Saga of Leif The Bunny

[LeifTheBunny]

All,

 

I am presenting the continuing saga of Leif the Bunny. Any feedback would be appreciated. The first part (though not required reading for this part) is in the Recruiters Office under the thread Application.

 

Thank you.

 

Leif the Bunny

 

 

 

 

Leif and the Ogre

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With the recent retrieval of the Sun's Tear, things were quieting down in the village. The crops were growing once more, and food was finally available to the impoverished people. Word of the success of the village was starting to spread through the lands about the miracles. No one had been told of the Tear in an effort to keep it safe. Only the mayor was aware of it's return and he didn't even understand what it was for.

 

Life was improving overall. Leif was able to walk the streets without being inundated with beggars asking for handouts. The farms in the area had more than enough work to employ the villagers. The wheat growth meant that it was time for a local brewery. Leif felt compelled to take this task on himself.

 

His first task was to find a suitable place to build the brewery. There were so many abandoned buildings in town; he could easily have his pick. Location was the primary determining factor. He spent a full three days combing the village and nitpicking. Finally a choice was made and Leif convinced the mayor to let him have the building.

 

The building was unoccupied anyways. After finding a place, he went through the building with a carpenter to identify the problems that needed to be fixed in addition to what needed to be built. Like everyone else in the village, Leif had no money, so the work would have to be paid back later. The carpenter agreed to the work and gave Leif a list of necessary pieces before work could continue. Wood was going to be the major issue. The local lumber industry just wasn't there.

 

That night, Leif sat at home pondering how he would tackle the issue at hand. His journeys before settling down left him with a lot of possessions that may help, but the one thing he was missing was a wagon. There was only two in the village, and neither was available for use outside of farming. He started digging through his possessions. Then it dawned on him, Leif may not have the money, but he possessed something worth a team of horses and a wagon in trade. Leif could sell his gold necklace. It was worth at least 300 gold pieces.

 

The next morning, Leif stopped off to visit the carpenter and let him know that he was leaving the village for the next week and upon his return, he should have wood for construction. Returning to his hut, Leif picked up some food, a backpack, and his weapons: a sword and dagger.

 

Leaving the village for the first time in a while, Leif was amazed at the changes in the area. With a brisk pace, Leif headed off towards the woods and the town beyond. The air was warm, but the temperatures seemed to be cooling down. Fall was coming and that meant winter was on its heels. Fall was a pleasant time of year for Leif.

 

For two days, Leif traveled through the woods, reaching his destination as planned. He was actually surprised to see a couple of travelers on the road through the woods. Fortunately, there were no troubles.

 

Reaching the gates of the town, the guards stopped Leif. Weapons were illegal for commoners to possess. Being a knight formerly in the service of the King, Leif had nothing to worry about. He quickly provided the proof of his station and passed through the gates. It had been a while since Leif was in town, but he still remembered the way to the main town market.

 

Leif was able to trade in his necklace for 50 gold, a paltry sum, but it would have to do. Shopping for horses and a wagon was the next step. Horses were easy to get; costing only 15 gold apiece, he purchased two draft horses. Grain and tack was important to pick up. Leaving the horses and gear with the salesman, Leif went off in search of a wagon.

 

It took a bit, but Leif was able to find a suitable wagon. Unfortunately, he used up the last of his money acquiring the wagon. It didn't look in the best of shape, but hopefully it would hold up. He quickly departed to get his horses. On his journey back, he ran into some problems with one of the horses refusing to follow him. A nearby pedestrian had bumped the horse and causing it to freak out. With the help of several people, the horse was finally calmed down and Leif was once again on his way. After gathering the wagon and strapping the horses in, Leif made it back to the tack merchant to pick up the grain and last of the gear.

 

Leif was broke now, so it would be best to sleep in the woods where it was free. With a sigh, Leif headed out of town towards the woods. There wasn't much light left in the day, so he would need to find a suitable campsite. It was no longer an easy task with two horses and a wagon in tow. Leif finally settled on a small break along side of the road and pulled the wagon over. Unhitching the horses, he moved them over to the side of the wagon and tied them off. He spent some time brushing the horses down and getting them their grains.

 

After getting the horses prepared, it was time to settle in himself. He ventured into the woods to get some firewood and food for himself. Berries sounded good to him. After a quick tour through the woods, Leif made it back to his campsite only to find something else had entered the area. Both horses were thoroughly spooked. When Leif noticed what was actually scaring the horses, he realized the problem. Standing at the edge of the clearing was a giant humanoid. Leif knew that the creature was an ogre. They were tough, but fortunately, they weren't bright.

 

Leif dropped his goods, drew his sword and dagger, and then charged into the clearing. Standing between the ogre and the horses, Leif called out to the ogre to halt. Unphased, the ogre advanced. It too had a weapon, a large knotted club. Slowly moving around, Leif was trying to judge the abilities of the ogre. So far, no one had swung a weapon. Both were posturing to judge their opponent.

 

Hmm, maybe this one wasn't as dumb as the others. Leif decided to take a thrust to test its reflexes. The ogre was quick to respond with a dodge. The ogre got the same idea and as soon as he recovered from the dodge, took a swing with his club. Leif was able to tell it was just testing him. A quick duck and the threat was averted. Too bad Leif no longer had his armor, it would have come in handy right about now. Too late for that. Leif leapt at the ogre and took several quick slashes with his sword. Each was quickly met but the ogre's club. Leif then changed tactics to using his dagger with his off hand. Much like the sword thrusts, nothing hit its mark.

 

The ogre laughed at Leif. It was just playing with him. This was disturbing Leif. He fell back to a defensive stance. The ogre took the reprieve as an invitation to start attacking himself. The first club swing was quickly dodged, but with each swing, Leif escaped by less and less. Maybe this ogre had his number. Finally, Leif saw an opening. As he dodges a swing, Leif rolled left and brought his sword up and hit the ogre in the abdomen. A small spatter of blood showed Leif that he had hit his mark.

 

The ogre reeled, not so much in pain, but that the stalemate was broken. His wound was minor. Leif immediately fell back on the defensive, waiting for the retaliation. It never came. The ogre just stood there and laughed. Oh dear. Leif took a fake swing, hoping to draw the ogre in, it failed. The ogre didn't bite. Several swings by both sides were fruitless. Then, they resumed the heavy assault, hoping to knock the other out. The only thing that was accomplished was tiring themselves out. Finally, they separated.

 

With heavy panting, Leif asked "What brings you to this road?"

 

The ogre stared at the rabbit.

 

"Why are you here?" he asked again.

 

In a perfect tongue, the ogre replied, "I come seeking treasures. There are rumors that a trade route has been set up with a town at the other end of the woods."

 

Had the news spread that far already? Could someone have hired this ogre to plunder the village? Leif thought for a few.

 

"How did you come by this information?"

 

The ogre's face perked up. "I was given this information by a generous benefactor. So the rumors are true then?"

 

"I will ask the questions if you don't mind. Who was this benefactor?"

 

"Not so fast, questions are a two way street, otherwise this game ends."

 

"Very well, yes, the trade route has been opened."

 

"Nicely put. My informant is no longer with us, he was dying to tell me the information. Unfortunately he didn't live to see its outcome."

 

Leif knew what that meant. The "benefactor" died during the torture. "How come you to speak so well? I have not met one of your kind with so much intelligence."

 

The ogre lowered his club. "Do you mind if I forgo this for now?" Without waiting for a response, he continued. "I was raised from a small child by a wizard. When he finally died, I was given my freedom."

 

Leif felt that continuing the fracas would be a waste as well. He put up his weapons. "I would appreciate you not eating my horses. I have some rations and I would be willing to share if you would spend the evening talking with me."

 

The ogre agreed. The two started a fire and Leif retrieved his food. All through out the course of the meal and on into the late hours of the night, the two talked. Leif relayed stories of his days as a knight in the King's service. The ogre talked about his travels. Leif soon realized that the ogre wasn't what he seemed to be. He grew up a refugee in the service of a wizard. In exchange for protection from the local town, the ogre assisted the wizard by doing manual chores, such as cutting down wood, fixing things, and tending the plants. After the wizard had died, the locals ran the ogre out of town. Having nothing to support him, the ogre had to resort to robbing others. Being as fierce as he was, it was pretty easy for the ogre to acquire goods.

 

That night, Leif agreed to help the ogre. In exchange, the ogre was forced to promise to help Leif and stop creating problems. The ogre was fairly intelligent and knew a way of life outside of being a highwayman, so it didn't take much coaxing. Leif didn't make any guarantees on how he would help the ogre, just that he would. Things were going to be difficult.

 

The next morning, Leif woke up before the ogre. The horses were still a little spooked with the ogre's presence, but they were there none-the-less. He quickly fed them some oats and ventured into the woods to gather food for breakfast. Artak, as the ogre was known, wiped out his stock of food. A bunny could have lasted two weeks on those rations.

 

 

Returning to camp, Leif noticed that Artak was still not awake. He quickly started the campfire again and then nudged the ogre. Artak woke up.

 

"How's your wound?"

 

"It's not bad. I've had worse."

 

They ate breakfast together. Leif explained his plan. The village needed wood to rebuild. Using the cart, the ogre should be able to cart wood to the village in exchange for food and money. Leif promised that as long as Artak would keep free of harming others, he would protect the ogre. Artak looked at the bunny and agreed. Leif explained that things were going to be rough for starters, but to give it time. Things would work out.

 

After breakfast, the pair hit the trail back home. Along the way, they traded stories. The few travelers that they encountered along the way steered clear of the pair for fear of their life. By the time they broke from the woods, a friendship had started to kindle. Would the test ahead of them strain that friendship? They were on their way to find out.

 

Passing along the fields, farmers seeing the couple ran in terror, not knowing what to expect. Leif tried to reassure Artak that everything would be ok. By the time they reached the village, no one was visible. Leif wheeled the cart around and they headed towards the mayors place. From buildings around the village, sounds could be heard as people scrambled, but no one was visible.

 

Reaching the mayor's place, Leif got off the wagon and locked the wheels. Making sure the horses were ok, they ventured towards the door. Several polite knocks later still left them standing in the street in silence. Leif opened the door. There in a corner was the mayor.

 

"Sir, it is I, Leif. I come with a friend that I would like to introduce you to."

 

A perplexed look crept across the face of the mayor. "I heard an ogre was coming to town."

 

"That is true, but he is a friend. Come, I would like to introduce you."

 

Leif coaxed the mayor out into the street. "I would like to introduce Artak. He has agreed to help rebuild the village in exchange for a place to stay."

 

Artak responded with a muttered hello.

 

"You can speak louder than that Artak. No one here is going to hurt you. I give you my word."

 

The mayor looked at the ogre. Turning to Leif, "Are you sure he can be trusted?"

 

"He's a good being mayor. Plus, he's already skilled in chopping trees."

 

Artak responded, "I have done plenty of chopping in my day sir. I promise to behave and follow your laws."

 

The mayor pulled Leif aside to discuss the issue. Leif reassured him that the ogre would not be a problem and for the first several weeks, the ogre could stay at his place. Begrudgingly, the mayor agreed to allow the ogre to stay.

 

Artak stayed true to his word. Twice a day, he brought back a load of freshly cut lumber back from the woods. Leif's brewery was the first place completed with the wood. A month after Artak arrived, the Ogre's Breath Tavern opened for business. In time, people eventually got to like the ogre, but it was a rough start.

 

 

 

{EDIT: corrected formating}

Edited September 23, 2004 by LeifTheBunny

[HappyBuddha]

Overall I like this, and think its very promising, but I really think you need to fill in the details; there are numerous situations where I wince because something good is ruined by being brushed over too quickly, when there's plenty of opportunity to exploit the situation in an interesting/humorous way. Fuller descriptions of encounters and conversations would really help this peice, not to mention the character's impressions. I understand that maybe you're just being lazy in not doing many of the conversations (I'm that way myself ), but trust me, the promise underlying this story is tripped up by not doing them. You can explore the characters so much more thoroughly; for instance, maybe give Artak some character or speech ticks that come out when he's telling Leif about his upbringing, or maybe some secret he won't tell Leif. Another example is near the end, when the mayor draws Leif aside and the two chat - you pass over their agreement in 1 sentence, when you could devote half a page to the conversation in a way that would really establish a character to the mayor, not just a figure. Personality lacks in many of the characters, including Leif, because you don't indulge in conversations nearly enough.

 

That being said, I think if you take this advice to heart and apply it, then you could really turn out some great stuff; the stories themselves have definite promise and the writing style is easily readable.

[LeifTheBunny]

Thank you for the feedback. I was trying to more flush out the encounter between Leif and Artak as well as set up the tavern for further stories, but you're right about getting descriptive on the conversation with the mayor.

[Gyrfalcon]

Another thing I noticed is that your formatting is double-spaced, which looks odd on a forum. You might want to go back and single-space it. Otherwise, I agree with Happy Buddha that you can flesh this out and get a couple more pages out of it if you really wanted to. This can also help the readers learn the character of Leif's home village and their neighbors.

[LeifTheBunny]

Another thing I noticed is that your formatting is double-spaced, which looks odd on a forum. You might want to go back and single-space it.

The forum did that when I pasted it into the entry box. I thought that was due to it's size. I've corrected the formatting. Thanks for correcting the assumption.

[Valdar and Astralis]

Leif,

 

Firstly, welcome to the pen

 

The thing I really like about your work is the simplicity and cohesivness of your sentences. This is something I'm having quite a bit of trouble with, and need to yell at myself, STOP! every minuite or two in order to create a coherant sentance. See? I'm doing it again.

 

While I think (as HappyBudda mentioned) your stories could use a little more fleshing out, your straightforward and simple style has a charm of it's own that I find very appealing (*applies full brakes to the sentence!!*). One suggestion I can make to improve on this would be to think of the observer's viewpoint as a camera. Right now, you're recording events from about ~5 metres away. Try to push forward to 3, and see if that helps.

 

*Little Valdar bounces around the Bunny excitedly, gesturing in earspeak*

[Tanuchan]

I really like your description of the scenes, Leif. It's something I have trouble with, being one of the reasons I don't really risk writing stories. Your descriptions are vivid, and give some details that make me really "see" what is happening. I enjoyed those a lot, here as in the other story (the Application).

 

So, what I missed most was exactly the descriptive part at the end of both stories. In both cases, they seem somewhat rushed... Maybe you could describe Artak's first days at the village, mention how Leif's neighbors and friends reacted to him. I could suggest, for example, describing how he helped building the tavern - that would help showing what you meant by "a rough start".

 

It's a good reading, and I look forward to more of Leif's adventures! I think that, if you intend to keep writing this (like a series), the bunny's personality will come through naturally, making people get involved in the general storyline. Thanks for sharing!

 

My two cents...

 

~Tanny

Edited September 23, 2004 by Tanuchan

[HappyBuddha]

I agree with both Valdar and Tanny - Valdar totally sums up what I like about your writing in a way that I didn't have the time to put into words earlier, and Tanny's comments ring true in my head as well.

[LeifTheBunny]

Hello all,

 

For those that replied, thank you for the feedback. I think that I am going to leave the original stories unchanged. I appreciate the feedback provided and I am incorporating the changes into my new works. I'd like to keep the old stories unchanged so I can see the progress that I am making. This time I decided not to do the paragraph look ahead to wrap up the story. In addition, this time I wrote more dialogue.

 

Without further ado, here is the next installment to the continuing Saga of Leif the Bunny. As previously, please provide some feedback.

 

Leif The Bunny.

 

 

Leif's Career Change

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Winter had crept in to the lands and put a halt to farming. There was not much going on around town other than what the artisans were doing. Leif kept himself busy during the day brewing and at night, running the Ogre's Breath Tavern. He didn't much care for winter, but since opening the tavern, he had plenty of work to keep busy.

 

His new friend, Artak the Ogre, kept busy with the lumber business. Times were still rough on him though. He only had one customer, and that was Leif. In trade for wood, he got free drink and food. That may not sound like much, but Artak had a very healthy appetite. As a result, Leif's place was the warmest in the village. He always had plenty of wood available to keep the tavern cozy.

 

Being the only tavern in town, Leif's place was pretty popular. There wasn't any competition to deal with. Leif tried to circulate through the crowd to mingle with the patrons regularly, but Artak's loneliness always dragged him back. Artak had constructed a special table for ogre-sized patrons, which he was the only one. Leif used this as his special guest table. Whenever special people came in, he tried to get them to sit at the table. This left people uncomfortable for two reasons. First, people didn't find the taller table very appealing. Second, there was an ogre seated at the table. Leif tried to smooth things over with the ogre and the rest of the village, but he was fighting centuries of hatred bred into the villagers. Ogres were meant to be marauding around until heroes slayed them. Leif couldn't convince the villagers otherwise. He was able to convince his staff that Artak meant well and was a good person; of course, they were getting paid to be nice. Several of them actually said hello to him on a regular basis and were friendly about it, but that was as far as the pleasantries went. Artak was still lonely.

 

One evening, the snows picked up and the winds howled through the village. Not many people ventured forth from their huts to brave the colds just for a beer. Leif didn't have much work that night. Artak was sitting at his table as usual. An ogre doesn't have much fear of being snowed in. Being as strong as Artak was accounted for a lot. Leif joined him at the table and a server brought him over a drink.

 

"So tell me Artak, how was your day today?"

 

Artak thought about it for a few, and then replied, "The f'rest was peaceful. I actually saw a deer t'day. They are getting harder to find with the wintertime. I was able to get in a nice nap before returning. There's still not a lot of call for firewood these days despite being so cold."

 

Hearing the loneliness in his voice, Leif chirped enthusiastically, "Give it some time Artak. I'm sure there are plenty of buyers out there. You are just starting out a new business and things will be slow for a while. On a side note, how was the soup today?"

 

"I'm getting a bit sick of carr'ts in my soup, but it was decent enough."

 

"Bah, what does an ogre know about fine soups," Leif jibbed.

 

Artak just sighed in response. "I've thrown out better food than this, but seeing my surroundings, I'm not going to c'mplain." To add some emphasis, Artak winked at Leif.

 

Just then, the main doors opened and the mayor entered the place. Looking around, the mayor saw Leif at the table, waved and walked over. Reaching the table, the mayor spoke, "'allo."

 

Knowing the greeting didn't extend to him, Artak just lowered his head.

 

Leif mumbled under his breath. Then replied, "How's things with the village sir?"

 

"Why do you always call me sir? You were the one that was a noble, not I."

 

Leif chuckled. "Those days are long behind me. I have no use for titles."

 

"Suit yourself. I'm going to get some food and 'ead 'ome. It is getting real cold out there."

 

"Please join us, I'm sure Artak doesn't mind the company."

 

"Another time, you were busy in conversation and I 'ave taken enough of your time as it is."

 

Leif grimaced. He knew the real reason the mayor wouldn't sit at the table. Oh well, simple, narrow-minded folks, he thought. As soon as the mayor walked off, Artak chimed up. "It's slow t'night, why don't you tell me why you quit being a knight. Besides, you promised." The ogre gave the bunny a slight nudge.

 

Leif looked at his friend. "Very well. Tonight you shall hear the tale that no one in the village has heard other than ..." Leif’s words trailed off.

 

Though Leif had never talked to him about her, Artak knew whom he meant and gave him a moment to recover. He just sipped on his beer. Leif recovered after a moment of reflection. "You know what? I think it is time that I told you about the story."

 

"Take your time Leif. I just figured if we had some time to talk about it."

 

"No no. I have no problem with telling the story. It all started years ago, when King Wencelas was the King. I was a mere Knight under him assigned as a royal escort. We were at war with our neighbors to the north."

 

"Who was that? I had f'rgotten about the war."

 

Leif's face blanked and his gaze just went off into the distance. "They were the Tribes of Ytter. They were seizing as many lands as they could. The previous owners of the lands fell inside of a month. They were no match for the Tribes. We had sent the Golden Axe Company to help defend the lands, but they failed. The king received the captain’s head in a box with a promise of invasion when the Tribes were done. I had just been given my knighthood and didn't know anyone in court."

 

Artak stopped the story for a moment to order them both a beer.

 

"Bored already?" Leif chuckled knowing that Artak never liked to start a story without a full mug.

 

"This one's on me."

 

"Thank you friend. I will be polite and wait til your mug is full before continuing."

 

Looking around the room, the patronage was pretty slim today. The mayor had just started eating and was wolfing down his food quickly. Leif turned to Artak. "I will return in just a moment. Don't start your beer without me."

 

Artak nodded in response. He wasn't sure what Leif was up to.

 

Leif walked over to the mayor. "Why do you eat your meal so hastily? I know it's cold out there, but you are in a warm tavern."

 

The mayor shot the ogre a glance. Leif immediately understood. "You know, he's really a nice guy if you give him a chance. Why don't you join us, the food and drink are on the house. I promised him I would tell him the story of why I quit being a knight."

 

He looked Leif over, not quite sure what to say. Then finally responded, "I guess it wouldn't 'urt. You 'aven't told anyone that story, it must be worth a listen."

 

Picking up his food, he followed Leif over to the table. While ordering another beer for the mayor, Leif told the server that it was on the house for the mayor's meal tonight as well as drink. Returning to the table, Leif caught the mayor up on the background.

 

The mayor replied, "I 'ad come to the kingdom to escape a fate of death. When the 'ordes descended on the villages, they killed most people of fighting age whether they were brandishing a weapon or not."

 

"Sorry to hear that, I didn't know. Do you have any family left at home?"

 

"My parents were killed in the attacks. My father was part of the garrison first overrun by the 'ordes." The mayor didn't seem too bothered by that fact.

 

Artak tentatively responded, "Sorry to hear about your parents. I never knew mine."

 

"Anyways, I shall continue my story. I was assigned to the personal guard of the king. I had just received a strong warhorse from the king as a gift as I could not afford one of my own. The king took good care of his escorts. We headed out for the border two days after I got my horse. I was still getting used to it. The ride was long and I hurt badly. Four days into the trip, we received word that the Tribes had crossed the border and were within striking distance. I was tasked with getting a message to the commander of the Black Guards Company. It was nightfall before I found them, so I quickly lost my way. Eventually I did catch up to them. It's commander, a Captain Sven, was an arrogant man. He made me wait on him to read through the letter and write a reply."

 

The mayor interrupted, "I remember 'im, he was the one that lead the failed charge at Uden."

 

"The very same, as a matter of fact, the orders I had just mentioned were those very orders. He wrote a letter to the king refusing to obey. I rode back with the reply to the king. He sent me back with a new letter and orders. If the captain refused, I was to assume command and follow the orders within the letter. The captain was pissed when I got back. He yelled at me non-stop for an hour straight. I never understood why he denied the orders, and I never will as both he and the king were killed in the war. Anyways, I followed the company as they marched toward Uden. We arrived there late. The king's army was already engaged. Two companies were in a pitched battle with the Tribes. The knights serving under the king were sent in to divert some attention, but they failed in their objective. The tribes had cavalry set up in preparation and met them on the battlefield, wiping them out with bows at close range. Though we arrived late, we had impeccable timing. The Tribes were trying to flank the king, and we were in the path. The Black Guards were able to stave off the attack. Then, under orders from the captain, they made the infamous charge. Fortunately for the captain, he didn't survive. His troops single-handedly ruined the field of battle for the king’s troops. Without any coordination, the Black Guards were sent into the enemy's hand and got completely flanked."

 

Leif paused for a few. His throat was getting parched. Several sips later, he continued. "I had decided that the captain was capable of continuing, so before the charge, I rejoined the king. The king watched the events unfold in shear horror. Dispatch after dispatch was sent out, but there was no coordination. The horns failed to be heard. With the fall of the Black Guards, we had no flank and the Tribes were able to pinch us in. Forced to retreat, the king sent for more knights and soldiers. We were on the run. For several days, the Ytterians sent skirmishers after us. One such event, my knight commander was slain by an arrow. I was able to make a stand and kill two of the Ytterians. Returning to the main group, another set of skirmishers attacked. I managed to save the king's life, but was wounded." Leif flinched at the memory. Rolling up his sleeve and moving the fur back, he showed the two his battle wound right through the shoulder. "I was unable to wield a sword for days. I returned to the capital to recover. When I arrived back with the king, he properly thanked me and made me the new knight commander. I was so proud that day. I was in service of the king and he recognized me for it. I couldn't have been happier."

 

The two listeners smiled at Leif. Artak added, "That must have been special."

 

"Yes. I was on top of the world. Then reality hit me. I didn't know what to do. I was a rookie and I had only fought in small skirmishes. What did I know of leading people? Well, that didn't matter anymore; it was too late and far be it from me to argue with the king. A part of me still felt that he had some divine insight and knew why I should have been a commander. Two days later, another company arrived and we were on the offensive again. The tribes had burned several villages and we had to stop them.

 

Being a personal escort, I was stuck with the king. Reports that I was able to hear said skirmishers were assaulting the front troops. We finally met up with the Ytterians at Holden's Crest. We had 5 companies of soldiers, plus archers, cavalry and knights. It was a massive force indeed. We were able to push the Tribes back, or at least we thought so. When the troops disappeared from view, the king sent me with several knights to get our troops back. That's when it happened. In our absence, the Ytterians came around and assaulted the king himself. Every knight there lost his life. The king and two dukes as well. When we returned, there was nothing but headless bodies." Leif paused for a moment. A look of horror crept across his face.

 

Taking a sip of beer, Leif continued. "Our troops had decimated the armies, but at what cost? We returned the king's body to the capital, and after his funeral, I quit the service. There was no way I would serve his son knowing what had happened. Besides, I had sworn my loyalty to King Wencelas; I couldn't serve another. I bid my farewells and left." Leif lowered his head in almost shame.

 

Artak patted Leif on the back. "I'm sorry to bother you with requesting to hear the st'ry."

 

Leif lifted his head. "No problem. It's fine. I just haven't talked about it in so long now."

 

The mayor chimed in, "Thank you for the story. What 'appened to the Tribes though?"

 

"Not long after the kings death, the tribes left the borders of the kingdom. It seems that their losses caused some internal strife and they turned on themselves. Within a year, it seemed that everything was back to normal. The new king was able to restore communication through the lands and even established communication with the newly formed kingdom to the north. Of course, they go by the name of Illendy now."

 

The three continued to talk through the night. It wasn't until after closing that the mayor actually left the table and the company of Artak.

 

 

{EDIT: Corrected mispellings}

Edited September 24, 2004 by LeifTheBunny

[Tanuchan]

It's a good idea to keep the earlier posts unchanged to check your progress, Leif. Later, if you feel the need to, you can always edit them.

 

This last one feels much smoother towards the end than the others, as you didn't write a closing paragraph - you let the story taper out quite naturally. The only "downside" is that I'll be pestering you to continue it soon, as it is pretty clear by now that it's like a chapter in a bigger story... and I'm getting more and more curious about Leif, Artak, and the village.

 

Some more specific comments:

 

Artak tentatively responded, "Sorry to hear about your parents. I never knew mine."

It would be quite nice to hear something from the mayor at this point, as it seems that Leif rushed in on purpose not to let the mayor say anything that could be offensive, or maybe to cover for an awkward silence...

 

I have also a doubt... why did Leif left the Knights? He says...

"There was no way I would serve his son knowing what had happened"

Does this mean he feel ashamed because he left the king unprotected? But wasn't he following orders? And if following orders, why would he feel ashamed? Or was it related to his previous decision of leaving the Black Guards' commander? Maybe you could make this point clearer. As a reader, I really don't understand why Leif seems so bitter about the king's death, as if he considered it a personal failure, when everything in the story leads to the belief that he was a good soldier, that he was following his orders, and that he didn't have a way to prevent the final outcome unless he had a crystal ball...

 

Or did I miss something?

 

At the end, it seems the mayor may have changed a bit his opinion of Artak... or not? Unless you want the suspense, maybe a line with his thoughts?

 

I have some other comments, but I'll be PMing them to you as to not make this post too long. Have you considered asking for feedback in the Critic's Corner? People who can't access it can always leave feedback here in the thread or PM you

 

More insights on Leif's life... Do keep them coming!

 

*hugs*

 

~Tanny

 

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Edit: typos

Edited September 24, 2004 by Tanuchan

[LeifTheBunny]

Tanny, thanks for the comments, I updated the spelling misteaks ( ).

 

Regarding Leif and Artak, Leif is quite defensive of Artak, but I didn't want to make it obvious in the story, it's something that I want to convey over several stories. Also, with his guilt of leaving the knights, he was young at the time and didn't fully understand his responsibilities when he made his decision. If he were better trained for being a leader, he personally wouldn't have left himself and would have stayed with the king over going knowing that he was more important to defend the king and some of the other knights could have gone (delegation of authority and all that). Yes, he had orders, but he had higher orders that should have superceded them.

 

I'm leaving the ending hanging and will pick that topic up in another story. In my previous stories, I added a paragraph with a future glimse (kind of like final chapters in books that wrap up loose ends), but these seem to give short stories a rushed feeling to them, rather than do that this time, I left it alone and will tackle that subject in a future story, so you'll have to pay attention.

[LeifTheBunny]

Hello all,

 

Here is the next installment of the continuing Saga of Leif the Bunny. I hope you enjoy the story. As previously stated, please provide feedback.

 

Leif the Bunny.

 

 

 

Leif Rescues The Children

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Spring was in full bloom and all around the village, it looked as though life was starting to return. The snows had melted and the plants were starting to turn green once more. This year held untold promises to the village. It would be the first full year of prosperity. If things worked out well, they could hopefully regain a place in the outside world.

 

Artak arrived at the tavern in hopes of breakfast. He could eat quite a bit of food, and seeing as his business was picking up, he actually had work to do. Leif let him use a back storeroom to hold his wood prior to distribution. This morning, the mayor was already seated at the VIP table with Leif discussing various matters. Though he didn't like being responsible, he still listened and offered advise to the mayor.

 

"Hello to you both," Artak said.

 

"'allo Artak."

 

Leif raised an eyebrow. The two had come a long way over the winter and things were really starting to work out between the two of them. Though the mayor still didn't trust the ogre, he was at least civil to him. After a brief pause, Leif responded, "What are you big plans for today?"

 

"I plan on g'ing to the f'rest for more wood. There are still 'rders to fill and that last snow slowed me down."

 

Leif knew that business wasn't that good. He had seen the current pile of wood in the storeroom. Rather than make a fuss, he just replied, "Good deal. Sit. Breakfast is on its way; pancakes this morning. I also traded for some honey to put on it."

 

"Very nice."

 

With Artak around, the mayor decided to change the conversation to weather. Artak sensed the change, but was starting to get used to it, so paid no real attention to the shift. They continued their conversation through breakfast until the mayor and Artak had to head off for work. Being a mayor, he didn't really do much of anything, but he still liked to look important nonetheless. Artak said his farewells and wandered off to the woods.

 

Several hours later, the mayor came back. He was a little flustered, and was eagerly trying to find Leif. The staff pointed out that Leif was back in the brewing room. The mayor immediately charged off to get Leif, surprising him by bursting into the room.

 

"Hello sir, how may I help you?"

 

"'allo. No time for pleasantries. We 'ave a serious problem on our 'ands. The widow Ursula's children 'ave been kidnapped. As we 'ave no sheriff, I am asking you for your assistance."

 

Leif looked at the mayor. He was too distraught for this to be a prank. "What happened? How do you know it was kidnapping?"

 

"They were out in the fields tending to their duties when a group of creatures burst out of the woods. They took the children and made off again."

 

"Sounds like kidnapping to me. I will help out this once, but I have a tavern to attend to." Turning to his assistant, Leif said, "I will be gone. Please finish this batch of beer. Just finish boiling the wort and cool it down. If I'm not back in time, add in the yeast from the brown jug on the shelf there."

 

Leif's assistant replied, "Very good, I'll do my best."

 

With that, Leif and the mayor headed off to Leif's place to get his gear. Jorgen's Blade, his long sword, and Ytterian Spite, his dagger, would be of use today. Both blades had been passed down for four generations and according to his father, were enchanted weapons. Leif had never really believed his father, but humored him never the less. After hasty preparations, the two headed off to the fields to meet up with the Widow Ursula. Her fields were bordering the small pond just outside the woods.

 

"'allo Widow Ursula. Leif has agreed to help."

 

"Oh thank you kind sir. I am in your debt."

 

Leif replied, "I haven't done anything yet. Let's wait and see the outcome. Please describe to me exactly what transpired here."

 

"I was working in the fields and the two youngins were playin in the pond. While I was workin, I heard a scream, so I turned around and they was getting carried off by a bunch of people. I don't know what they were. I didn't see them too well."

 

"Did you see if they were human or orc?"

 

"Nothin sir. They was wrapped up in clothes covering their bodies."

 

"Ok, well, I guess I better check out the pond. I will not return without your children, Widow."

 

With that, Leif took off towards the pond. Peering back, it looked like the mayor stuck around for a few to console the widow. Reaching the pond, Leif was able to find some tracks. The ground was soft and muddy, so tracking would be easy. Leif did a cursory search of the area, but there were no visible clues. Time to follow the tracks.

 

Following the tracks into the woods was pretty easy. It looked as though one of the kids was being dragged, which left nice tracks to follow. Once the tracks reached the woods, they appeared to have stopped for a bit. It looked like the kidnappers were struggling with the kids. There was a bit of torn fabric on the ground, but not much else for clues.

 

Leif hastily followed the tracks. Not getting a timeframe from the widow, he judged the event occurred at least 3 hours ago. There was a lot of ground to make up. The tracks continued on through the woods. Reaching a small stream, it looked like the group had stopped for a break. Leif liked the idea of a stop. He could use some water right now anyways. While taking a breather and somewhat relaxing, he noticed a perfectly formed footprint in the mud. At least one of the kidnappers was a goblin. What were the goblins doing here? They didn't live in these woods normally.

 

Taking a last drink, Leif pressed on. The tracks were starting to get difficult to read, but the underbrush showed the path well enough. As twilight came, Leif pressed on. They couldn't be that far ahead of him now. The goblin was burdened with the children where Leif had only his weapons.

 

Clearing past a large tree, Leif saw a glow ahead of him. Campfire, thought Leif. From the light, it was a decent sized fire. Slowly approaching the clearing, Leif peered in. At the campfire, there were 10 forms in all. Three forms were completely wrapped in cloth. Closely examining them, they appeared to be goblins. Tied up and rolled on their side near the goblins were the two children. They were bound and gagged. Across the campfire were three humans. Leif wasn't sure, but it looked like the Widow wasn't truly a widow. The other two humans Leif didn't know. The last two figures were short and scaly. Leif recognized them as kobolds. Sitting down, Leif decided to listen in on the conversation. Having large ears helped him eavesdrop.

 

"Well done. Here are the thirty pieces of gold I promised you for capturing the boys."

 

The head goblin extended a hand and quickly covered up the gold. "Thank you. Any time you need our help, call us."

 

The goblins quickly gathered their gear and headed out of camp. The one that looked like the children's father, Jordan, bent down over the kids. He just smiled. "K'tek and Ur'dun, prepare dinner."

 

The two kobolds frantically set off to prepare the meal. Meanwhile, the three humans sat down at the fire. A bottle of wine was produced and they three shared the bottle. Leif recognized the label. It was his own house wine. The people must have been hanging around town without his notice.

 

Leif was unable to hear the conversation anymore. The kobolds were making a ruckus and Leif just couldn't hear over them. They just yipped away the whole time they were preparing the food. Leif smelled the air; what ever it was, it smelled good. Leif hadn't eaten since breakfast.

 

Giving the goblins some more time to leave the area, Leif formulated a plan. Not having much to work with, Leif figured he would be able to deal with the three humans if necessary. The kobolds probably wouldn't put up a fight; they just appeared to be laborers. After a period of time, Leif rose, drew his sword and dagger and entered the camp.

 

The humans stopped and turned around. One drew his weapon, an axe, and immediately rushed Leif. Parrying with the dagger, he smacked the human with the flat of his blade, drawing blood. This angered the man, and he quickly took another swing at Leif. Parrying the attack, this time, Leif used the blade to disarm the man.

 

"Leave your axe alone. I don't want to have to kill you."

 

The man just stood there. Leif advanced on the other two. "Come, gather round the fire and sit. I mean you no harm."

 

They quickly shot glances at each other. The leader gestured for them to sit, so they did. Leif shot a quick glance at the kobolds that were no longer preparing food. "Continue your work."

 

Turning to the humans again, Leif continued, "I have been asked to recover the children. I witnessed your transaction with the goblins. What I want to know is what you have been up to." Gesturing to the leader, he said, "I recognize you, you are their father, Jordan. Correct?" Leif put his blades up and sat down with the men.

 

"Aye, I am their father. My intentions are my own, now I ask you to leave."

 

"Not without the children. They go with me to the village and they will be returned to Ursula."

 

Wincing at the name, the father stood up. "No, they are not going back. They are staying with me and that's final." The father drew a dagger and threw it at Leif. With a roll, he was able to dodge the blade.

 

Getting up, he drew his blades and stood his ground. The men all drew axes and surrounded Leif. Several swings were made at Leif. These men obviously were not trained fighters. After moving into a better posture, Leif decided to start retaliating. He was able to drop one with a quick swing, cutting his leg open. Though he left himself open, the others were not able to capitalize on it. Leif quickly returned to the defensive.

 

The struggle lasted for another few moments before Leif dropped the other two. None of them were fatally injured. Leif quickly went over to the kids and cut them free. Using the rope, he then bound each human up.

 

Once the people were bound up, he tended their wounds. The kids gathered closely to see what was going on. There was an uneasy silence while he worked. Even the kobolds stopped working and watched in anticipation to see what was going to happen.

 

Finally, Leif got up. "You guys will live. I have bound your wounds, so the bleeding should stop. Now, I want some answers."

 

The three men looked at each other. After the father shook his head, they all returned their gaze to Leif and remained silent.

 

"Very well then. Obviously there is something going on that you had to fake your own death. Now you are trying to kidnap your own children. I don't really care. Tomorrow morning, we will return to the village and I am handing you over to the mayor." Turning to the kobolds, "Is dinner going to be ready anytime soon?"

 

At first, the two kobolds were taken back, and then in unison replied, "Soon." They resumed their scrambling to prepare the meal.

 

Leif then turned to the children and introduce himself.

 

"We know who you are. Everyone in town does Sir Leif." The eldest replied.

 

Laughing, Leif said, "You know, its just Leif. I am no longer a knight."

 

"Yes sir" both said in response.

 

Leif tended to the fire and talked with the boys about life on the farm. After dinner was served, the kobolds tentatively joined the group around the campfire. Formal introductions were made.

 

"What brings you into the service of such a low character?" Leif inquired.

 

K'tek replied, "We was captured by dem goblins dat was here earlier an sold to Jordan. We been in his service for almost two season turns now."

 

Ur'dun added, "We his cooks and guards."

 

Leif looked at the leader. "You bought kobold slaves?" Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "You will definitely stand trial for this." Looking back at the kobolds, "You are both free now. You can go anywhere you like."

 

The two kobolds started chattering back and forth in their native tongue. Leif just watched them, as he couldn't understand anything they said. After several minutes of conversation, Ur'dun turned to Leif. "We want to go wiff you."

 

Leif laughed. "You are free. You can do what ever you like, but I will not be your master. I run a tavern and could always use more help. Your dinner was pretty good. I had heard rumors that kobolds were excellent chefs, but had never before tasted any food. How would you like to be cooks in my tavern?"

 

K'tek replied, "Sure thing, we work for you now."

 

The rest of the night, Leif talked about his tavern and the village. The two kobolds were more interested in hearing about the village that talking about themselves.

 

In the morning, Leif woke up. The camp was still in order. The three prisoners were still tied up. The children were still sleeping, as were the kobolds. After starting the fire, Leif woke the two kobolds up and asked them to prepare breakfast. They enthusiastically went off to complete the task.

 

Leif then woke the kids up and asked them to watch the three men while he went off into the woods for some more wood and some food. Leaving the camp, he wandered around foraging for some food. Being springtime, there wasn't much available for picking, but there was plenty of wood to be had.

 

When Leif returned to camp, breakfast was prepared. The kobolds had put together a pretty good breakfast consisting of meal and dried apples. Leif wasn't schooled enough to be able to identify the spices used, but he voiced his likings.

 

After finishing breakfast, Leif sorted through the gear and rigged up each of the prisoners with a backpack to cart out the gear. The three were tied together to make escape difficult. Leif carried a pack as well to help carry the gear out of the forest. There wasn't much left in the camp.

 

The hike out of the woods was pretty slow. The children kept forcing the group to halt. In addition, Leif had to watch the three men closely, so he wasn't able to pay too much attention to the road out. Once they cleared the woods, the children knew their way home. Thanking Leif profusely the kids ventured off. Neither child fully understood that they just left their father.

 

Leif marched the men into town with the kobolds in tow. People watched as they passed by trying to figure out what Leif was dragging home this time. Entering into town, Leif asked someone to fetch the mayor and meet him at the Sheriff's office. He then escorted the three to the building. By the time they reached town, the prisoners had grown weary of trying to escape, knowing that Leif was quick with his sword in preventing their escape. Nothing slows you down like being tied to a corpse.

 

The mayor took a bit of time, but finally reached the Sheriff's office. "'allo. Sorry for the delay." He then noticed the kobolds. "You're going to 'ave to explain this one."

 

Leif laughed. "I would like to introduce you to K'tek and Ur'dun. They are great chefs. I have hired them to work at my tavern." As their name was called, the kobolds responded with a "Hail."

 

Shaking his head, the mayor quickly unlocked the door. Leading the prisoners to the cells, he quickly unlocked the cell doors. Once inside and locked up, Leif removed the ropes from each of the prisoners.

 

"Come, let us go to my tavern and we shall discuss the events."

 

Artak was sitting at the table already when Leif walked in. "Hello Leif. I have been waiting for you. No one knew where you had run off to. We were a bit w'rried about you."

 

"Let us order some beer and food and I shall tell you the story. Before I do that, I would like to introduce to you K'tek and Ur'dun. They are to be the new chefs of the tavern." Turning to the kobolds, he continued, "This is Artak."

 

Over the course of dinner, Leif relayed the story of what had happened. K'tek and Ur'dun talked about their experiences as slaves serving for Jordan.

 

"That's terrible," said the mayor. "We need to get a sheriff. We need to maintain the law around 'ere. Leif, you 'ave to take the job."

 

"I've already told you no. How about you Artak? Do you want to be sheriff?"

 

"Really?" replied Artak.

 

The mayor's face turned white. He didn't know what to say.

 

"Sure, you would make a great sheriff. You've got the muscles for it and I've fought with you before. You're amazing."

 

Artak blushed. "Thank you." Taking a drink from his beer, he replied, "I think that would be great."

 

"Then it's settled. You are the new sheriff. Congratulations are in order. A round of beer on the house."

 

The mayor was still speechless. He sputtered a couple of times, but nothing audible escaped his lips. Leif knew this would cause some friction, but in the long run, he felt it would be a good decision. Patting the mayor on the back, Leif said, "Everything's settled. You got your sheriff and I have two new cooks."

Edited October 1, 2004 by LeifTheBunny

[Tanuchan]

Waiting for the next installment of Leif's Saga always bring nice results... nice tale, Leif.

 

Being a mayor, he didn't really do much of anything, but he still liked to look important nonetheless.

Indeed...

 

Having large ears helped him eavesdrop.

lol

 

Are you later telling us what's behind Jordan's plan of kidnapping his own children, and why he feigned his own death? Not only did I get curious, but I think this could also be a story in its own! If you don't plan on using them later, I would suggest you to give us a bit more information... it would help this story if we had at least a glimpse on what his motives could have been.

 

I like better the way you're finishing your tales now, without that closing paragraph. They now look more like a series of tales, instead of a story rushed to its end. This is also helped by the time lapse shown between tales, it is like focusing just on the adventures but knowing that there's routine life "in between".

 

Here goes hope that next tale comes soon I enjoy reading them!

 

~Tanny

[LeifTheBunny]

I like leaving little hooks from previous stories so that I can go back and fill in the gaps. My next story is already partially planned, but I haven't gotten the overall driving plotline yet to bring it together. There are a couple of stories that I would like to cover and I just am waiting for the right situation to do it. For example: Leif's loved one is a story I'm looking forward to doing, but just haven't gotten an idea that I'm comfortable with yet. Jordan will likely be making appearances in future stories.

[Ghost_of_the_Dawn]

I always liked this story. I'm glad you started posting it here.

 

 

Jason

[LeifTheBunny]

Hello all,

 

Here is the next installment in the Leif the Bunny Saga. This is the first of a multipart story.

 

Leif the Bunny

 

 

The Village, The Tavern, and Artak

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Weeks had passed and the villagers still would not acknowledge that Artak was their duly appointed sheriff. Leif had used some profits to purchase him a nice sword so he looked a little more professional, but that still didn't help. The mayor finally stopped complaining to Leif about the decision, only because he knew there was no way out of the situation.

 

The morning VIP crew at Leif's tavern was still just Artak, the mayor and Leif. On occasion, the kobolds would come out of the kitchen to join the trio, but not often. The crowds got a little edgy with the kobolds in the common room and this made the kobolds nervous. Leif coaxed them out every now and then. This morning, they actually joined the table.

 

"Exquisite food again master chefs," said Artak. "I find it amazing that you are able to create these w'nderful meals."

 

If kobolds could blush, they would have been. Artak, K'tek and Ur'dun had become friends, as they were kindred spirits of sorts. The village generally tried to avoid the three of them, so they spent time together.

 

"You gonna take us to da woods agin?" said Ur'dun.

 

"I should pr'bably pick up more wood in the f'rest anyways. You bet."

 

Leif sat back watching the three. He just smiled. At least they were getting along together. The mayor ignored the conversation and turned to Leif. "Any luck on convincing you to 'elp the village?"

 

"For the last time, no. I have a tavern to run now. I am not going to stretch my busy day any further."

 

The mayor smiled knowing that Leif would never budge. "I thought I would offer."

 

After breakfast, Artak and the kobolds headed off to the forest for supplies. The kobolds were able to find some of the best ingredients for stews in the forest. Artak used the time to gather firewood. He knew that no one would talk with him, so it gave him some time off.

 

Leif went about supervising his staff. With the addition of the two kobolds, the former kitchen staff was being taught how to make beer, mead, and wine. News was spreading around town like wildfire about the food, causing increased crowds. Leif had to manage his staff closely to be able to handle the patronage. While Leif was assigning duties, he noticed that the mayor had never left. Leif quickly wrapped up assignments and returned to the mayor.

 

"It's not like you to stay this late mayor."

 

"I know. I 'ave to talk with you about something. Jordan 'as to go to trial, but I don't trust Artak to take 'im to the capital for trial."

 

"He's trustworthy. I wouldn't have asked him to take my place as sheriff if I didn't think otherwise."

 

"That's not what I'm talking about. 'e 'as to turn 'im over to the King's men."

 

"I take it you want me to go with him?" Leif knew that the mayor didn't want Artak being his spokesman to the King's men.

 

"Would you please?" The mayor was virtually on his knees.

 

Leif pondered the thought for a few. "If I go, I want you to keep an eye on my place. Make sure the two kobolds stay out of trouble and that no one tries to start anything with them."

 

The mayor sighed. "Fine. I guess it's fair." The mayor hastily left before Leif could make any additional demands.

 

Leif turned back to the crew and started making arrangements with them to manage the place for a week or so while Leif was gone. He would need some of the crew to buffer the kobolds. With Artak traveling as well, Leif would need a person to help them in the forest.

 

When the trio returned from the woods, Leif sat them down. "Artak, we need to head to the capital to bring Jordan in for trial. I will go with you to help with the prisoners. K'tek and Ur'dun, I am leaving you guys in charge of the kitchen while I am gone. Make sure the tavern operates smoothly."

 

The two kobolds looked at each other. "No, we go wiff you. You need our help wiff da trial anyways." Ur'dun said.

 

"I need you to run my kitchen. This tavern still needs to run even though I am not here."

 

K'tek started to speak, but Artak cut him off. "I think they should join us. As Ur'dun said, they have seen J'rdan and can testify."

 

"Fine. Pack up then. We will be leaving in the morning." Leif stomped off to his house to get ready. He wasn't about to argue the point with the kobolds, besides, his gear was in a bit of disarray and he needed some time to get it all in order. That night, he briefly stopped by the tavern. He was there long enough to arrange for cooks to be working the next week while the kobolds were absent.

 

The next morning, the mayor joined the four for breakfast. Breakfast this morning was a quiet affair. Everyone's mind was wandering on various thoughts pertaining to the trip. The mayor wasn't even really interested in small talk, he was more worried about the problems Leif would have in the capital.

 

After breakfast, Leif pulled out his gear. He also provided a smaller pack for each of the kobolds. They also got a small spear and knife for defensive purposes.

 

"Here is some gear for you both K'tek and Ur'dun. It's not much, but knowing that you had no gear of your own, it's a start."

 

"Thank you kindly," they both replied. Ur'dun added, "You teach us, right?"

 

"Sure, we will have some time along the road." Turning to Artak, he asked, "Are you ready?"

 

"As I will ever be."

 

The four followed the mayor to the Sheriff's office to unlock the cells. Leif still didn't understand why Artak wasn't to be trusted with the keys, but he wasn't going to push it. After unlocking the doors, Leif quickly shackled the three prisoners. Jordan had a look of defiance, which Leif noted, but didn't make a deal about. Once the three were shackled, Artak tied the three together and tied the end rope about his own waist. Jordan's look of defiance changed to that of horror. Artak just smiled at him.

 

"Thank you mayor, we shall depart now Sir." Leif said.

 

"'ave a good trip."

 

The group headed out of town. Leif led the way with Ur'dun. K'tek followed with Artak to keep an eye on the prisoners. The first leg of the journey was quiet. No one spoke. By lunchtime, they stopped for a meal break. Small loaves of bread and some cheese were passed out to everyone. Artak finally broke the silence. "How long is the journey to the capital?"

 

"It will take us three days to get there. Depending on the trial, we could be in the city for several days."

 

"Why is it we have to take these pris'ners to the capital?"

 

"They are guilty of a kidnapping and slavery, both charges bring the death penalty. They require a King's Court to deliver the sentence."

 

"Well, why didn't we chase the g'blins? Aren't they more resp'nsible?"

 

"At the time I didn't want to take the risk of fighting potentially 8 people at once. Then once I was had the story straight, my priority was to deliver the children home."

 

"I guess I understand." Turning to Jordan, Artak asked, "Why did you try to kidnap your own children anyways?"

 

Jordan gave him a blank stare.

 

"I don't think he wants to talk about it. I'm more interested in knowing why he faked his own death."

 

K'tek looked at Jordan. "Somethin' about a plan wiff da Ytterian Tribes."

 

Jordan spat at K'tek.

 

"Do you know anything about the plan?"

 

K'tek shook his head.

 

Before Leif could speak, he heard a branch snap. Turning to the general direction, he caught sight of an arrow flying. "Duck!"

 

It was too late for the group. Fortunately, the archer was no marksman. The four readied their weapons and stood around the prisoners to protect them. Two more arrows were let loose. More accurate than the first, one hit Artak in the arm.

 

"Guard the prisoners, I will be back," Leif called. He immediately charged towards the archers. He made quick time to reach the archers. In the process, he became their primary target. Luckily, they weren't very good at hitting a moving target. Just before he reached their position, the archers quickly ran off into the woods escaping a direct battle.

 

Turning around, Leif saw why the soldiers were not trying too hard to attack the group. The others were being ambushed. Leif charged back as quickly as he could, but he was running pretty low on breath at this point. Artak was doing a good job at holding his ground though.

 

Before Leif could get back, Ur'dun was struck by a sword and fell to the ground. Artak saw that and went into frenzy. In one swing, he was able to decapitate the person responsible for felling Ur'dun. Not to be stopped, Artak kept swinging. Leif caught up with the group and entered the fray.

 

The odds were dropped to 4 soldiers against the trio. One managed to cut the line attaching Artak to the prisoners, thus freeing them. Yelling to the others, the soldiers broke from the fight and tried to escape. K'tek was able to spear one in the back and dropping him before they got completely away. Artak gave chase to the soldiers. Despite his stride, he was unable to reach any of them. They just scattered into different directions, avoiding the ogre.

 

Leif at this point dropped to the ground and dropped his sword. He was completely out of breath. Artak rushed back to attend to Ur'dun's wounds. K'tek quickly joined Artak. Fortunately for Ur'dun, the wound was superficial, though it hurt badly. Artak and K'tek were able to patch up Ur'dun. By the time Ur'dun was patched up, Leif had regained his breath.

 

"Well, we have some explaining to do," Leif said.

 

"Yes Sir, yes we do."

 

Leif looked over the corpses of the soldiers. "Ytterian soldiers. This isn't good."

 

"What is wiff Ytterians?" Ur'dun asked.

 

"They had tried to take over the kingdom, but in the process, lost control of all their lands. They disappeared for some time. Obviously they are back."

 

Leif sat in silence for a few minutes. With a blank stare into the woods, he said, "I need to continue to the capital. In the mean time, you need to go and protect the boys. I think with Jordan free, he will try and take the boys again."

 

Looking at Ur'dun. "Are you able to walk?"

 

Ur'dun winced. "Yup. I can go home."

 

"Artak, let me look at that arrow wound."

 

Artak completely forgot about the wound. The arrow shaft broke during the battle. Leif examined the wound. "This is going to hurt. I'll need a fire first. K'tek, can you please get some wood?"

 

K'tek ran off to get some wood for a quick fire. Leif cleaned off his dagger to use it to help Artak. After the fire was lit, Leif placed his dagger into the fire. Using a knife, he was able to dig the arrowhead out of Artak's arm. Surprisingly, Artak didn't even grunt in pain. "We're almost there." Leif then used the hot dagger to cauterize the wound on Artak's arm. This did warrant a scream in pain from Artak.

 

After finishing with Artak, Leif went to strip the bodies and prepare a hasty grave for them. K'tek helped Leif as much as he could while they let the other two recover. Once the bodies were buried, Leif packed his gear back up.

 

"It's time to split. I don't have much time. I will try to bring some help as soon as possible." He shook hands and whispered a farewell message with each and then headed on to the capital. Artak and the kobolds stood around for a few to watch Leif disappear into the woods, then turned and headed back to the village.

 

Artak turned to Ur'dun. "Would you like me to carry you?"

 

"I can make it," he responded.

 

"Let's get m'ving then."

 

The ogre grabbed up the remaining gear and followed the kobolds out of the woods. Heading home, Artak had a sinking feeling in his stomach. His first real job as sheriff, and he botched it. How was he going to explain it to the mayor? The two kobolds kept occupied on the journey by singing kobold songs. Artak tuned them out to think up his plan.

 

When the three reached town, Artak stopped the kobolds. "I have to go talk with the mayor. Why don't you head on to the tavern and I will see you tonight."

 

K'tek looked at Ur'dun. Then Ur'dun replied, "We in trouble as well, we go wiff you."

 

"Nope. I have to do this on my own. I am the sheriff. Besides, you need to fix supper."

 

"Ok. We save a seat for you."

 

Artak continued on to the mayor's quarters. Reaching the building, he knocked on the door. It took a minute, but the mayor finally came to the door. "'allo. What are you doing 'ere? Aren't you supposed to be on your way to the capital?"

 

"We need to talk."

 

"Come on in then." The mayor moved out of the way to let the ogre in. He didn't feel comfortable with it, but with seeing the look on Artak's face, he didn't think there was much choice in the matter. The mayor seated him in front of the fire and joined him on the floor. The mayor's house lacked ogre sized furniture.

 

Artak explained the story to the mayor in as much detail as possible leaving out no detail. When he finished, the mayor could not respond. He just sat there staring at the ogre.

 

"We need to talk with the wid'w. Her children are in danger."

 

The mayor still didn't respond.

 

"Hello? May'r?" Artak added a snap of his fingers to the questions.

 

The mayor finally blinked. "Why is it things never go smoothly?"

 

"I'm not sure I know that one. Maybe it's just the Fates acting acc'rding to plan."

 

"Ok, what do you propose?"

 

"Let's get the wid'w into town so we can pr'tect her and the children."

 

The mayor thought about that for a few moments. "I don't think she'll buy into it."

 

"Bring her to the tavern. Then we can discuss it with her. Have her bring the children as well."

 

"I think you should come with me."

 

Artak nodded in response.

 

"Then let us make 'aste and leave already."

 

The mayor followed Artak to the door and once outside, locked up. They kept conversation to a minimum on the journey out to the Widow's. Ursula was in the fields with her children doing their daily work.

 

"'allo Widow Ursula. Might I 'ave a moment of your time?"

 

"Good day sir. What brings you here?"

 

"Bad news I'm afraid. Let me first start by saying that your late 'usband is not as late as we thought. 'e's very much alive."

 

Ursula's eyes started to tear up. "He lives?"

 

"That's not as good of news as you would expect. 'e's responsible for kidnapping your children. 'e's also in a lot of trouble. Jordan's been working with the Ytterian Tribes."

 

Artak could see the pain on her face. "I'm s'rry to have to tell you this. I was pers'nally there, I bear this wound from the fight." He showed her the fresh wound. This caused her to cry even more.

 

The mayor continued, "We need to protect you, we have reason to believe that Jordan will be back with more people. Artak promised to protect you."

 

"Yes, I will pr'tect you," said Artak. "Will you all'w me to help?"

 

She could only nod. The mayor reached an arm around her to give her a hug. "Stay with Artak. I will get the kids."

 

After a few minutes, the mayor returned with the children. The widow was more composed and was able to speak again.

 

"Can I get some things from my house first?"

 

In unison, the mayor and Artak responded. "Yes."

 

The five walked to the widow's house. Artak and the mayor stayed outside with the children while the widow packed some belongings. After a short time, she emerged from the hut and they were on their way back to the village.

 

Artak explained to Ursula that her and the children would be sleeping in a loft above the tavern. Artak wasn't sure, but thought that Leif would have no problem with her using this place. Artak would be able to watch the entrance to prevent others from sneaking up without his notice.

 

"The added benefit is that it is public, so there will be plenty of people watching."

 

"Thank you Sheriff."

 

When they reached the tavern, Artak opened the door for them and quickly lead them up to the loft. The tavern still wasn't busy yet, so there weren't many patrons. After opening the door, Artak checked the room out. There weren't any windows to the room, and it was a bit drafty. He showed them where to get some blankets and other sleeping supplies.

 

"I will head d'wnstairs to get some food for you all. Do not open the door or resp'nd to any one other than myself or the may'r."

 

The Widow nodded in agreement.

 

Artak withdrew and headed to the kitchen. Getting a serving tray and several bowls and went over to the kobolds.

 

"For the wid'w and her kids."

 

Ur'dun shot Artak a glance, then filled the bowls. "Give our sorries to da lady."

 

"I can do that. Where's the bread?"

 

K'tek handed him three small loaves.

 

"Thank you. I will be down in a bit."

 

With that, Artak took the food upstairs. He knocked on the door to the loft and got no response. That was a good sign, she wasn't announcing her presence.

 

"It's me, Artak."

 

Slowly the door opened. Ursula peered out at Artak, and then opened the door fully.

 

"Here is your food. The K'tek and Ur'dun send their regrets for their part in the failure."

 

"It's ok, we appreciate your help."

 

"Would you like s'mething to drink?"

 

"Water is fine."

 

"I will bring you up a pitcher and several mugs."

 

"Thank you."

 

Artak quickly headed downstairs and retrieved a pitcher of water and 3 mugs. After depositing them with the widow, he took his guard post at the VIP table and kept an eye on the place. K'tek and Ur'dun joined him shortly after sitting down.

 

"Hello. How was the kitchen?"

 

Ur'dun responded, "Not bad, got plenty done. You ate yet?"

 

"No, I have not eaten. I guess I pr'bably should huh?"

 

K'tek wandered back into the kitchen, returning with a tray containing a large bowl and loaf of bread.

 

"Thank you K'tek."

 

Artak slowly ate his meal while the two kobolds talked about the stew. Artak was not a very good cook, but he loved eating. For an ogre, he had pretty refined tastes. His refined tastes complimented the kobolds cooking as Leif and the others were not nearly as discriminating about their foods.

 

The night passed on with out trouble. When the tavern was finally closed, Artak went up the stairs and knocked on the door. There was no answer, just an eerie silence. "Wid'w Ursula, are you there? It's Artak."

 

A voice groggily replied, "I am fine."

 

"I am g'ing to bed now. I will be outside your room, let me know if you need anything."

 

"Thank you Artak."

 

"You are welc'me." With that, Artak went to sleep.

 

The next morning, Artak awoke and knocked on the door again. "Wid'w, it's me, Artak."

 

Ursula replied, "Morning."

 

"If you come d'wnstairs, we can get food."

 

"Ok, we will be right out."

 

Artak waited patiently as the widow got her children ready. After the door opened, he bowed his head and then led them downstairs. He seated them at the VIP table and went into the kitchen. After returning, he finally spoke again. "They will be out in a minute. K'tek and Ur'dun are excellent cooks."

 

"Thank you sir," the three chimed in.

 

"You are welc'me. T'day I will make it out to your farm to see if there has been any sign of J'rdan. With any luck, this will be over soon and you can return to your life."

 

The mayor joined them for breakfast just before the kobolds brought out food. They had already expected him, so were prepared. The conversation was light and the mayor tried to be upbeat about the situation.

 

After finishing breakfast, Artak walked the widow and children upstairs and reminded them not to open the door under any circumstances. After closing the door, Artak returned downstairs.

 

"May'r, will you join me on my trip out to the Wid'w's place?"

 

"Sure, I need to exercise."

 

The two walked out of town. When they got near the hut, they noticed some activity inside. Artak drew his sword. Just then, the two noticed a fire in the hut. It was not your normal fire, it was coming from the walls.

 

"Go get the villagers, I will try to stop them!" Artak shouted. Before waiting for an answer, he leaped into action and ran off to the hut. His long strides carried him to the house quickly enough to cut off the occupant's escape.

 

As the door burst open, Artak could see the flames on the walls of the hut. There were three figures inside, all appeared to be soldiers of the Ytterian Tribes. Without further thought, Artak took a swing at the first figure. Totally surprised, the soldier had no prepared defense. Artak dropped him with the single blow.

 

The other two soldiers struggled to get their weapons prepared to defend themselves. Artak was able to drop another soldier without effort. The third dropped his weapon and threw up his arms. "I give up."

 

"Come out sl'wly."

 

The soldier slowly walked out of the place with his arms in the air. Artak started to advance on him to detain him, but noticed a movement on the side of the house. There were more of them. Abandoning his prisoner, he ran to the side of the house. These soldiers were prepared for Artak. As Artak rounded the corner, two arrows were loosed on him. The first missed barely while the other punctured his shoulder.

 

Artak started swinging and was able to disarm both bowmen without effort. The other two soldiers were armed with spears. They advanced on Artak. Taking up two different positions, they alternated thrusts at the ogre. Dodging and parrying, Artak was unharmed by their efforts. He took up the offensive and was able to disarm one by slicing through the shaft of the spear.

 

Two sword-wielding archers quickly joined the remaining soldier. Fortunately for Artak, the archers were horrible swordsmen. He concentrated his efforts on the spearman and was finally able to reach home with a swing. As luck would have it, the spatter of blood from the neck wound prevented one of the swordsmen from seeing. The other tried a quick thrust, but Artak dodged him and was able to bring his sword down on the man.

 

Of the seven soldiers, Artak killed four, temporarily blinded another, while the other two got away. Looking around and not seeing any more attackers, Artak quickly grabbed the blinded soldier who was trying to clean his eyes.

 

"Why are you here?" Artak gruffly asked.

 

"To capture the children."

 

"Why?"

 

"I dunno."

 

Artak escorted the soldier to the front of the house. Unfortunately, it was too late for the hut. It was already heavily engulfed in flames.

 

"You are coming with me." Artak pushed the soldier towards the village.

 

Halfway back, he met up with the mayor.

 

"'allo. I take it things didn't go favorably?"

 

Artak turned around. The hut was completely ablaze. There was no hiding that fact. "I managed to kill four and capture this one. We need to lock him up."

 

The mayor turned to the villager. "Put out the fire. I need to return to the village."

 

The villagers charged off in vein. Artak watched as they ran towards the burning hut. Turning back to the mayor, he said, "Let's go. I want to lock him up and then talk with the Wid'w."

 

Artak followed the mayor back into the village carting the soldier with him. Artak's tight grip never loosened. Once the prisoner was locked safely in the prison cell, Artak stopped off at the town well and cleaned himself a bit before heading back to the tavern. He needed some time to think how he would break the news to the widow. He was able to remove the arrow without incident as well. The mayor just sat in silence. He even suppressed his surprise of Artak taking an arrow out of his shoulder without even the slightest whimper.

 

After reaching the tavern, Artak and the mayor walked upstairs and knocked on the door. "Wid'w Ursula? It's Artak."

 

The door opened. "Yes Artak."

 

"I am afraid I have some bad news for you. Some Ytterian s'ldiers set fire to your house. The villagers are trying to put out the fire, but I'm afraid it's lost."

 

Ursula started crying.

 

"I'm s'rry to have to tell you this."

 

The mayor tried to comfort the widow. "We will 'elp you after this all blows over. In the mean time, we need to keep you safe."

 

After a few minutes of silence, the widow stopped crying. "Thank you for keeping me safe."

 

"We will c'ntinue to do so until the situation is res'lved. Let's go get some food."

 

Nodding, the widow returned to the room and collected her children. Artak and the mayor escorted them downstairs to the VIP table and ate lunch.

 

"At this point, all we can do it wait. I cann't track down the army al'ne."

 

"We need some 'elp from the king."

 

"Leif went to get some help. He should be back in several days."

 

After lunch, Artak escorted the widow and children back to the room and returned to his place of guard duty. The hours of guard duty seemed to drag on. To break up the monotony of guard duty, he would occasionally travel out to the burnt ruins of the widow's hut hoping to find some clues, but there were none. Even talking with his prisoner had proven a dead end. After the second day of being in the room, Widow Ursula got stir crazy and demanded to be let out for more than just a meal break. Artak caved in to the request, but only with his escort and they had to remain in town.

 

Days passed and there still were no incidents, leads, or anything else to help. During this time, Artak and Ursula developed a friendship. They would take walks through town chatting about life on the farm or Artak's past before moving to the village.

 

Finally, Leif returned to the village. Artak was walking with the widow when Leif returned to the tavern. He talked with the staff and found that Artak was racking up quite a bar tab paying for the widow. Leif said that he would handle the matter. He waited at the VIP table until their return. He had been on the road for quite some time and he desperately wanted a beer and some carrots. K'tek didn't like using carrots in his cooking, but as Leif was the owner, K'tek always kept some around to appease the boss.

 

Leif was already on his third beer when Artak finally walked through the door. Artak looked at the bunny and smiled.

 

Extending an arm to shake, Artak said, "Well met. How were your travels?"

 

"Long. Sit, we have much to discuss. Widow Ursula, please join us."

 

She nodded and replied, "Thank you kindly for your help during this time."

 

"You are welcome." Turning to Artak, Leif continued, "We have been provided a garrison of troops. They are scheduled to be here in two more weeks. Until that point in time, it is up to us to maintain the defense of town. How have things been? Any sightings?"

 

"Only one. You should have n'ticed the wid'ws hut on your way into the village."

 

"Yes, but I wasn't sure what happened."

 

"Ytterian troops burned it looking for the children I assume. I captured one pris'ner, but he's not speaking about the incident."

 

"Well, the king is already aware of the Ytterians in his kingdom. The problem is much deeper than that. Rather than appearing as conquerors, they are after the treasures of the lands. I am not sure, but the children may be linked to this." Turning to Ursula, "Do you know why Jordan wants the children?"

 

"No sir, I do not."

 

"And my eff'rts have turned up n'thing either."

 

"Well then, we need to keep a watch on the town then. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

 

Leif ordered food for Artak and Ursula. They spent the rest of the day talking about Artak's time in town. Leif smiled knowing that he was starting to be accepted in town for what he was, a good being. Ursula saw his good nature as well as his humor.

 

To be continued ...