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‘’ Bledri! Bledri! Bledri!’’ The chanting echoed through the thick [[forest]] and in the quiet darkness the twenty men sounded louder than an army. Camp had been struck a few miles from the smoldering ruins of the farm and in the cover of the ageing trees a small feast had commenced. Most of them had eaten more this evening than they had in months and the stolen barrels of ale had them shouting and laughing throughout the primitive celebration. ”Alright, alright! I will tell you the story again!” As the men cheered around him Bledri climb, as best he could, on top of one of the stolen barrels and cleared his massive throat. He held up his hands to settle down the shouting raiders and in feigned modesty he took a few moments to recollect his battle with the gigantic knight. Truth be told he had recounted the battle so many times that he could now give an admirable performance even when he was fast asleep. But the men loved the showmanship; every time there were new flourishes and details and while the older members enjoyed the story from recognition the new raiders still marveled at the feat of their new leader. Bledri was perhaps not the sharpest of men but within his thick skull the mind of a storyteller sometimes reared its head. ”We had just raided a farm near Karic, reliving the poor folks of some unwanted food and mead.” A roar rose from the surrounding raiders as Bledri on unsteady legs raised his cup and drank deeply. ”We were on our guard as we traveled along the hidden roads… for we had just bested another knight!” The roars and cheers echoed in the night and Bledri had to raise his hands again. ”So me and my brother decided to [[travel]] carefully. I remember that we all were on edge despite our victory … you see we were not as great a band back then but by God could we fight!” the older members now shouted the loudest, their cups brimming with ale and their hearts brimming with illwon pride. ”So when the bastards came we were ready! They charged at us from the woods and thundering down the muddy road He came… The Giant Knight! He was almost as large as two men and I knew that even my stalwart brothers would tremble if they were forced to face him…” The camp grew quiet as Bledris tale held the hearts of the raiders. The short paus felt like an eternity in the dark [[forest]] and for the first time in hours the crackling of the fires and the whisper of the wind could be heard. ”I cut down the petty man who had attacked me and turned towards the knight… digging down my soles and raising my [[shield]]. I slammed my [[sword]] three times against it, making sure that the bastard knew that if he wanted to fight my brothers he would have to go through me.” The new members flinched as Bledri stomped three times on the empty barrel. ”His first charge splintered my [[shield]], and let it be known that I’ve never felt such a force before or since! The second time he came I dove aside, the tip of the [[spear]] almost ripping my arm off! I knew I had to do something, and quick. My [[shield]] and [[sword]] was useless against his cowardly attacks so I decided to fight him in a way he wasn’t used to: like a man!” Bledri looked into the focused eyes of the assembled men and licked his dry lips. This was it. ”I threw my [[sword]] in the grass, preparing myself… and as he rode towards me I saw him smile; assured that he could easily kill an unarmed man. But he forgot what all lords forget: the bigger you get, the harder you fall. As he came thundering towards me I leapt towards his [[spear]]!” The men gasped as Bledri jumped down from the barrel, landing only inches from the nearest ones. Bledri laughed loudly as he grabbed his imaginary opponent’s [[weapon]]. ”He was even more surprised than you! With all my strength I pulled the [[spear]] downwards, planting its tip in the earth! You should have seen the lord fly! Dumbfounded by my wit and bravery he flew into the ground, flailing like a bug on its back!” The men were caught in the ecstasy of the story; cheering and shouting, laughing and applauding. ”The lords dogs started to swarm around him like flies around shit and I, with no [[sword]] at hand, ordered everyone to take their chance and run. But I swear on my mother’s grave that i heard the giant sob as he lie in the mud! I’m still angry that i didn’t get to send that little lord to his grave but at least I sent him halfway to heaven!” The drunken feast continued the entire night and as the sun rose only Blego remained awake. His brother was good at telling stories but Blego and the older men knew that it wasn’t all true. The lord had fallen of his horse but it had been as much luck as Bledris doing. Later it had been Blegos idea to sound a retreat, Bledri being content with staying to be cut down when the giant would have gotten up. But as Blego counted the men he didn’t care that his brother once again claimed all the [[glory]] for himself. Even though the story was only half true it had attracted even more warriors, enough warriors to make a [[mark]] in this world, especially in these dark times.
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