Orf was lazily soaking in the pale moonlight by the edge of a lake when he noticed a little green fairy approaching over the water. He stood slowly, his mail shirt jingling as the giant rose. The massive axe upon his back glittered dangerously as he stood. Orf was a half-giant berserker on a quest to find the best beer in the world, a quest which he had finished just a few hours before.
Orf was totally enraptured by the little green glowing thing that was yelling something at him. He decided to grab at it but it began to fly back to the middle of the lake. Orf would have none of that. He swam swiftly after the little shrieking speck. Eventually they reached an odd tower and the fairy flew up through a window. So, Orf followed easily hauling his bulky figure up the side of the structure and through the window.
The fairy was nowhere to be seen and all was silent up there now. He appeared to be in the top of some sort of stone structure, the walls were about twenty feet high but there was no roof. Orf wondered at the practicality of having a building in a lake with no roof. It seemed like one would get rather wet living there. He made out the shape of a door in the darkness and he walked over, opened it and peeked around whispering "hellooooooo, anybody home?". No one answered but Orf did notice there were caltrops strewn all over the place.
Orf thought that was also not very practical, someone could step on one and get hurt. So, he moved them out of the way of the door directly across from him and pushed that one open. That is when all hell seemed to break loose. There was a flash of light and a bang like nothing he had ever heard before. Also, Orf quickly realized he was on fire! "What the devil is this! What's going on here!" He bellowed as he swatted at the flames.
A voice yelled out to Orf saying something like, "calm down, who are you?"
Orf turned around and around and did not see anyone, his ears were still ringing from the thunderous noise that had just gone off. He yelled, "where the hell are you voice?!" The next thing Orf knew a large tarp had been thrown over him. This really freaked him out, he tore the tarp off and, not noticing the flames had been put out, swung wildly with his axe. He managed to hit the door frame putting a huge crack in the wall there. "Then he yelled out, "who is there, show yourself!"
A voice from above answered coolly, "I am up here you idiot, I just put out the flames."
Orf looked up and saw a cat-person perched on top of the wall. "Oh, hello there friend! Have you seen a little green fairy around here?"
The cat person struck his forehead with his palm. "Are you serious? Is that why you have been taking down all of our traps? ....wait... Idiot, did you take the alchemist fire off that door over there too?"
"What alchemist fire?" Orf replied.
The cat-man looked frightened and ran across the wall to peer down into the room on the other side of the door. As he did so sounds of combat came floating across the night air. Orf finally put the pieces of the puzzle together, the caltrops were put there on purpose! It was time to fight stuff! This got Orf excited. He ran and started climbing up the wall after the cat-man. But as he did so he saw the cat-man run past him in the other direction. Probably to help out his buddies Orf thought. He heard someone yell "doppelganger", but Orf did not know what this word meant.
Just then he noticed something else. He barely caught a dark blur go through the cracked door over the remaining caltrops. He could hear the thing's heart beating in the corner. Orf knew this had to be an enemy so without a moments hesitation he did a running leap off of the wall, turning in the air, he brought his massive axe down with all the might he could summon. Whatever unfortunate being had been there was now a red vapor settling on the small crater that had been formed by the impact.
Two more villains stood paralyzed at the door staring at the scene. There rising before them was a half giant who wiped the vaporized remains off his face with a devilish grin. He wrenched the titanic battle-axe from the stone in which it was wedged with a grating piercing metal on stone sort of sound. They cowered as he laughed, the red of the mist now matched the red in his eyes which were now drunk with bloodlust. The battle had just begun.
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