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10.07.2011 at 22:03
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A note from the future , as seen and scribed by the Sibyl Seer of Long-Toad-on- Abraxius Stoi , who is never wrong in her pastry induced visions)
A future Authors
---------------------A History Lesson ------ by O'MacVanGitmosson jr. the 2nd, of the Holly
It came down to only two outside Omen , Mazulite and Axobongo , who maintained multi townships and forts . The last Chief and Chieftess of the old ways . Though she had walked in the most refined courts of the Onei empire, once thought to be the height of civilization , after its fall, she and her people returned to their roots and reclaimed the culture of her ancestors, which continued and flourished even while she had donned the finest of clothing and jewels during the long era of the Oneii empires dominance .
Now she wearied of war and so , for years , had been building ships to carry large numbers of her people beyond the known worlds shores .
The Omen empire lords argued among themselves, Axobongo had spoken with many of them , and offered soothe reasoning to the wiser among them , which was taken to heart , for their rampage had wrecked the world, and they only ruled over a bitter and suffering people. But unfortunately, several of their unworthy lords desired to continue to oppress the poor survivors , for it pleased them to do so.
The world needed healing now, and the creation of a sound infrastructure, no tribe could now take their power from them.
Axobongo had influenced the policy adopted by Omen to take in, rather than destroy the Onoez people, who were abandoned and set to be destroyed, but was unable to convince them of the need to cease the destruction of war and cultivate a new dawn upon the land. And the Omen leaders were strong of military, but weak in leadership, divided in allowing the voices of the scum of their tribe to influence policy.
The scum-Lords would say they were only 'following orders' of the leaders , the leaders would say they have no control of what the scum-Lords wished to do. Neither had any reason to deceive this Axo Chief, so he concluded that the empire was inept. Ironic, that under the right circumstances , the inept gain power, and hold it. Even the inept at leadership and wise policy making and sloppy or predictable in battle tactics can still achieve rank and honor, can still maintain a martial law and a massive military.
Yet it must be said , the likes of Mitsche, and Papoomio were rare. They were wise and fierce , and in their heyday they were substantially admirable. They each led their empires to success, but also at the high cost of sacrificing some of the best and wisest lords the world has ever known. Mitsche was said to have become a figurehead again, his crown taken by Papoomio whose Generaling has been highly acclaimed since the earliest of days. Mitsche returned and removed the puppets he left in his stead , but was aging, and thought more of retirement and his alchemical studies than good government perhaps, for a single man could not rule Omen completely.
Papoomio, who was once considered a benevolent and wise leader , had changed with age, from the betrayal many of his old tribe and several of his most beloved Barons felt about the partial merge into their enemies hands to allowing the genocide rampage to continue across the known world under their control. It was widely believed that he also had perverse thrills at the massacres of the masses, for he condoned it . True leadership took second place to the pleasure they took in destruction rather than production. although this was but rumor, the evidence pointed to it with a wet and boney finger. But who could ever know what intrigues were involved in a court the size of Omens?
Attacks had subsided for a time on the Axo High Chief, but were renewed through a policy change influenced by the lowliest of Omen scum, and permitted by their Kingduke , and the outside tribes feared this once wise and heroic man had succumbed to the bitter and malevolent spirit of the Fecal cult which was rampant throughout the Omenii empire people and the scum lords it was straddled with.
Axobongos lands were attacked from all sides, several of his towns and forts would fall , His tribesman and chieftains suffered the hunt, and a dark cloud again covered the world.
Axomen would again die at the hands of overwhelming odds. But the Axo people would never be vanquished completely, their roots were too deep in the land, they would preserve in a nomadic state and spread the wisdom , gems, and flowers of their culture , none of the ancient relics of their power would ever be discovered and taken, to the dismay of many of the scum-lords of the empire.
Axobongo was quoted as saying;
" The Omens may destroy their servants for ethnic reasons and malevolence , They may conquer every town and village known and defile autonomy , and squash the golden fruit from the gardens of the ancients, But without the strong leadership stemming from the root of wisdom , they will destroy themselves within a few generations. they will waste the land of its giving, and fail as an entity.
Even history will recall their disgraceful deeds , from Ones partial merge into Omen, to the genocide of their own resources in the form of racial and cultural antagonism .
Fear not , good souls of the world, learn to evade and survive, for your children's children will see a new age emerge and the fall of an empire unable to sustain itself by the lack of benevolent policy.
They will only be loathed for their crimes, they will write false histories of their grander, but voices will remain to tell the truth of their failings. They can build an empire over blood and bodies and betrayal,
But that is no foundation to sustain their house. The foundation of corpses will rot, and this seemingly invincible empire will crumble as a sand castle of any size crumbles to the washing licks of nature and its unending tides. Self destruction is the only course for the incurably greedy"
__Authors note:
My great grandfather was Gitmo of the Holly, Chief Bard of the Axo, these generations have passed, and the Omen empire is no more, as Axobongo had predicted. They remain disgraced and a stain on history in the eyes of many, from warriors who would have enjoyed the final war between Omen and One to have been direct and sincere , and of the warrior class.
Axobongo would point out that many upon many lives were saved through the merge. And that both Empires had some advances in technology that even Axobongo enjoyed.
But in the end, their form of civilization,, straight roads and strange excesses taxed and stressed the good earth and its ecology, cruel agriculture and unhappy masses would take its toll. And he would point out that Mitsche, Papoomio, Marcusopus , the true leaders of Omen, were wise and admirable men, that Omen held many great lords worthy of accolades and high respect , and the few that were despotic and cruel in their realms ( some of whom had taken over the realms of other Omen lords and ruled as them) had weight and influence and mighty forces, so the world suffered a ghoulish and razed existence for a long weary time, for better or for worse, the world became what they call civilized, and the burden of success brought about new diseases of the mind..
But now,,long after those strange times ,free peoples roam again in the world, Axo culture still enhances the lives of those who find it.
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Axobongo on 12.07.2011 at 06:04
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The Rocky Road in Home--- by Axobongo, trad. folk song for fiddle , jig-jig, bodhran, and sexy ladies.
(***Authors note: Look up "The Rocky Road To Dublin" for a concept of the air of this tune, as its similar ,, loosely )
in the waning days of grey, upon the froth of bloodied corpses
All that went away, And all that ne'r needs droppin'
A bitter sweet display, From lords of feces rotten
Got poked me tarnished cup ! , They set our people up!
To cut us down again, and chop our smothered friends
over all we're to be over trodden !
As The Omens cry for ends , but not of advisable mends,
From what the high chief said, the offers he'd extend
And 6, 7, 8, 9 (Niinnnnnnne
O' Hunt the Hare in bed and garden
Turn her from the shard
And
there and then again
Plunk-lol-wtf-dee-la-de-dra
And they threw it all away,After all that we had gone through,
Axobongo soon dismay'd , though they so wanted him to,
His tribe he'd never trade !
And his heart was nearly flayed , yet bound so that he stayed,
Unto spritz the night anew, and watch it go askew for
What happened to Pampoo , me ol' friend and Mitschy too ,
Both so wise and strong , somehow ,both had got strung along
By the fecal Omen crew , desiren', o fiddlin' their diddle dong
And knew not what to do ,oh, but not to go along
With the wisdom words once said!, from the Axobongo head!
The writhing all would dread!, To live with what instead
might rot the worlds end with a
6,7,8,9 (Niinnnnnnne
O' Hunt the Hare in bed and garden
Turn her from the shard
And
there and then again
Plunk-lol-wtf-dee-la-de-dra
On the rocky road we play, From my home i star-arted
Battlin' all the way, New lands had i char-arted
With respect for Mitsche again so new, and ol' Pampoomio too,
The good and bad Omen crew , were vexed by those who re-started
Slow killing is what they'd do,Their shanks both raw and farted
Had torn the decent end, bottoms up they'd bend,
To kill the fettered end
With Death to all and all with hurting
10,11,12,13,,,, (...eeeeeen
O' Hunt the Hare in bed and garden
Turn her from the shard
And
there and then again
Plunk-lol-wtf-dee-la-de-dra
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Hunt For Reality------
..So it was Mitsche,,, !
As Axobongo recalled this face in the firelight like it was yesterday, when in reality, it was many years before,
a slight chuckle escaped him,, " its been awhile, Mitsche , ... i trust you are keeping well?"
" Well and fine thanks, and you good Chief of the Axo, how b'you these days, i hope all is well"
" Fair to middlin' , but all in all , not bad, ..there is crisis in my lands, but on a fine soft morning like this, who can complain?"
There was a light rain causing a stream of water to drip from his floppy hat.
"Indeed" said Mitsche.
They talked for a bit, recalling the old days, and the glorious battles fought between them in the Axo/Cho wars. it was as two old friends having a reunion , with the reality that they had been deadly opponents for years and years stepped to one side for a brief rest , and there sat two men, momentarily unburdened by the weight of affairs of their states and kingdoms and masses to rule, enjoying the company and warm fire.
Axobongo said,
" i visited your halls some years back, after my return to the Axo homelands,, i thought you had looked different from the first time we met, on that hill after that battle at Victory town. i saw what seemed your face, but spread wider on a plump and wretched body, was that you? i see you now, and have my doubts"
" My puppets, You spoke with my younger sibling, who was once a warrior by my side when we fought you up north, but has long since fallen into sloth and gluttony.. we looked much alike in the old days,, so i put him on the throne, under careful watch, and let him be a figurehead while i went away, i was gone many years, and have only recently come back." said Mitsche.
" And come to give me a visit? is it?" Axobongo inquired " Fancy meeting you here in the wild woods of the mountain, had i knew ye're coming,, i would have prepared a fine feast in my own hall,, heheh, but for now, this roast mutton is tasty,, here, try it" ..Mitsche shared the meat. and agreed at its fine flavor.
after a silence of speech ( exchanged for the chewing of meat) had passed, they spoke more and shared a bladder of wine, and soon Mitsche said,
" I would prefer for you to either survive this world or be the last man standing. Your fight was the most serious threat that my court ever had, and I respect you for that."
Axobongo lifted his head to look into the eyes of Mitsche , " i am honored , sir, You reveal a Grace of character i thought lost upon a time"
" I figure in this world you were really the only Chief who consistently fought back and stuck with your tribe till the end. There is a lot to be said in that persistence. I am sure on many occasions you had the chance to join Onoez or Omen. I gave you that chance when we were called Apex. You deserve to finish out this world. You need a retirement villa."
" HA! i agree with your assessment !" Axobongo let out , bearing a wide grin " i do indeed need such a villa, " and they laughed a hearty laugh together.
Then Mitsche said,
" i know such a place , already in your holdings, it is a most spectacular location, of the richest giving land i have ever seen , along side a mountain lake. There i shall leave you in peace. i cannot guarantee Omen Lords will still not hunt you, perhaps those of the fecal cult... founded in my name but unbeknown to me in reality ,,and is a parasite in my court, i should add.. ( Womans clothes and feces on the men! honestly, ,, with the likes of Mfraanje now its head priest ?, that man is despised by many, but tolerated , for his lands are massive),,"
Mitsche let out a deep sigh, " but It has changed things , this cult has. I will try to bring honor back to this empire. I have always valued Science over Superstition " He turned to fix eyes with The Axo Chief, and added,
" Some lords are upset that you declined our invitations, and there will still be the ethnic slaughter law , there will still be trouble for Outsiders.. yet you have fought off and killed hundreds of nobles of late, our lords are amazed and vexed, so i imagine you will not go down so easily, i have grown to admire your culture , and hope you survive to enjoy this fine villa , and the arts of the Axo are known to future generations."
Axobongo was aghast , never had he expected such a thing to come from the mouth of one who has always been thought to be an evil cold hearted lord of the dark ways.
" I am very touched by the gesture , sir, i have been honored beyond my imagination.
Respect among rivals is the best scenario in theaters of war. I am grateful to now be more aware of your fine character, of which i was only beginning to become aware of towards the end of our wars.
They spoke for awhile more, at some point Mitsche commented that he was interested in compiling a history, and invited Axobongo to bring any writings or knowledgeable Bards to his court sometime.
The days morning harbingers of the sun danced beams of light through the trees , the clearing heavens wept no more and morning birds sang in the bluing sky as Mitsche took his leave.
Axobongo sat in silence for a bit, filled his pipe and sat in repose against a giant Ash tree. No sleep, the wine, some fine smoke,,took over , he was lulled into a nap as the view over the sloping valley eased his internal soul. He slept,, and awoke but a short time later,,feeling still tired and in a slight daze, he packed his camp , mounted his horse,,
and began a slow gait downhill towards a small settlement he now became aware of, seeing the chimney smoke from his vantage over the trees.
There was no sign of Mitsche or empire men, the villagers had seen no soldiers , and Axobongo sat on the oak bench in the tavern awaiting his breakfast and wondered ..was it all a dream?
He tried to piece it together, He felt groggy but rested.. He had drank that weird wine from the Gyluit Mercenaries the night before,, he remembered earlier propping himself against the same tree he awoke to .. He recalled it was a long rough ride up the mountain , and he felt more tired than he should have, achy ,,although there were hints of grey in his beard and long locks , Men from his era lived longer, except for the frequent unnatural death part, and were robust and considered in their prime until the latter years of their lives when they slowed down with full white hair,, but few ever made it that old. Axobongo was more tired than he should have been, bearing what seemed like extra pains, and he remembered this prompted him to think about age , and a retirement villa...
,,And there had been, for years since he re-met this Mitsche , a nagging feeling that something was askew from when first he had met Mitsche, so long ago under a banner of truce,, they spoke briefly on a hill after battle , just before the grueling months Axobongo spent in the taking of victory town from Mitsche who held it personally. Mitsche, was a little older, he thought, and both were in their prime, easy to say, though not young, for even back then Axobongo was nearing a respectable age when a chief as chief shaman must learn some final lessons in a trial beyond reach of these lands and world. Nonetheless,, this Mitsche who he spoke with years later was now bulbous and mishapen, , pasty white,,like dough , and Axobongo was always bewildered by the transformation that ,after a few years and many roads , had come over the man he met on that hill.
This nagged him often, and was on his mind during the ride ,,,so was it a dream? A dream manifested from his days thoughts, and weird wine?,, he decided to return after breakfast to the camp spot, and search for a sign of the soldiers ritual.
He searched and searched, how could his skills as a tracker be failing him? He had found no sign of them. no traces of the night before, where he saw at least 50 men, and a bright fire.. he thought to re-inspect his camp, but noticed there was a road nearby, and it had a caravan of wagons passing on it , ,, so he descended to investigate.
There, raising dust to the orange sky, was a Gypsii caravan trudging along a steep cliff off a narrow winding road, came 3 wagons , and pulling tethered livestock walking along with them, tinkling and clanking like a series of many off tuned cowbells with lovely chimes intermingled. Axobongo thought to ask these folk if they had seen any passing empire soldiers on this precarious road . He made his way to them.
They had seen nothing, and passed no persons for a day, had there been soldiers, they would have seen them, the steep face of this mountain was persistent along the way.
At this point , the High Chief decided to give up his hunt for Mfraanje. The loathsome Mfraanje was wounded, he knew that, for he had followed the blood drops along the tracks.
but he was too bewildered with being unsure if he had met Mitsche the night before or had it been a dream? Had it been a vision induced by foreign drink? "Damn those Gyluit mercenaries and their weird wine! my head swims in confusion!" ,
He thought about the place the Mitsche visage had referred to, and he knew where it was. And so resolved to go there after attending to a certain battle , He had begun chasing this wounded rat Mfraanje while leaving behind his duties , he needed to muster a defense , and hope they arrived in time to this southern town some called the Lathe of Heavyn ,
Lord Whome, would call it Loathe of Halving , for there Axobongo did ride in with excellent troops to kill off 3 determined nobles .
He had spent several hours with the Gypsii people, made love to some of their daughters who were of a blooming age , and sang and danced with them , he offered them lands if they so chose, but could not insure there would not be empire men to face in them , , ,,then he spoke in private with their chief, a very very old man. When he left them, he had a new vigor, and sped to his task. and arrived in time to end Whome's rampage in his lands in a definitive way .
That battle was the last incoming that the Axobongo settlements were aware of. As he roamed his lands, there were no reports of enemy troops anywhere. This was indeed odd, The Axo and Axoo were still being attacked, he had lost tens of thousands of troops , and a swathe of good forts and towns , and his good Barber~Surgeon and warrior, Swaathishree, had been killed at his home. There was still fight in the old chief, but he could not sustain the pace for much longer, the strain of war would inevitably take its toll ,for the enemy numbers were too awesome. But they halted their attacks. possibly for they too had lost troops, hundreds of thousands, and over a hundred famous nobles. and a well known Paladin.
He rode to seek shelter with his wimmin.. his Ladies, the Queens of Axoland, They were safe, and also the children fared well, His personal Villa was unharmed in its pristine mountain
location, near a crystal clear lake, warmed to an even temperature by thermal heat of deep lava flows, but not warm or hot, but a gentle cool that softened the summers heat, but also felt warm in the bite of winter .
Axobongo had spent a week in loving orgy with his wimmin, and relaxed on his wide wooden porch deck that was built upon the mountain edge to overlook the vastness of natures expanse , as the world seemed to roll down from there beside the lake. looking as if it came out of the lake like lava from a volcano ,,
Way off in the distance, he saw what looked like a million silver sparkles, ,, what strange effect of the light, he mused, a forrest of silverradollieth trees must be there , their leaves glistened brightly in sunlight on one side,, winds and sunlight must be causing the effect, it sometimes resembled the glints of light off of an armies helms and armor . something about it seemed unnatural,, etherial ..
,, But this could not be an army, it was too vast, spread too far over the woods .
He hoped to spend more time here, it was a large estate and wanted for nothing, for a brief while, until the inevitable attacks are renewed , he could enjoy the natural phenomena of his environment, walk without armor , and take a well deserved rest . And when the evening brings its cleansing rains, he will be in the warm embrace of a lovely woman under fur by his own hearth , soon there would be rebuilding to do. Later, attacks would return, but for now, he lived in the moment, and nothing could have tasted sweeter.
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Pub,
Axobongo on :37
i have heard that in holland , ducks say "Qvack-Qvack" , i know that in japan dogs bark "Wow Wow" (or "Wong Wong" depending,,) but if you listen,, 'wow wow' is closer than ''ruff ruff'' ,, ,,,
... ,, but qvack?
milly68 on :51
Axobongo wrote:
,,And milly,, Tap me a dark Frothy if you would, i got defender of the day award.. Frothies all around!!!
coming right up sir Axo
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A little Jaunt of Rangers on a Quest----- By Sillyus Maxine of the Pulp
"We have to go back to Old Axoland ,, up North , for this" said Axobongo, "Near a place called 'the Holy Grove'"
Milly's Barpub and Tavernlodge Inn smelled of cedar wood and stew, the sour smell of beer soaked floorboards and pipe tobacco and other burning things, tinged the the air with a sweet musk , which mingled tantalizingly with the smokey cedar and bobbling lunch in the large kettle.
The High Chief and some of his Chieftain generals would often meet in this remote village unknown by the empire where milly held his court, in all of millys towns, his tendency was to build the most inviting and comfortable pub houses ,for he would spend most of his free time in them , from where he would also tend to the needs of his people .
Nagel asked '' but will it still be there? The empire took its land of the Wooded Grove so long ago, the area has surely been scoured thoroughly by now"
" its still there'' Axobongo answered knowingly. '' The Hidden Palace is a charmed place"
indeed it was, in the old days it was filled with dancing and oiled wimmin and pools of honey, mirth and revelry , music and splendor. it had but one entrance, a 5 foot round hole at the base of a steep cliff, shrouded by conglomeration of large rock and stone , sealed from within by a massive boulder fashioned to roll into place. the cave doorway led you along a passageway to a wide open cavern half of which opened up to natural sky, over 200 feet high the rock face of the inner chamber gave way to fresh air. like being within a volcano.. and perhaps it was. Spring water ran down its walls and collected in a small pond at its further rim. And it was elaborately decorated, finely carved pillars adorned it with arches and swirling designs to give it a rich texture of harmony between rocky nature and human artistry.
Fatmanrunnin of Omen , after many years of little contact with his old Chief Axobongo, steered his retinue for a happy reunion.
He had been ranging the land and came to Ogham Cow for a visit. and he brought news.
The Axu Standing Stones had begun humming.
Way up North in Old Axoland these mysterious stones had stood for time out of memory. Placed there by ancient hands The significance of the humming was known in the Stones Lore of the Axo Druids, but the ancient texts, carved in stone, were hidden deep away in the Hidden Palace , under one of the 7 sacred relics of The Axo,, a Shield , in its center inbedded a very unique round gem stone, like smokey amber in tone, yet no sword could chip it nor mark it. there was no other like it to be found in the world.
To retrieve these texts and Shield, which was highly recommended by a very old Druid , Axobongo would have to undertake a long journey back to the old world. Vordan and his chieftains insisted he not go alone, and they debated a plan to travel in small groups, through the heart of the empire lands on the long journey overland , or take the sea voyage to the point when it became unsafe,, and make the long journey through the oppressed lands of Mfraanje and Road Kills. Also a long journey, and groups of men traveling through Omens densest zones would not get far uninspected .
And then
- Milly said he wanted to go, Flapsinthewind, Nagel, Vordan Roid all would travel with their Chief, and a handful of some of their elite guard each too. some 50 men in all, and yet for much of the journey , they would ride divided in groups of 3 or 4 , so as not to attract attention.
-They rode through the first leg of their journey together.
- Coming to Mazulites castle , they discovered she was away, gone to the main forum house of Omen , being indoctrinated into the empire and surrendering her people. She had been beaten down and blockaded from her ships , only 3 castle towns of her holdings remained, her people had suffered greatly . all hope was lost, so she did as a Chieftessqueen and saved her people , for she was well respected by many omen High Lords and was offered wealth instead of death, given a seat among them and Title. Her people were to be spared, but her customs would be made illegal.
They did not know she planned to one day evacuate all her people on her ships. Then , some months later, she did, after killing Heinrichs Jerassu , who made the foolish mistake of trying to rape her, and soon found his balls and manhood stuffed deep in his own bruised mouth before he died slowly sobbing as a baby and choking on his undersized peepee while she beat him on a cold autumn night ,, she fought her way through to her ships and did just that, brought her people to freedom in her own homelands far over the sea.
-Through Asgaurds land they went peaceably , lord Asgaurd had an unruly bunch of generals, who had even taken over one of Axobongos towns, for there were desolate regions in some of Asgaurds holdings, and those from there so loved the gentle mountain climbs and richness of Axobongos holdings along the Nascarlipstick mountain range to the hills of Arrggh , they would often storm through, but at Beefheart Town they decided to stay. So Asgaurd, who had fought with Axobongo in days gone by, granted them free passage as recompense .
-Nagel Axobongo and Vordan traveled together , they all had traversed the land as rangers, off the roads , in groups of 4 or 5 men, destined for the giant waterfalls of Mambospuma found at the heart of the world.. but a little to the left.
-Vordan was shopping for beets and herbs in the open market of Mambospuma Laketown when he saw a man fly out of the second story window of the inn they were staying, the man landed on the roof of some market stalls and crashed them to ground. Axobongo and Nagel had gotten into a brawl with Empire men.. a friendly drunken fist fight, at first, but graduated into a bloody mess.
a light unit of 10 Empire guardsmen were sprawled dead and beaten in a crashing ruckus. the alarm was spread ,, a mad escape on horseback led them laughing to a horse ferry over the river, which was tethered to a rope that straddled each bank. a rope that was cut before they made the other side , causing them to drift downstream to likely crash on the river banks and be easily retrieved by those who followed the trio, or killed by the archer among them, or drown in the water.
But there were long poles on board, Vordan took one up and the others joined him, they managed to stave off crashing yet floated half hazardly out of control , much further down stream than was anticipated by he who sliced the ferries rope with his Long-sword.
An embankment on a sharp bend they saw was a destined crash, so they mounted their nervous steeds and prepared for the worst. The crash threw them, Nagel made it ashore in a mighty leap of his horse, Axobongo was dismounted by the fall and crashing ferry wood to his horse and right side and floundered in the rapids, but found a root of a swamp tree to grasp, and pull himself to dry land,
Vordan fell to water still mounted, and held on to his struggling mare as she bravely made for shore,, but was swept further along where Axobongos splinter wounded horse was half floating , half flailing through the fiercer rapids beyond. Voran guided his mount in the water as he could, pulling hard left on her reigns in an attempt to head her to a cluster of rock. He spoke to her in the oldie tongue and she focused on her task, they hit the rocks hard , but she fought her way up them and over them, her front leg got caught between stones and a bone cracked, but she drove through and made it to the grassy land.
Axobongos -steed was lost. Vordans wounded , Nagel came riding up and saw his High Chief laying on his back of the muddy bank and catching his breath. Axobongo propped himself up, and pointed towards Vordan, nagel spotted him down the long embankment and rode to him. He was tending to the cracked bone,,
"She will live" he said somberly " But she needs care, i can't have her carry me now"
It was decided Nagel would ride carrying Vordan and guide the wounded horse, in hopes to give her to someone who could help the mare recuperate .
- Axobongo was left alone for two days, in which time he smelled smoke, and left the site to find a cottage of a family of hermits. They co existed , but they would not speak to each other. They lived in separate rooms of the edifice and shared a garden, and the father or son would hunt and leave portions of their kills for the other family members to collect if they wanted to. but otherwise seldom interacted.
So Axobongo visited each of them in turn, but not the father, for he was away hunting. The oldest son was polite, but uninterested in anything the Axo Chief was talking about, he remained focused on his crochet . He suggested Axobongo speak with the others of his family . and so he did, The mother and two sisters. The youngest sister was ill mannered , and not politely asked him to leave, she was uninterested in the goings on of the world not interested in his plight
The older sister was well built and beautiful. Graced by long golden hair, , her tan body was of the juiciest soft and toned texture he had ever seen. she had the long nose and haunting eyes of the northern wimmin, She sensed his spritz , said to him not a word, but reached out and touched him, a gentle kiss on his neck and a firm grasp below his belt. This began a series of passionate coupling that did not end until the morning light,. when then Axobongo decided to introduce himself. They spoke for hours and laughed at tiny things. Her name was Alerisha ,she bathed him lovingly and fed him well.
Dressed in furs as Alerisha washed his clothes , he took in the fresh outside air and and warm sun through the high pine trees, then spotted the mother plucking carrots in the garden.
She was a strongly built and handsome woman. her long hair twisted in a thick braid, he made his introduction and inquiries to her formally, she invited him in to her kitchen,, where she offered him to share her drink, a distilled concoction from woodland berries. and it was strong. She told him of a bridge that would take him to the falls , and explained the rout. then it got weird, she began exposing herself and talking incoherently , insisting that he insert things between her butt cheeks for her to suspend with them, like candlesticks or walt whitman or pancake batter,or a duck.
Axobongo then took his leave, but could not find Alerisha with his clothes . He looked by the river ,
Nagel and Vordan had found a road, they travelled for hours before finding a farm , and lucky for Vordans horse , the farmers father was a horse healer . But these folk had not a horse to sell , the Chieftains would have to buy , or otherwise 'acquire' a pair elsewhere. They rode the road, and down it some arrows came hissing out of the woods, they strangely all missed their mark, vordans cloak had folds in it that managed to deflect two arrows, and a decorative upper rim to his boot led an arrowhead point to lodge in front of his shin rather than in it. Nagels thick leather shoulder strap deflected one arrow and the one that stuck in it only pierced his skin but a half inch on his back , a saddlebag took two more arrows, and two went into his horses neck , a third into her hoof, another hit Nagels sheathed sword , and another three whizzed by.
Nagel made it two archers only, and turned the panicking horse stallion towards them, he charged and Vordan leapt from the back of the mount and neatly rolled to his feet with a small double axe pulled from his bag, he got his bearings on the second archer and threw the throwing axe of Eno , which sliced through the archers knee, nearly severing his leg in half . With his knee gone his aim was shaky, he lost his concentration in the pain, this Guy wasn't going to be shooting anything ( his name was Guy of Osbourne ) , Vordan was running up the slope towards him with his dagger pulled .
Nagel rode the slope around trees to avoid a clear shot , and toppled the archer who fell to dodge the horses onslaught Nagel was off the horse and had the man sliced and pierced in moments. Vordans knee free ex archer was put out of his misery, and some men were charging them both on foot. These were rogues , highwaymen , desperate men in hard times . Swords drawn, Nagel found himself fighting two of them, as Vordan approached to confront a third . Nagel swirled and low sliced the thighs of one of them , stopped his motion then like a spring, stabbed the heart of the other, pulling out his sword from the chest to chop out the neck of the other in one fluid move.
it looked as if four more were rushing upon them, Vordan picked up the archers bow and dropped to his knee next to the quiver His arrows took down the lead man, and wounded another one. the other two quickly dodged behind trees, Nagel smiled, and urged to fetch up the bow of the other man (Guy) but the clash of swords happened first. Vordan pulled the sword from his back , and clashed with the other as he made his attack. These rogues were good with their swords, veterans of war no doubt, the four men fought an earnest battle , the two that ended up dead were not Nagel or Vordan ,
They spotted another two men up the hill, stopped in their tracks, one had turned and ran , but the other stared for some seconds more, Nagel picked up the bow, and the other man turned to leave, but quick as that ,Nagel had fired , and hit the tree squarely in it.
"Damn " he said dryly.
the man was fading from view into the shadow, Nagel fired again ... it looked like a well anticipated good shot, until the last part , where it missed,,
"aw, c'mon" said Nagel frowning into his nose.
Vordan was chortling a few chuckles. for it tickled his toes,
Nagel said "Heh, guess i wont be livin' that one down soon"
For he once earned a golden cup for archery, in the Tourney games of Noon . (Every three years, some Axo clans would compete in honor of Noon , Who lived in the sun).
Nagels horse was badly wounded, its shoulder had taken an arrow as well as its neck and he was losing blood. They extracted the arrows skillfully, and gauzed the cuts They knew they would
ride this poor beast to its death, if they had to . but they walked with it for now.
They didn't get far, the horse needed rest, and dusk was arrived.
They camped, and told ghost stories.
The next day, The horse was dead, they walked and approached a Hamlet, the Hamlet of Gimlet , and discovered empire men hassling the folk there in a cruel and oppressive manner . Papoomios men, eight of them. not bad odds,,, they used the bows and four of the kingdukes men were down and dead. Vordan was soon upon one of their horses , and Nagel was fighting two others , while two were riding up, one with a lance.
Nagel killed the two, Vordan cut one down from his mount, but the lance came, it did not pierce, but dismounted him, he hit hard on his back,, Nagel came just in time to deflect the death blow of the lance.
and pull it from the rider. then swung it arouned and got a stab into the riders gut.
A bit of blood splurted outwardsly in a thin gush . he fell back, etc. ... They had their horses.
Axobongo , dressed in the finest of hermit furs, had walked along the riverside , and found himself surrounded by about ten empire men, they were taunting him , thinking him a hermit or trapper .
They were there for the fishing , mainly to steal fish from any fishermen passing on boats. One of the empire men was angrily hostile, and had kicked Axobongo to the ground , Axobongo picked up a stone, cupping it, and punched a jaw breaking uppercut into the mans approach. Who fell to his back twitching and his hands closing up in a reflex. he threw the stone at the head of another and toppled him.
Then he pulled his sword from under his furs and the fight, eight startled men came unevenly towards the Axo Chief, he took down three in a lovely way. and then stabbed the gut of the man he had first knocked out, then ran towards their wagons as the others charged him , feeling he'd fare better in close quarters, he leapt into a wagon, Then, a crazy notion overcame him, and he swooped up the reigns
and whipped the horses to a run. The empire men gave chase,
When Axobongo hit the main road, Nagel and Vordan were riding up towing a third horse. they quickly jumped into the empire men, and Axobongo halted his wagon and joined in the fight. it soon ended.
_ Later they travelled a good distance with Nagel and Vordan in empire uniforms, and Axobongo in his furs, posing as a prisoner, they marveled at the 'civilized' empire and its developments, and the amazing architecture built by slaves.. They made the next reunion point with the others, now only 39 men arrived
-Milly and Flapsinthewind had made their way without incident. they waited a week, but the other eleven men didn't arrive.
-Roid had some trouble, and lost a man, he had to fight Poparoni\s men in a chance meeting of a captain who recognized him as an Axoman .
-They decided to find uniforms , and dress all in empire clothes, and attempt to travel together
-This worked for awhile. till it didn't. They met a brigade in the city of Zafnakian ,of Lord Papoomio , and were approached to prove their orders and be assigned duties. They failed the interview , were discovered , and had to fight and attempt escape. ten of the Axomen were cut down. and the rest were captured, except for Milly and three of his guard.
They were taken west , in chains to be interrogated by the Kingdukes top inquisiatrist , Milly followed. They were hearded into a ship. Milly attacked it by riding ahead of it down river, and dropping from a bridge oily fire balls of a concoction invented by pre Grecian Axo's in the age of animal fat technology advancements . The hull burned fiercely and the ship was forced to ground.
Milly and his archers picked of many of the guards who werent burnt. and reduced them in half. he slipped away, and they divided themselves in sending a party to hunt them down.
Milly and his three men rafted over the river at nightfall, those hunting them had not yet returned, and they stealthily assassinated several of those guarding the prisoners and repairing the fire damage before the alarm was raised. the 4 of them fought twelve men,, and one of Milly's guard was punctured in vital organs, and met his demise.
Milly then faded into the dark of the wood. the eight of the remaining guards nervously stood watch. three were later cut down by arrows. the other five ran to hide within the ship. their captain was dead, and their other leader was still hunting him in the dark of the woods on the other side of the bridge.
This seemed a fair fight to Milly, 3 Axomen vs. 5 Empire men. he raided them. the 3 prevailed.. and the prisoners were set free.
they took the ship, which was damaged, and leaking, but worthy for awhile..
- later. several things happened. Disguised,, except for Axobongo, still in his furs, for with his wild hair and beard, would not likely pass for a northern empire man, they found themselves escorted by a large troop of Mfraanje men, who thought they were helping their own deliver the famous Axobongo to their Lord. who was on his way to formally visit the Kingdukes and Parade of troops to a yearly gathering of lords meant to flaunt their power to the masses, in the northern lands of Mitsche.
- The fecal cult, which Mitsche himself was trying to ban, but which Mfraanje himself was now the leader,, along with Jerassu and Poledra, had banned procreative interaction with wimmin,, while animals were allowed and considered appropriate . Vordan, Nagel, and Roid were called to escort Axobongo to the tent of Mfraanje when once they met up with his caraven of soldiers. They and the Mfraanje troops with them were made to wait outside the tent for awhile. Roid slipped to the side for a peek, and saw a most disturbing sight.
It seems Mfraanje was so excited by the opportunity to torture his nemesis Axobongo, he felt he could finally have an arousal .. with much struggle, his attendant was working all he could and it seems mfraanje managed enough of a half hardened hope, that he began buggeing the prince who attended him,, Roid knew this prince,, it was Dustin Leighton. he quietly informed the others, and what next happened will ever be remembered in Axo lore.
They quickly and quietly used their daggers to kill the 5 guardsmen awaiting audience with them, and cut Axobongos bonds, threw him a sword, and charged into the tent.
Dustin screamed like a girl, and Vordan hacked off his hand as he fumbled for a sword, Axobongo made for Mfraanje and kicked him soundly in the jaw, Mfraanje toppled over the horse manure that was his love bed,
The Axo Chief made him stand before knocking him down again with his fist, Nagel had conked Dustin hard, giving him a concussion, and he lay there sprawled like a sprawled out thing,, perhaps a sprawled out plucked chickes,, or sprawled out giant toad,, but sprawled out was he. and writhing in a daze of pain. Axobongos boot was now on Mfraanjes neck, holding the cur to the ground. His sword point now resting firmly in Mfraanjes eye socket.
"Dont kill him, old friend" Vordan said softly " we could a hostage to make good our escape"
Axobongo saw the logic of this, and though it pained him to stay his blade..he... oh hell, he cut the bastards midriff in a quick blow that made Mfraanje spill his intestines to the floor. As mfraanje writhed there, trying to hold his tumbling guts in place,, Axobongo looked up at his stunned men,, and just said "oops" .
"Shit " said Vordan
Nagel had to laugh,
Roids mouth was agape
The sounds of boots running were rapidly approaching the tent. "Maybe we should go" Axobongo said
" oh, you think!??" said Vordan,
Nagel cut through the back tent, and they ran for the others, spotting a corral of Horses, they opened the gait, and mounted those they could,, when they made the tents where the others lodged,, alarm horns were already sounding. Soldiers began scrambling in confusion, All the Axo's save two found a mount, and they sped into the night on the main road and away.
They were followed, but these men went off road , and had the knack and superior ability to become their surroundings when in the deepest wood, they were always at home there, even with eyes closed, they could navigate woodlands more swiftly than any others of the world. Axos were said to be born of the skill, but really it was a combination of their lifelong loving interaction with nature, Traditional teachings and Druid lore that trained them to their fuller potentials.
Thirty five men were they,From here, their journey would be very treacherous .
So they only travelled at night. Flapsinthewind nearly got them discovered when he made his way to town, one morning unable to sleep based on primal needs. He had found a Love-House of wimmin delights in a town some miles from their camp.. and so took a fine helping attended by five of their best.
investigating captains hunting them saw his horse and its brand , and barged in , Flaps had to fight, he killed three of them, then leaped from the window. and escaped on foot. then climbed a tree. They scoured the area in vain , even into the night , never spotting him, it was not till morning, Flaps showed up on foot, exhausted. it cost them a nights travel, but he returned with information that greatly aided them , from the girls he had ravished .
-Later, they finally made it to the Hidden Palace. in the lands of The Wooded Grove, home of the Holy Grove, home of the hidden palace in the cave..
- They had to first fight a terrible battle at the gates of a long wall mitsche had had built that spanned over a hundred miles. The Axos knew not why, but has always felt it had something to do with their tribe. The battle left them down to fifteen men.
-it was a beautiful place in the palace, they stayed and enjoyed it for a week. Axobongo had entered it with secret knowledge, as he raised the shield from its hidden place with secret knowledge.
- They also gathered certain mushrooms and mistletoes and other herbs special to those lands to bring back. Along with the sacred texts.
" So, if we get these back to the Druid circle at Ogham Cow , its believed a power vortex we can create that will save the Axo and spell out a doomsday for the empire,, " Axobongo said as he looked curiously at the relic and texts. "This i have been taught from a young age.."
Nagel tilted his head, " its amazing that in coming Southwest, we discovered one of the most ancient holy ritual sites of our ancestors... do you really think that was chance?"
"Twas will" said Vordan.
"Fate" said Roid
"A legend within a legend" said Flapsinthewind
"i'm thirsty" Milly said.
"T'would be nice to be back at your lovely tavern" Axobongo said, Milly smiled, and pulled out a Bladder of Guinness elixer he had been saving for this occasion .
They elected to make it west to the riverlands of Biruksland , Where Biruk himself had once made a voyage from inland, along the rivers and out to open sea. . and was one of the first of old Axoland to found a castle stronghold in the same southwest area where Axobongos land was now.. However, Biruk had died shortly after. and it was awhile before Axobongo and Nagel made their way to break ground on a new Axo foundation.
-It was strange how they met up with Mitsche, worthy of another tale all together. But it came down to Axobongo dressed if his Furs, with his wide brimmed hat, Talking to an Emperor Kingduke of the Omenii , in full dress and golden crown, on the edge of a very high cliff in old Axoland.
Mitsche told him that Lord WhomePoledra was fuming and obsessed these days with Axobongos demise,, he had been sending hundreds upon hundreds of troops to their deaths at Axobongos lands that he screamed and cried in the courts of Omen to find allies in completing a death sentence on the High Chief of The Axo , Fewer and fewer Omen Lords were willing to attack him these days. Mitsche and Papoomio were not willing to cross some of these powerful lords, but Mitsche said he would send an escort with the Axo group , that he was rather enjoying the High Chiefs audacity.
Moreover, Axobongo realized that his vision of meeting Mitsche those long months ago was not a dream brought on by the strange wine of some traveling mercenaries.
Their escort was Hundreds of thousands of men, The Axoman quietly tucked within them , passed through all the hostile lands undetected. Axobongo mused that if their druids succeeded in unleashing the deep magic. not only would The Axo tribe survive,, but some doom would take hold of the world, fleets of ships were being prepared and 'acquired' in Axoland waters. . because no one really knew what would happen,, but that legend spoke of something emerging from the AXU Standing Stones.
Fatmanrunnin was from a very old strain of indigenous peoples of Axo ancestry, a clan who lived in more harmony with the land, nomadic in nature, and non-impacting of the environment.. but all these many years of war , and his entrance (in an honorable way) into the empire, has them now more of a refined social class. ( and their coffers filled with wealth)
yet many of your people prefer to hold on to their ethnic heritage of their ancestry. Flapsinthewind and coolsummer both are linked with those clans of Fatmanrunnin
They are Omennerss now, but half of them consider themselves Axo. Fatmanrunnin and Axobongo shared the battlefield many times. from the great wars to the defense of the dear old Wizard of Ism. Fatman was always loyal to his tribe, thus his empire, for it was with good grace Axobongo gave him leave to enter into the service of Onoez. for years, they seldom spoke or saw one another. But Fatman was drawn to visit Axobongo, after hearing how his legend had spread among the Omen Empire. They embraced as brothers that day that a ranging Fatman showed up at Ogham Cow, and brought the news of the humming of the Axu Standing Stones.
He and his Paladin , Sir Krull ,( who was a fierce berserker in his youth, but over time , learned of more Noble intentions) and a fine retinue of AxOmenii ( Omenners of Axo ancestry were so thusly called) stayed at Ogham to help in its defenses. Mfraanje men were attacking, and Fatmanrunnin so loathed this Scumlord that he cherished the upcoming battles. Whomepoledra sent disruptor attacks ahead of Mfraanjes men, and Krull was deeply wounded,, he managed to survive, and they beat off the attacks. he escaped death along with Fatman that day, who vowed to return with even more men than before.
Krull was of the toughest stock, he recovered, and managed to fight again, several battles would devour Poledras men before Axobongos return.
Back in Axoland, Times were hard going. Four of Axobongos southern towns fell due to his absence, some of his nobles and lords and Axo Lords were also lost..
Whomepoledra had managed to whip up some support for his plans, but the bulk of his men were being destroyed in Axoland.warriors from around the world were joining the battles here. for Axoland was where the last of the mighty tribes that opposed Empire were fighting. the worlds climax was taking place here.
The lead Druid opened the sacred texts, he gazed at them for a span,, the old tongue was not so well remembered nowadays,, he frowned in concentration,,
"what does it say?" inquired another.
"hmm" The old Druid started,, " i think it says... hmmm"
"What?" they implored..
" it seems to say,,: ' ..See you in the funny papers..') "
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cssjhs on 07.2011 at 05:59
seriously time how long it takes you to write these
Axobongo on .07.2011 at 05:24
5 to 10 minutes,, that long one took about a half hour..
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AAAHhhh,,§lurrp,, Good one Mills ,,
Well, that was just one hell of an adventure,, i just got back from a long and harsh journey beyond.. reunited with some of my dearest relics, walked through treachery and battle, i am scathed, but have finally arrived, with all my things , in one place.. and i am in one piece, although i have suffered some losses.
Real life parallels Tw.. in both, there is a threshold of a new beginning,, in both, the bleakest times were managed and thwarted,, in both, i am goddamn victorious!! lol,, ( tap me another!!)
the news so far, Nagel, Ako, and Css are missing, i don't know if they will be allowed to restart. , whats restarting matter if the world is over in a week ? they should be allowed to log in but not run a village.
Most of the Omen Lords are laying off me,, except for a determined few,, Whome, who is the loathesome Poledra, screams in the forums to rally Omenners to come for my head, he has sent everything at me over the week, maybe several hundred of thousands of troops to disrupt,, landing hourly,, attacks by all manner of units, HC,, Spears.. sometimes nobles,, but piles upon piles of his troops have died at my gates.. I have 4 pages of reports all victories against his nukes after nukes. . . as i have rallied some support , he is in a fury. and has lost a mountain of men. heinrichs/jerasu , Mfraanje, they are all losing their troops in swathes
So, here i am, the worlds climax battles are fought here, in Axoland, against your own Chief. . and i will prevail, my dear friends,, for you , for me,, for those precious ones lost to us,, for the wise and honorable within the Empire.. for those of the Noble spirit.
Slainte! One and All,, Axo-Go-Braugh!! Long Live Us! Long may we be remembered. Let the other worlds know this thing has been done! Dispite a genocide plan,, at least one man on this world has made it without 1 tribe change,, Born an Axo, ends an Axo,, Once an Axo, you will all be always One.
HOOOooOoRRAAAAAHHhh!!
( another round on me!!)
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Some Fates , Passing of Mates ,from the time of Lates------Bardic Lore of Ogham Cow
The mighty Nagel was suddenly gone, Axobongos brother in arms had lost his final stronghold,
His leg was badly wounded, but Nagel still eluded ,and elswhere he would grow old.
Some Mazulite fleets did set sail, Axobongos ships would trail, Nagel was sent to found a new Axo fold
Prince Css, had lost his test, He awoke to find he was dead, Axes chopped him to bits in the cold,
in pieces the young prince will now ne'er get old , for he feeds the worms and crows by a mountain road.
Hector of the Axoo , Our sister tribal clan, became a beaten man, the other Lords had met their end
strung up by their necks, or dusted in the wind.
Hector , alone on oxback , returned to the high snowy mountains too far for Omenners to track.
ROID of the Blue Magpie, saw the last of his personal troops die, all were slaughtered by Morg the Rat
we knew not where his body was at, only that , it was bereft of breath,
mayhaps taken as a prize ? to rot without eyes in Morgs personal hall of death
Vordan had no more troops to give, for now, only a handful did live,
He would join the ships, and fight no more, and later meet Axobongo, on a new and brighter shore
Axobongo had stayed, to see WhomePoledra flayed, For 6 months later, he took the scum lords head
His lands & his tribe would be granted life, the only tribe to survive the strife.
The High Chief would join his mates, by ships set sail at later dates.
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A broken lily, with edges frilly, and the Sailing of Milly------------ by WaddlyWoogle of the Brimble Patch
And then they came for Milly, and things for Milly got spilly ,
Guts spilled, throats emptied, sculls opened, limbs fell willy nilly ,
His Tavern got crispy charred, from his favorite bar he was barred,
Angrim played his card, But missed the kill of the filly of Milly
Who Milly rode for Nagels ship , and through the shipyard,
Bid Axobongo farewell, these partings are hard.
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~~Ditties of lost Axonas~~~
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Maarjo, took a hard road so fario------ Ahato Khaki of the Seven Delights
He was a mighty fighty Axo lord , o Maarjo was he,
He braved mighty fights, with Hector and his Chief,
that turned the tides , for Mfraanjes greed,
He made the Scum Lord bleed,
He lost his towns in terrible rounds,
And rode his horse to the east,
omen lords had hunted him down,
And killed his magnificent beast,
He toppled to ground,
And there was found,
By Mitsche the KingDuke he
His severed head and broken limbs
Mitsche captains did all agree,
Was hard to get, Maarjo fought hard to death
And dead he was,as it was o' so plain to see.
His broken sword had stabbed and gored ,
Great numbers of the en-em-yy
It now lay floored, and Maarjo cored
His blood poured out, and washed to Sea
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O' Searus , the empire fear us, Axo fire does hear us----- Drogo Owlfich of Kindling house
Searus, finally fell, in the time of obsessive greed,
When The scum Lords of Omen dictated the need,
To wipe the slate, of any non-omen breed,
Morg raided his camp, of the undying fire,
the Censer spilled, the flame rose higher,
Searus and his men, fought back to back
Their swords took 100 men of morgs attack
Flames surrounded, the dry woods set ablaze,
Searus fought on, through the smoke and haze,
Morg got burnt and scarred that terrible day
A vast ancient woodland, was charred away,
Searus in the blaze, did not return
They say within the fire, he did not burn,
But lives now within it , wherever its found
in campfire or hearth, when you hear the crackling sound,
It is he, laughing under the ashes mound.
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Last lords of Axoland---------Bob , 1st scribe to Gitmo of The Holly
Flapsinthewind and Vordan , the last two Axo lords standin'
Along with Axobongo of the Land,
They fought beside him to the end,
The High Chief of the Axo , one day
Bid these two to set sail away,
A fine warrior was flaps,
So many he killed with his big battleaxe
To found a new home, for the Axo to be
In some peaceful land beyond the wet Sea
He was now charged
with the responsibility
And Axobongo, now all alone,
Favored by the Empire Kingdukes of old
Protected from death at the scumlords hand
He'd later kill them, before leaving the land.
The Axu Standing Stones would come to life
And wash the world of its unbidden strife
Before it was gone, he would sail away
But the legend of the Axo, would never go astray.
22.07.2011 at 22:34
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~Ditties of Lost Axonas~~~~ Frothbeard of the Wood Sprite
Coolsummer discovered a bummer,
His pancreas got misplaced
A lance hit his spine
He was pierced from behind
Some guts evacuated their place
His pancreas came out of the front with grace
and dangled on the lancepoint before his face.
25.07.2011 at 09:10
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Final Days and The strange Success of Axobongo----
----- By Gringo LividhoffschumenblatzenwafflemarketspringherfmosonilkMc'calhoonVonsprigblurttingfartmarshwhopple of Ulm
Strange days came to Axoland,
Vordan , The Green Knight, famed far and wide, stood before his ship on the docks with Axobongo , It would be the last time they would see each other in these lands, and some years before they would meet again. The wild wet ocean was calm, The water was a great spirit. The High Chief contemplated their final words to one another,
"Thank you my friend, for staying with me to the end, you are now a keeper of the deep Axo secrets, and i trust you will found a new land for us beyond. We will meet again at the ordained place , maintain a watch there every Mabon time ,until then ,, best fishes, it has been a privilege to be your Chief . May you let the world know there is magic , may you discover it where you go." said Axobongo.
Vordan smiled and replied;
"To hang with you for while has been my priviledge. Magic in this world surrounds us, every birth is a miracle, every death a transformation. Each moment is like water flowing unable to be grasped by the hand but potentially satisfying."
He bid his friend farewell on his watery voyage, then rode back to Axoland, feeling alone and somber.
And so it came to be that Axobongo would meet with the Kingdukes of the Omen , Papoomio and Mitsche .
He was the last High Chief of the world, his chieftains now either dead or gone far . Only a handful of tribes and their lords remained,
There were the mysterious Perezofors , led by Sakura , and the Doctor. And The Rising Sun Tribe led by Moonpuppy , now that Lewis the Lion was killed. The USFians had now been reduced to chief Yakov ,
lord Voldimort of the Vis people held on. And Dazant led a band of his tribe who called themselves the Heavyweight Champions. And of ~SC~ , Jonnyboy was the last to be hunted.
And there were the tribeless wild lords , noble in their right, and fought the empire to the end ,,, They were: Mzakria , Rico , Whans , Xkyron and Blue Sam. and that was it.
Axobongo held the strongest castles and strongholds, several of which held mighty armies of the last of the great warriors of the world, Fatmanrunnin, Asgaurd and Lady Arwen all contained within their ranks Axo bloodlines and customs secretly practiced. And these Noble Lords of the empire, allowed their Axo sympathetic troops to go to their aid in defense .
Fatmanrunnin and Axobongo stayed near each others side these days, for the great battles were anticipated to be coming any day, even as they struggled defending Axo northern towns and shedding blood together at Ogham Cow. Nearly beaten down 3 or 4 times, they managed to cut off noble tries by the empire and recreate a stronger defense. Fatmanrunnin would not betray the Empire, but he would defend a friend.
Mitsche had surrounded Axobongos estate with a half a million men, and more were arriving daily. He had promised Axobongo protection to that one Domain , and yet Axobongo felt uneasy, although Mitsches men had held true, and destroyed many empire men sent by the Scum branch of Omen, those of the Fecal cult, Mainly Poledrawhome , who Axobongo suspected Mitsche had a double edged intention, for he had admitted to the Axo Chief that he had to appease lords such as these , and had not the control of his empire he once had, so maybe there were political reasons for this slaughter of scumlord troops in Axoland. Or maybe it truly was that Mitsche had grown to respect this Axobongo and his fierce opposition from the old days to now. Axobongo knew he would discover the truth soon, for the empire was preparing to mount a mighty push against Axobongo .
Staggering numbers of empire men fell, over a million in a weeks time, and around 200,000 a day across Axoland , for the High Chiefs defenses were intricately woven into the land. and his castles were built in techniques unique to Axo design ,so it was quite hard going for the Empire men.
It was said in the end, many lords banded together in the Omen forums, and called for the head of Axobongo, and some of the wise who spoke up for him argued he be spared and left to enhance the world with the Ancient Axo secrets he had kept ( for many, even of the empire had come to learn of Axo culture). But it was proposed that he either join or die , and all knew what that meant, an Axo High Chief could never surrender his people to the torturous ways of the empire, he could not as he could not cut off his own genitalia for to save his life. Mitsche and papoomio , however, showed a weakness in leadership, and agreed for the vote.
The results were not favorable for the Axo High Chief. He would be offered to surrender and join the Empire, or be condemned to death. All he loved would be outlawed either way. But the graceful Kingdukes gave the Axo Chief a last final honor of being allowed to choose.
Papoomio was made to wait a day for Axobongos response, knowing what to do, he delayed the audience with the Kingdukes of Omen to prepare some defenses in ThistleThwait , and sent his nobles to rally the hidden strongholds.
Axobongo had four days to survive the onslaught , then the rituals of the Druids would be complete , and coincidentally, the ending date of all war in the world, as was dictated by the gods of the worldmakers.
all would lay down their swords at this point, even every Omen Lord would comply to this ancient command. a time of non violence was pre ordained and generations of w45 population grew up with the knowledge of it. It would not be done for respect to the Gods,, but fear. Doomsday was prophesied if any individual broke the order. Some believed it would be impossible to break , as no weapon would be allowed to be used. hands would burn, or fighters become paralyzed if any attempts were made.
So in four days, the new age would begin, and most of Omen were determined to kill Axobongo before that time. Mfraanje troops came, for revenge over the death of their loathsome leader , Poledrawhome himself joined in the battle. At Ogham cow he took to the field, he had lost such vast numbers of troops, that now he was struggling and his troop counts were visibly lacking. He still had many attacking Sinapse on the Twine, and facing Mitsche troops at Axobongos Estate, perhaps he should have brought more to Ogham Cow.
Axobongo and Fatmanrunnin spotted his Royal banner. and devised a plan to cut him off Fatmanrunin wedged through his left flank and the Royal brigade, Axobongo rode in on the right, and sent archers at their back.
Poledrawhome had no choice but to face Axobongo directly, But half of Fatmans forced doubled back and cut down the bulk of Poledra's troops, His front force was now turning from the walls to come to his aid, and Fatmanrunnin would hold them at bey , although outnumbered.
Axobongo and his escort met with the escort and personage of the wicked Poledra, The two Lords would fight each other that day, Axobongo with his Axe in one hand , and a sword in the other, Poledra had his sword and shield bearing the crest of his Fecal House, an image of a a bare human bottom at its top , with four brown turds falling from it , with a human mouth at the base open to catch them.
They clashed, Axobongo pounded the shield with both weapons, until he got a side swipe with his battleaxe and hooked its edge, he was able to tear it from Poledras grip that way , and his sword found its way into poledra exposed shield arm . Poledra got a swipe at Axobongo, and grazed the Chiefs side, drawing blood but not of any depth to threaten the Axo man.
Axobongo allowed him to stand, they crossed swords in a vigorous battle, Axobongo deflecting a deathstroke by Poledra with his axe, allowing him to plow his sword up into Poledras armpit at the armors gap.
Poledras eyes opened wide, as in shock. Axobongo swung his axe in a downstroke and cut through his enemies collarbone and between armor and chin, the armor around Poledras neck was cut through eight inches down, He fell to his knees vomiting , and The Axo Chief let him twitch in pain and opted not to honor him with an agony ending act of mercy.
The rest of Poledras men were nearly beaten. A mighty force had emerged from Ogham gates and finished the job. Poledras men would continue attacking at most of Axobongos castles .
Axobongo was delayed another day, to meet with Papoomio who stood on a hill near the eastern border of Axoland patiently enjoying the fresh air while his troops stood ready. Mitsche was there too, often seen in riding in solitude or gazing out towards the west. He knew the humming stones of the north, and the age of the war ban were adding up to something devastating. He had feared a terrible vision he once had in his alchemic absorptions , of Axobongo killing him , he believed he had taken steps to prevent it, and yet, was unsure that his inability to control his empire lords wouldn't be the factor of the undesired destiny. Like a chess master, he played his hand, and through empire legalities he was able to manage killing empire men at the foot of the Axobongo Estate, and not pay a penalty, his troops were known to be there, and those who sent knew what they would meet. Those who tried were the ones Axobongo called the Scum lords , the Fecallians.
Mfraanje, Poledrawhome, Dustin , Poparoni , BigHowlingcrap , Enderged, Otto , Zemun , were the main Scumlords opposing Axobongo , others were out there performing a worldwide ethnic genocide .
At 3 days from Warban day, or Doomsday according to some prophets, There were only 7 Chiefs left in the world, Axobongo, Sakura and Doctor . Xkyron and Yukov and Jonnyboy , and manmud al ,
then Mitsche himself took the head of Jonnyboy , who was of ~SC~, Once blessed by those posing as Mitsche and under his protection, till a day came when they were all killed. Jonny was the last.
Enderged was sending all his armies at Sinapse-on-the-Twine river town, even before the official order came from the Kingdukes of Omen. Many of Asgaurds men fell there, if these renegade lords were trying to woo Axobongo into the empire, they were going about it wrongly .
Axobongo took to his horse and rode his land from north to west, consigning nobles to Form up at the deeper strongholds disguised among barbarian villages. and prepare for the final onslaught of Omenner fury,
Some of the nobles protested that their men were too exhausted, for many weeks attacks had been coming in a constant stream, every Axobongo town had been stressed beyond their limits, and yet held on, Sinapse would likely fall before any reinforcements could reach there, but several others were still defendable, due to Axo methods, and help from some friends. , it had been miraculous , but Axobongo held his grounds.
Edited by Axobongo on 25.07. at 09:13
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The Final End Fin of the Ultimate Last Part ------------ By Sir Giles Checkoutdesk of Amiable Winehouse 27 of the Frosty Moors
On a windy day by a river the Doctor lost his life to Morg . Marauding captains of the now dead mfraanje found and killed both Sakura.. and Xkyron. Leaving only the tenacious Yukov,, and the nasty but lucky Man-mud Al , who was a Barbarian chief of a strange peoples who daily raised their bottoms towards the sky in some sort of holy ritual. Axobongo understood those people little, only that they were opposed to freedom of art, which the High Chief found fundamentally insulting and criminal. Lord Papoomio himself actually sliced off the bottom of him,, both cheeks in one stroke.. Yakov and Axobongo stood alone, Yakov was the mightiest warrior beside Flip , of the Usf-ian tribe, Flip had been mortally wounded awhile back, and Yakov took charge and served his people well.. He rode for Axoland as word spread that the Empire was faltering in their attempts there. But he had a long ride along the shore,, and the borders to Axoland were swarming with empire men,
He and his band of fighters met trouble near the camps of Dunn me , his 500 men were spotted and chased . cut off by the shore, they had to turn and fight, Yakov turned and charged in open sand as Dunn's men came piling through the forrest opening onto the beach, effectively chopping down a large bulk of the enemy vanguard , but he was terribly outnumbered, He had to bare seeing his loyal and most fierce fighters hacked down and dismembered , turning the sand red in a large spread on a beautiful, longing to be placid, open beach. Down to a handful of men, they would not surrender, let the end be the end ,, this was a fine place to meet the fates.
He faced down Dunn's outland man, General Diareah of Plakk , an old champion, once a Paladin, but fell out of grace with their order as his character was tainted and alcoholic,, and he had no honor, but he was still a fierce master fighter. Yakovs Champion, Axietol Mac held his own better than expected against such a man, he even surprised all in managing to scar the General down face and chest,, but the General was a powerhorse, and Axietol lost his life , and half his head that fateful day. A mighty warrior and last of the free tribes apart from the remainder of The Axo people under Axobongos rule.
Yakov could not bear to see this, if General Diareah could fell a warrior such as Axietol , Yakov would have no chance. He would give up without a fight Yet , instead he would turn his own blade to his own belly,He spilled his own guts there on the beachhead, and the last of the Usf-ians became extinct.
The final battles would come from otto-mattic, Enderged, and the generals of Poledrawhome and Mfraanje and Dustin would continue a mighty yet futile campaign,, for all would die before it ended.. only a few more Axobongo towns would fall before that fateful day when war would end, yet other Axo strongholds would pop up, and surprise the enemy, the Axo Chiefs numbers and holdings were seemingly mounting rather then falling after months of hard fighting against their vast numbers. Sufficiently impressed, Papoomio and Mitsche would both embrace Axobongo as a cousin, and permit the Axo culture to survive any future destruction at the hands of the empire.
Axobongo had won his independence . His people would be free in this world, and become strong in lands beyond. His main rivals, and those who tainted the empire would be dead before he left to explore the new Axolands over the sea. The land would go through a tremendous transformation in the coming days,, natural disasters of a nature never seen before would consume it. within two years, the empire would be but a memory. Those who survived would later renew the world with a combination of Empire wisdom and Axo culture, in some generations, some would refer to this time as Off Center Earth , and great fables would arise of the goings on of these men as they migrated towards the middle. Fables would be told this land met with other species,, elves and dwarves, and a variety of strange beings and creatures would be said to have grown from the mists of this place. And other stories in these ages in myth, But this has been the true story of man, his futility and bravery, the true struggles endured here before myth and allegory arose to teach the children from its ashes.
We humans are all said to carry some strain of Axo and Axo Magic within us, a tribe from the origins of life , and this was the tale of its greatest Chief, Axobongo and his fortitude to never falter from his road of just and honorable causes. His accomplishment is for all to know what can truly be done, if the Axo spirit is harnessed. its possible to sometimes beat impossible odds.
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And so,, War finally ended in the world, Axobongo surveyed his lands , he had fought war for more than half his life, now the aging Chief, who was still fit and hardy still had 16 towns and a good foundation , the Axo people would flourish. His enemies were dead,Enderged would die later after a prolonged and painful mouth infection from the blade of Canna . But Mfraanje and Poledrawhome had met Axobongos fury and his blades were their last view of the world. and Dustin was left a maimed wreck of a man, and later taken out by Mitsche himself. Axobongo had met Poledra on the battlefield in the last battle for Axoland, and with his mighty axe, took his head. Bighowling met a similar fate, when weeks later, while visiting the empires main headquarters, he and Axobongo would fight a gentlemans dual, leaving Axobongo the victor. And then RoadKills on a drunken bender sought vengense for the death of his boyfriend, PoledraWhome, and on a cool misty morning, Axobongo broke his head with his bear hands, after a mighty brawl in which the disarmed RoadKills faced the fists and boots of Axobongo, and endured a beating until a rock lodged in the ground found his brains gracing it. " A pity" commented Axobongo, as he was beginning to like this roguish villain despite his quirky ways.
Mitsche had invited the Axo chief to his personal castle up north, and the two became friends over the next half a year , Before that fateful day when Axobongo would leave over the sea, and nature itself would reclaim the land, destroying the empire. Eventually , many years later , the Axopeople would reemerge and reign there , making it a land of paradise. Mitsche had given Axobongo back his original town, Axobongotown, where the Axo high seat was raised so long ago and he ascended the throne as a young man. And from there, the Axo revival would center.
Mazulite would kill Jerasu Heinrichs a few months later, and leave with her people in a mass exodus over the sea.
Axobongo would meet her there, and together they formed a new prosperity for their people. Their descendants would enjoy the higher pursuits in life. and the Axo spirit would emerge and flourish , to the end of time.
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The Fool & Bladder Pub,
Axobongo Last Day at 12:15
Drinkin' alone,,, all my friends are now either dead,, or far away . Well, not really alone, my ghosts are still here, Thor, Guinness, i salute you ,, heh, Armflem,, Shaman ,,Slainte,, glug glug,,
And so, The time has come. Axo culture is secure, i have won what i set out to do.. and now, my dear friends,, and my ghosts,, i take my leave,
..and may i bid you farewell, for i have never been good at bowing.
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