Svakas Gunnarsson the Legend of the Battlefield, Drillmaster of Battle

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Chapter 4

A gentle, warm breeze flows softly through the war room, cooling the still
sweating body of Svakas. Smoke wisps away from a nearby fire past the holy
forms of Ithynil, Thror, and Jormyr as they look upon the three that stand in
front of them.

"We have reached our decision." Ithynil calmly says as he rises from his seat,
accompanied by the other two warlords. " Galgeron shall be the next comamnder
of the village."

Svakas beamed with pride at the words spoken. Galgeron had been a close friend
for many years, and would prove to be a strong commander. Clasping Galgeron's
small hand and shaking it violently, Svakas offered his congratulations to
his new leader, spekaing words of loyalty and encouragement.

At this time the wind calmed, as almost in quiet anticipation. Smoke began to
cloud the top of the war room, masking the tapestries that hung there.
Galgeron approched the table with the warlords and sat to discuss the position
of Drillmaster. Neither Lehla or Svakas could hear their deliberations at the
table, but both sat, awaiting the news.

"Svakas, you have been named Drillmaster of Battle. The choice of your new
commander. I trust you understand the honor that comes from this." Stated
Ithynil.

Relief washed over Svakas as the tention of the past week of the rites had
finally come to a close. Svakas acknowledged the warlord, thanked Galgeron for
his trust and honor, and attempted to say what he could to Lehla to try and
lessen the pain of defeat. Svakas was concerned for Lehla, but was sure she
was a staunch villager who would continue to use her strengths in the war on
magic.

Svakas returned to his hut after receiving orders from his new commander to
think upon how to keep the villagers acting within the rules upon the plaque.
While making notes, his mind wandered to the bloody path that has brought him
to this honorable day.

Victory and defeat had been seen by Svakas, all over Thera. Shamans abound
and communed terrible poisons upon him, withering his muscles, and filling his
massive veins with toxins. Mages, namely Tamnaeuth and Jukinoris assualted the
giant and paid dearly for their transgressions. He had spoken to applicants,
some of which proved themselves to the old commander, and some who had not. It
had been a tough road, a hard fought one, but Svakas was learning. His stength
had grown ten fold sice that fateful day at the barn, and now the Warlords
of his home, and the commander of his army had shown him that he was retaining
the teachings well.

He would not fail his village, his warlords, or his commander. He will only
grow himself, and the village as a whole, stronger.

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Chapter 3

The afternoon air was warm on Svakas' face as he ran. Panting, ragged breaths
escaped his lips as he looked behind him for any sign of followers. Blood
pours out of gaping wounds that covered his entire, massive torso.

As he neared the Sumner's crossroads, he slowed for a quick breather, seeing
no danger behind him. He dropped to his knees and vomitted from the pain of
his wounds. He was near his death, but had to push on. He looked around and
wondered if this would be the place he died. The thought resonated with him
as he remembered the barn he crumbled. No, this is not the place, he thought
as he rose back up on his titanic legs. Off in the distance, the gobble of
a turkey echoed through the trees of the Azreth.

As he stood, he heard a disembodied voice speak in foul tongues. As he turned
to look, Tuolon, the mage he who had hurt him so bad, atempting to cast
another spell on him. Something seemed to go wrong with the spell, as Tuolon's
eye opened wide as Svakas' massive axe took its first swipe at him.

The first blow swung wide and missed its target. As he brought the blade of
the axe back around, Tuolon miscalculated and stepped a half step too close.
This step worked in favor of Svakas as his second blow rang true as a vibrant
spout of bright red blood shot out of the elf and into the air. Tuolon
stumbled from the blow and fell to a knee as Svakas' final stike removed
Tuolon's head from his body.

Svakas scooped up his prize and carried it to the Balcksmith Tahren to state
his intentions to become a Battlerager.

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Chapter 2

Svakas had no choice but to return home after his anger had calmed. Over the
next few months, he watched as the Mages brought in farm hands and used their
magic to enhance the worker's strength. THis disgusted Svakas as those men
were no where near the strength of Svakas or his father.

Svakas began to notice that the workers tended to change a lot. New people in
and the old never seen again. Nearly once a week, the work force changed
completely. It confused Svakas why so many people came and went. So he
followed the workers when they left for the night.

What Svakas found was appalling. As he neared a large barn, a scent wafted
through the air. He had smelt it before, but not this strong. It was the
scent of decaying meat. He slowly crept up on the barn to peek inside. There
they were, the workers, their bodies coming down off the magic that was used
on them. As it faded, their bodies began to twist and contort. Muscle was torn
from bone, limbs removed. It was like living zombies. Along came the mage
lords to mend the bone, and flesh of these people. Keep them just crippled
enough so they couldn't run, but wouldn't die.

Svakas couldn't take it. Hoisting a nearby log, he slammed it into the side of
barn, toppling it down on mage and slave alike. He never returned to his home.
His disdain for his parents too strong. If he had returned, he knew he would
kill them both. So he left. Angry at his weak parents, and angry at the mages
for their wickedness. He would put an end to this treatment, or die trying.

As he neared the gates, a grin flashed upon his great face. He would keep that
promise, and has found where to get the tools to do it.

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Chapter 1

The morning was cold. Plumes of frosted breath rose at each of Svakas'
exhales as he stomped his way down the dirt path to the Academy. He thought
about the recent events that lead him to this frigid walk through the wilds.

He thought of his mother and father. Raised as farmers, came into wealth,
and invested it into the farm. They were strong folk when Svakas was young,
but after their wealth became big enough, they turned to idle resting instead
of work.

Svakas had grown up admiring his massive father. His strength was unparraled
to Svakas. Able to pull giant boudlers from the soil when they got in the way
of the plow. He once watched his father carry four oxen out of a ravine when
they strayed their path. Quite the paragon of strength was he.

Many years past and Svakas grew mighty like his father, but time had taken its
toll on Svakas' parents in several way. His parents were still quite strong,
but faded naturally as time progressed. The major change was when they came
into an agreement in exchange for a very large sum of money.

One eve, Svakas came in from the fields to find his parents talking with three
of the local magi from a nearby town. He was not sure what they spoke of, but
hushed conversation pouring out from the den belied some excited parents.

After the men left, Svakas was informed by his parents that they had sold
control of the farm to the mage's for enough money to provide them a
comfortable retirement. The mages had even allowed them to stay on the farm,
free of charge. Svakas was enraged and stormed out.

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