In memory of the erstwhile PAT/VAWT Boys...:D
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to a real lively person/persons is purely intentional...:D
Once upon a time, there lived in the Ancient realm of the West, four legendary warriors, Nishkantos, Sagaricus, Pajax and Hershules. They enjoyed an enviable reputation throughout the lands for their skill, knowledge and dedication in the field of Warcraft. They had defeated many an evil warlord on their numerous journeys through land and seas. With their strong camaraderie and mutual respect, they had been an inseparable band of brothers, and local folklore sang paeans to their friendship.
The warriors roamed to far and distant lands in order to acquire more knowledge. On the way, they used to utilise their skills to help and protect the needy and the oppressed.
One day, on another one of their journeys passing through a dark and frightening forest, they came across an old inn. They decided to call it a day, and rest in that inn. They knocked on the door.
There was no reply. After sometime, they knocked again.
“I am asleep right now; come back after two hours”, said a voice from the inside.
The warriors looked at each other in confusion. Pajax knocked again.
“Hello, dear sir, we are warriors from the West. We need a place to rest for the night.”
The door flung open immediately.
“Warriors ! Ah, welcome, welcome, do come in. I apologise for my behaviour. It is not everyday, that one receives proper warriors in such far off places. Most of the time, it is either the lunatics or the henchmen of evil warlords. By the way, I am Avidius, the innkeeper.”
“Hello, sir, I am Nishkantos, and these are my friends Pajax, Sagaricus and Hershules. We are warriors from the West. We need lodgings for the night.”
“Of course, my friends, there is plenty of food and space for all of you. I will prepare for your dinner shortly. Make yourselves comfortable”, said Avidius.
That night, the four warriors enjoyed a hearty meal with Avidius the innkeeper.
Early in the morning, they bid Avidius farewell and continued on their journey. They had walked hardly a hundred yards when they heard a shrill cry from the other side of the forest. They looked at each other. At a distance there was a sharp noise of doors and windows being shut by the old innkeeper.
Sensing trouble, and deciding not to leave their friend, the innkeeper in such a dangerous situation, they headed back to the inn and knocked.
There was no reply. They knocked again.
BAM !!!!
Avidius slammed the door open. He had a shotgun in one hand and a dagger in the other. On seeing the four warriors, the innkeeper heaved a sigh of relief.
“Äh, it is you again”, sighed the innkeeper.
“Whom were you expecting?” asked Sagaricus.
“But the werewolves, of course. Do you not know? This forest is infested by a pack of werewolves. I thought that was the reason you came here in the first place.”
“So, that is the reason why no one lives around here. But, then why do you continue to run your inn at such a place?”
“Hahaha, because someone must. Someone must put up a stand. There was a time, when I was a warrior myself. Me and my friends were travelling through this place, when we were divided, and murdered by these werewolves. I was the only survivor. On that day, I took an oath not to leave this forest until I avenge my friends.”
“And we shall help you in fulfilling that oath”, said Nishkantos.
The other three nodded in approval.
“Thank you, my friends. I am sure, that with your help, we will be able to rid this land of these cursed creatures.”
“So, how many werewolves are there, exactly?“, asked Hershules.
The pack consisted of 30 werewolves when we arrived here. I have already killed 12. That still leaves around 20 of them.
“Hmmm..But there is one problem Avidius, we have never faced a werewolf before”, said Sagaricus, to which the other three warriors nodded.
“Fear not, my dear friend, for I will teach you how and with what to hunt them with”, reassured Avidius.
Over the next few days, the four warriors worked tirelessly as Avidius taught them the correct way of killing a werewolf with a silver dagger and silver bullets. Together, they made an infallible plan to rid the land of werewolves forever.
On the fifth night, Avidius accompanied by the four warriors scourged the forests for werewolves and killed them all, thus making the forest a safer place for humans and animals alike.
The news spread like wild fire across the region. Avidius’s business started booming, and he decided to stick to his inn, and perhaps even expand to neighbouring areas. The forest was bustling with life, again.
Thus, enriched with new knowledge, the four warriors bid Avidius farewell, and continued along their journey into the forest.
Unbeknownst to them, Sandikrates, sheriff of a nearby village, followed them into the forest.
Come on man.. Part 2 jaldi
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