Garth and his trusted troops
Hike the Kharusurahk
To take stock of Mayor Locke
A skilled soldier himself
Scattered the Shifting Sand
Saw bandits banned from his homeland
The brutal battle twenty years ago
It left the mines collapsed
And townsfolk with nowhere to go
With little to go round, many stole to survive
The thickest thieves were the ones to thrive
Till Locke ran them away, was elected to stay
He strives to revive the mines
And town to this very day
Garth vents his woes to Wade
The might White Robe displayed
Triggers bitter tirades
Brings to mind Percival
Their skills both surgical
White Robe less merciful
"That he is alive, it makes me sick
We sleep near to that lunatic
I should have crushed him under my boot
My power should be absolute
At least his cultists are floundering
Without the control that he brings"
The band sets up camp for the night
Shining bright in the fire's light
Necessary to best the cold
But in the blackness rather bold
Suddenly a massive beast appears
Ten feet of pure muscle stomps near
Skin made of stone and bone overgrown
Piercing through patches of dark fur
The King's Right Hand charges in alone
Unarmed and donning no armor
Garth grapples the boulderbeast
Glares up for eye contact
Rams his shoulder forward
Swings up for a sharp impact
Garth bursts the beast's left eye
The freed claw tears his back
Finally he is pressed prone
By a savage counterattack
Huge canines thrust for his neck
But the bite is blocked
Both press with all their might
But enter a deadlock
An arrow pierces the skull
The beast flees, its rampage dulled
Garth shouts a primal roar
"I'm fierce enough for more!"