ashed through the forest, illuminating the ground,
throwing the trees into sharp relief as a loud boom rumbled in the sky. Rain
began to fall hard and fast, turning the ground to mud, dousing the camp re,
and covering Raynor’s camp in darkness. Just then he remembered that if water
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and once again thought he caught a glimpse of eyes glowing dark green.
The plants around Raynor had already started steaming as the river ate away at
them, and he rushed away with his tent rolled up on his back and Whitestorm in
his hands. He knew he must be getting close to Eyron’s tower— this storm was
too sudden and powerful to be anything but his doing. Raynor’s number one
priority was to get out of this forest; it was too dangerous here for him to take
his time leaving. As he ran, many times he thought that he heard something
running behind him and saw a ash of green out of the corner of his eye. Raynor
saw giant wolves also eeing the forest, passing within arm’s reach of him, but
they paid him no attention; whatever was in there was more powerful than these
giant creatures and something he de nitely did not want to bump into, though
he knew he might have to ght it eventually. Raynor ran out of the forest into an
In Eyron’s tower, one of his minions approached him with news. “Eyron,” he
said, “Raynor has made it across the forest and is now on his way through the
Broken Lands.”
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Eyron, without turning to look at him, said “No matter He won’t make it past the
Chasm of Shadow.”
Eyron’s eyes ashed dangerously for a moment. “If this concerns you so much,
send some of your goblins to stop him. Now leave me,” said Eyron.
Eyron walked to the stygian silver ingot, which would soon be ready to be forged
Raynor raced to the rocks of the hills for cover against the stampede of animals
racing out of the forest. He hid under a ledge between large rocks and hoped
that they wouldn’t collapse on him, crushing him into a Raynor pancake. He
listened as animals of all di erent shapes and sizes thundered above him, lling
the air with dust. A few minutes passed before the stampede stopped, and a
few more before the dust settled enough to see more than ve feet in front of
him. Raynor wiggled out of the crevice and looked around, seeing only a few
stragglers from the stampede and no sign of what might have been chasing the
animals. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still gray, causing the landscape
to appear even gloomier. In the distance, he saw a black monolith rising from the
ground, too thin to be natural, so he reasoned that it must be Eyron’s tower. Part
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of him was relieved that his journey was almost over, but the rest of him knew
that this would be the hardest part. Raynor knew that Eyron’s goblins would be
roaming these hills en masse. He hiked across the infernal lands for what
seemed like hours. Time was hard to keep track of here; the sky didn’t really
change much between day and night. Maybe it was a little darker now, less gray
and more black, but it didn’t matter; Raynor was tired all the same. So he set up
his tent but didn’t start a re that would attract unwanted attention. He felt
exposed and unsafe, but he was in Eyron’s lands now; it would be foolish to feel
Raynor woke during what he assumed was day, as it was slightly lighter out
than when he fell asleep. He trudged up one rocky hill after another, dodging the
occasional goblin patrol, watching as Eyron’s tower slowly got closer and closer,
until when Raynor was in a rocky, narrow gully, he almost literally bumped into a
patrol of half a dozen goblins. For a moment, both Raynor and the goblins were
confused, so Raynor could get a good look at them. Their skin had a green
tinge, and they gave o a stench that might explain why nothing lived here. The
goblins wore a poorly crafted mix of leather and steel armor, though a few were
not wearing any armor at all. They carried a wide assortment of weapons
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ranging from daggers to cutlasses made of jaggedly carved bone. “It’s Raynor!”
With that, the goblins lunged at him, stabbing and slashing with their swords
and daggers. Raynor dodged and blocked the blows but was unable to land a
blow on the goblins due to the small amount of room on each side. For once,
Raynor wished he had a cutlass rather than a broadsword, but wishing wouldn’t
help him; he would just have to make due with what he had. Raynor blocked a
bone cutlass and stabbed the goblin holding it, killing him. Raynor grabbed the
dead goblins sword and barely moved his head out of the way of an incoming
sword. He used the cutlass’s hilt to knock out the goblin swinging the sword and
stab a nearby goblin in the chest. Raynor was cut in the leg by a thrown dagger;
he grimaced, but he still charged forward and kicked one of the three remaining
goblins into the side of the gorge, stunning him. The last two goblins ed the
gully leaving their fallen comrades behind. The goblin Raynor had stunned
recovered and tried to knock him out with a rock, but Raynor heard him and
He left the unconscious goblin alone; it didn’t seem right to kill a helpless foe.
He dropped the cutlass, not wanting to take it, for it would just weigh him down.
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Raynor rolled up his pants legs to check the dagger wound; it wasn’t deep, but
part of his sleeve, poured a little water from his canteen on it, and tied it around
his leg as a makeshift bandage; it wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing.
Raynor made sure to listen and smell for goblins now, not wanting to bump into
anymore patrols unprepared. Luckily, he didn’t run into anymore goblins, but he
did occasionally hear a goblin or two walking near the edge of the gully, in which
case he attened himself against the wall and waited for them to pass. Raynor
walked for hours on end until he found a small cave that would be a perfect
place to rest for a little while; he spread out his bedroll and passed out.
The light pitter-patter of rain falling against the rocky hills the next morning
awoke Raynor. He set his canteen below a rock where the rainwater was
dripping down. His water supplies were ever dwindling, so he had to take
advantage of every drop he could procure from the harsh landscape. After lling
his canteens with water, he packed up his bedroll and continued his hike to
Eyron’s tower. Raynor walked for about half a day without anything worth noting
to kill him. The rain had stopped now, making the air feel thick and oppressive.
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Raynor crested a hill and saw in front of him a 20 foot wide chasm that seemed
Raynor couldn’t see any way across, but knew that there must be one,
otherwise, the goblins would have to grow wings and y to the other side. He
walked up and down the chasm for the rest of the day, taking occasional breaks.
decided to set up camp near the dark ravine; Raynor laid out his bedroll and fell
asleep.
Raynor woke to the bark of a wolf to his left in the distance and decided to
check it out. He packed up his bedroll, took a sip of water, and started his hike.
The terrain here consisted of mostly gravel and small rocks, making the walks
uphill harder and leaving small indentations in the ground where he stepped.
After a little less than an hour, he heard the unmistakable howl of a giant wolf, to
his right. Raynor crept forward cautiously, sword in hand, wondering why the
wolf hadn’t attacked him yet; it was very unlikely it hadn’t smelled him. Raynor
peered over the ridge of a hill and saw the source of the howl, a snow-white
wolf, sitting next to a wolf of that was almost identical, though with a grayish-
silver coat. Raynor’s vision drifted farther to the left where he realized with shock
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that the eyes of a huge midnight-black wolf were boring into him. These were
the same wolves that had attacked him in the forest. Raynor decided that there
was no use in hiding and crested the ridge of the hill. The black wolf growled at
him but didn’t attack. Raynor slowly slung Whitestorm across his back, which
convinced the wolf to stop growling. He made his way down the hill, causing the
white and silver wolves to nally take notice of him. The white wolf snarled and
crouched in preparation to leap at Raynor, and the silver wolf got up, growled a
little, and lay back down. The black wolf barked at the white wolf, causing him to
back away, still growling. Now that Raynor was closer, he could see a goblin
cutlass lodged in the shoulder of the silver wolf and the cuts and scratches
covering all the wolves’ bodies. There were also dead goblins strewn about the
base of the hill. Raynor cautiously walked towards the small pack, trying to
gure out why the black wolf hadn’t attacked. Then it hit him. These wolves had
attacked him once before and had left worse for wear; now they were faced with
Raynor again, in an injured state, and it was not worth it to ght him without
reason. Raynor walked closer to the silverly wolf, who was obviously the most
injured. At this, both the black and white wolves started growling at him again.
Raynor began to unsheathe Whitestorm, causing even the black wolf to get
ready to leap at him. But Raynor placed his sword at his feet and put his hands
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in front of him. The black wolf sat back down, but a growl still rumbled in his
throat. As Raynor got closer to the the silver wolf, he found that the goblin
cutlass was not too deep in its shoulder; but the wound was bleeding profusely.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Raynor said in a soothing voice. “I’m just going to
with his hands. The wolves seemed to understand enough, and the growl died in
the black wolf’s throat, though his eyes still showed mistrust. The white wolf
backed away a little, though he retained his threatening posture. Raynor placed
his hands on the cutlass and quickly yanked it out. The silver wolf yelped and
jerked her body a little. Raynor grabbed the bedroll from his pack and began to
wrap it around the wolf’s shoulder, using its straps to secure it. Raynor backed
The black wolf had no more mistrust in his eyes, while the white wolf dropped
his threatening pose. Raynor picked Whitestorm back up, this time evoking no
aggressive gestures from either wolf. He approached the black wolf, saying,
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A blank stare from the wolf. Raynor wondered how to convey what he was
thinking. He couldn’t use signs like before, but he had an idea. Raynor began to
then to himself, then sni ed as loudly as he could, then pointed to the drawing.
Raynor was trying to tell the wolf to follow his scent to the cave, and he hoped
The black wolf seemed to understand enough of it. He called his pack over, and
they began to converse with a series of yips, barks, and body language. After a
bit, the wolves stopped “talking” and looked expectantly at Raynor; he realized
“No,” he said, “follow my scent.” Raynor pointed at himself and made another
sni ng gesture.
The wolves seemed to nally understand this. The white wolf sni ed him, then
began to sni the ground. He yipped to the silver wolf, and they together began
to retrace Raynor’s steps; they made it to the the top of the hill, while the black
wolf didn’t move. The white wolf barked at him and tilted his head. The black
wolf barked back, pointing at Raynor with his muzzle, and the white wolf icked
his head across the hill and yapped loudly. The black wolf growled, u ed out
his fur, and held his tail up in a display of dominance. The white wolf ducked his
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head and attened his fur; he then began to slink down the other side of the hill
Raynor wondered why the black wolf stayed behind, but there was no way of
knowing. He did know one thing, though: if anything could lead him to a way to
“Can you nd a way across this chasm?” He pointed toward the other side of it.
The wolf barked, and knelt down; he icked his muzzle across his back.
He wanted Raynor to climb onto his back. Raynor, after realizing what the wolf
wanted him to do, climbed up, and found a comfortable spot just behind the
wolf’s shoulder blades. The black wolf took a few steps away from the edge of
the chasm and began to bound towards it. Raynor realized what the wolf was
doing just before he did it. He held on tightly to the wolf’s fur and ducked his
head as the wolf leapt across the ravine; Raynor felt the air rushing by him as
the wolf sailed through the air, and the thud of the wolf landing on the other side
The wolf didn’t stop after he reached the other side; instead, he raced across
the rocky hills, the ground ying by so fast it became a gray blur to Raynor. The
wolf kept up this pace for a quarter of an hour until it nally came to a stop in a
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small valley; it then lay down on the ground and panted. Raynor slid o his back
and wondered what to call the wolf; he thought the creature deserved a more
personal address. Raynor thought for a minute and decided on a good name:
Brakk, which meant “alpha” in his language. Raynor walked to the wolf’s head
and pointed at him. “I’m going to call you Brakk,” said Raynor.
feet away and called out the wolf’s name. Brakk turned his head lazily to look at
Raynor, who took this as a sign that he understood. Raynor decided that this
valley was a good place to rest for the time being. He took o his pack and
reached for his bedroll but then remembered that he had used it as a bandage
for the silver wolf. So he dropped his pack on the ground, used it as a pillow,
Raynor woke up to a bright light shining in his eyes. He got up and looked
towards the sky, where the sun was shining through a split in the clouds. Raynor
felt its warmth wash over him; he saw Brakk stretched out in the sun. Raynor
climbed to the top of the valley and saw Eyron’s tower, less than a day’s walk
from where they stood. He realized he was very close to the end of his quest,
but he would have to nd a way into that tower. How Raynor would do this was
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a mystery; he could see hordes of goblins swarming the area around the base of
the tower. Oddly, they gave the tower itself a wide berth. Raynor could either try
to sneak in or ght his way through, but both options seemed impossible. The
sun disappeared behind the clouds, taking its warmth with it. Raynor walked
back down into the valley to get Brakk so they could continue their journey.
As they traveled, Raynor was trying to think of a way into the tower, though he of
couldn’t conceive of anything that could work; there were too many goblins to
hope to sneak in unseen and far too many to ght. Then he remembered the
area around the tower where the goblins were absent. Why this was was a
mystery to him, but it was possible that some magic was either protecting the
tower or something was scaring the hordes away. Raynor hated it, but he would
just have to hope that magic wasn’t protecting it and that the goblins really were
scared of it. Raynor kept thinking as they walked, right up until they were only a
few hundred yards away from the tower’s massive edi ce.
This was it. His quest would be over today, one way or another. Raynor and
Brakk gazed at the tower for a moment before shaking themselves out of the
awe of its size. “Brakk, I need you to get us there,” declared Raynor as he
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and Raynor climbed onto his back. “Let’s go, Brakk,” instructed Raynor. Brakk
charged towards the tower, plowing through goblins before they had a chance to
react. Raynor heard a goblin horn being blown, but this didn’t matter, as Raynor
and Brakk had almost reached the clearing around the tower and its huge doors.
Raynor saw that the goblins had stopped their pursuit, and arrows began to y
towards Raynor. Although they missed him, a few planted themselves in Brakk’s
side; but this didn’t slow him down even a little. Raynor ducked as they charged
Eyron heard the blowing of the horn and the shattering of his doors; Raynor had
arrived. Eyron had already began to forge the Sword; magic was swirling around
the stygian silver, slowly forming it into the weapon that would destroy an entire
empire, along with anyone who stood in his way. Eyron heard the footfalls of
Raynor was exhausted from all the stairs and decided to take a short break on
the last ight. After this, he got back up and continued into Eyron’s room. He
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The room lled with smoke and Raynor felt something push past him. He heard
Eyron running down the stairs while Raynor simply stood still. After half a
minute, he heard the yelp of Eyron and the bark of Brakk. Eyron began to run
back up the stairs, but Raynor started descending the staircase to cut him o .
Raynor couldn’t believe that the person he had travelled so far to stop was an
dark wizard.
“You’ll never catch me!” shouted Eyron. Raynor sheathed Whitestorm, grabbed
Eyron, and carried him on his shoulder. This caused Eyron to throw a t, and
keep shouting, “Let me go!” and “Noooooo!” When Raynor reached the bottom
of the steps, he made a beeline for the door. Raynor stepped into the open. The
“Does anyone have anything to tie this guy up with?” asked Raynor. Rope was
“Welp,” said one of the goblins in front, “no gold for us. Might as well go home.”
A murmur of agreement ran through the crowd, and the goblins shu ed away.
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Raynor and Brakk began their journey back home with Eyron in tow.
The End