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The Hamsters of Rodentia
Hamster Warriors
I sing of the berserkers, beloved of the skalds and songsmiths, the great warriors of Thor's domain, smashers of Jotunheim, doers of deeds, wearers of weaselskins! Fearless in fighting, ruthless in raids, fleet of foot and fat of form, the brave berserk, the war-hardened servants of the war-god, the great Battle Hamsters of the North!
They came from the north. a furry cuddly wave of adorable destruction. The foul Gerbils had gone to far Proclaiming the all the peoples of Rodentia now belonged in the Iron grip of the foul Necromancer Blood whiskers. The Battle hamsters answering the calls of Thor , who long ago made them the protectors of Rodentdum came forth from thier mead halls. Mr Chibs High War Chief of Hamgoth now lead his forces against the foul gerbil Hoard. Carrion birds began to circle over head awaiting the feast to come. The Gerbils terrified could do nothing except raise there shields and await the sweet embrace of death. the adorable carnage was about to begin
"Out of the longboat! Take no prisoners! Sack the village! Make fun of Bjorn Squeakersson's exercise wheel, will they? PILLLLLAAAAAAGE!"
Blud Blugsson was willing to admit that he was a little off course. Yes, maybe even lost. In retrospect, when he'd gotten seperated from the other members of the raiding party, he should probably have headed north, or east to the shoreline, not south. And crossing that big river had definitely been a mistake. And he should have stopped after the first week, not kept going for two months in the wrong direction. That had been pretty pigheaded. He was willing to admit that now. But, c'mon! The battle hamsters, chosen of Thor, wearers of weaselskins, etc, etc, did NOT stop and ask for directions! They were a smite-first-don't-bother-with-questions breed! Thor liked it that way! It was perfectly understandable. And by the time Blud was willing to ask directions, he'd gone so far afield that the natives spoke a completely different language, and all he'd been able to figure out from the sign language was that they believed he was some kind of small, fat sasquatch.
Helm Eriksson was famed amongst the Battle Hamsters of the North for his prowess in battle, and his occasional berserker fits--and rightly so! Had he not defeated the mighty Least Weasel in single combat and taken its hide as a trophy? Did he not throw himself at the foe with squeaks of bloodlust to chill the stoutest heart? Had he not once done eight thousand, sixty-two rounds on the little exercise wheel, while drunk, before collapsing into a puddle of his own...well, anyway, trust me, it was a heckuva thing, and a little disgusting, which as far as Battle Hamsters are concerned, just makes it even better. Truly, he was a hamster among hamsters.
The Gerbil war 1209-1216 HR (Hamster reckoning) predates the great weasel war. Even though weasels had been raiding hamster territory since long ago. Hamsters and gerbils alike are known to place cat skulls above the gates to their villages, just as a warning to any feline savages who may feel that these rodents will be the same easy meal as the stupid mice tribes or plodding mole clans.
The Mage's Apprentice
Concentrate... Concentrate....
Magic, Master Twinreed said, only looks like an individual�s power to those who cannot understand it. One cannot command the world and expect it to obey: nature does not accept demands from those who seek control.
Concentrate...
The world is I, and I am the World. I am a part of it, and it is part of me. By accepting the world as it is shown to me, I shall change myself. By accepting myself as I show the World, the World shall change itself. Do not demand, only request; do not show confusion, only clarity; do not show malice, only...
�Greentail! Greentail! There you are, I�ve been looking all over for you!�
...with the sound of his friend�s voice, Greentail�s concentration came crashing down around him. He sighed softly, stealing a glance at the still empty bowl sitting in front of him as he turned to face his friend. �You do realize, Silus� he said, his voice showing every bit of the exasperation he felt, �that if I can�t finish filling this bowl with water by sundown, Master Twinreed won�t give me any dinner?�
�That old coot still got his paws on you?� Silus said with his familiar smirk plastered across his face. �Give it up already, you know he�s never going to teach you any REAL magic. All he ever does is make you do chores, and every once and awhile you learn how to fill pots. I can do that, give me a pot and a moment at the river. Much easier.�
�That�s not the point,� sighed Greentail. Why he still counted Silus as a friend he could never tell, they had had this same discussion almost every day since he had become Twinreed�s apprentice. �There�s more to magic than is in those old stories you�ve still got your head filled with. It�s-�
�Yea, I know, the whole �part of the world� bit, you�ve explained it before, I still don�t believe it, and if you don�t want to come to the tavern with me, I�m going alone.� Greentail turned back to the bowl. �Then go alone, I�ve got better things to do than chat with those wenches you�ve been with already.� Ignoring the other hamster�s grumblings as he walked away, Greentail again tried to return his mind to the state of pure awareness that precluded any magical spell.
I am the world, he repeated again in his head, and the world is I. I am a part of it, and it is a part of me. Change within oneself must occur before change outside oneself. As I change, so must the world.....
In front of him, finally, the empty bowl slowly began to fill. It looked like he would get to eat tonight after all.
Cherry Seed
The High Grass forest rustled as sounds of a great chase ensued.
Cherry Seed a young Hamster had been out collecting nectar, when she�d wandered too far. Unknown to her or the rest of village, a small battalion of Rats had made camp all but four feet from the village boarder. Casually collecting the sweet nectar from the local flora into her basket, she�d stumbled into the camp.
There where eight of them, a scouting party, dressed in rusted and gnarled armor. One with a tiny rusted skull cap and a scar that crept across his face and through his eye, glared at Cherry Seed. �Looks like we�ve a bit�o fun now eh chaps?� He raised a paw and pointed at the little Hamster girl, cackling in his own amusement.
The other Rats rose to their feet, sneering and licking their lips. They�d not seen a one of their women in many weeks, and a Hamster girl was a real treat to them. But Cherry Seed�s natural instincts kicked in, and tossing her nectar basket at the encroaching Rats, she began to make great haste into the shadows of the High Grass forest.
Laughing, heckling, cheers, and swearing echoed behind Cherry Seed, but she dared not look back. She�d heard terrible stories of the Rats and their ilk, and she wished not to become the next of these fateful tales. She ran as fast as her tiny paws would take her, not paying attention to her surroundings in the least.
Her chest began to heave and she knew she needed to catch her breath only for a moment. There was a clearing ahead and a massive long sprawled across the landscape. She stopped here and huddled beneath the log. Panting, but trying to keep silent so the Rat�s couldn�t hear her.
There was a moment of silence, and Cherry Seed thought perhaps the Rat�s had broken pursuit. But then a twig snapped, and a deep voice mumbled. Closer and closer it came, and before long she could hear their snouts sniffing her scent in the wind.
�Oy, she�s defini�ly over �er.� The voice was loud and Cherry knew they where standing just outside the overhand of the log. �Com�ere pre�ey. I promise I�ll be gentle.� The Rat cackled at first, but the cackling changed. No longer was the Rat cackling, but screaming, in horrific agony.
The screeching of a terrible monster descended on the open grove, and the Rat�s shrilled and tried to escape it�s call. The sound of flesh flayed from bone, and blood dripping on the ground etched its way deep into the ears of the hiding Hamster.
A final screech echoed, and no longer could Cherry Seed hear the Rats. She poked her head from the overhang and glared up at the blaring sun, where there she stood in the shade of a mighty beast.
It had saved her life, and smitten the Rats who where beyond repentance. She smiled, for she had a tale to tell, one most would not believe. Cherry Seed had been blessed by the God Hawk.
