Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2008 21:25:38 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: warrior realm-5

[READER'S NOTE; The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches and
warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a
young barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical minotaur
(Hoof), as they search for self...]

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WARRIOR REALM
Chapter-5/THE SLAYER

Pt-1

	After traveling untold miles in the hot blazing heat of the Kyran
Desert Sands, our Warriors journey the rest of the way through the Kyran
Desert Granite. The Granite is a vast wasteland of rugged terrain where
Giants were once rumored to roam. Nomad, Liam, and their new riding
companion Hoof venture through the Granite Desert cautiously, the scorched
bones of weary travelers who were lucky enough to survive the desert sands,
lay scattered about the dusty grounds of the desert granite, their flesh
plucked clean by vultures that circle high above overhead just waiting for
tired travelers to collapse from exhaustion.

"It's at least another day's journey through this wretched heat before we
are clear of the sun's danger!" announced Hoof.

"If we do not find water soon, we may not last that long!" said Nomad,
feeling weak and dehydrated.

"Maybe I could conjure up some rain?" asked Liam, rising his hands above
his head.

"NO!!" yelled Nomad, the memory of the sandstorm still fresh in his mind
(chap-3). "We'll risk parchment!"

"okay..." responded Liam disappointed as he lowered his arms.

"What's wrong?" asked Hoof, chuckling at his young companions. "Why can't
the boy conjure rain? Is that not an easy spell for a magician to perform?"

"It's a long story..." sighed Nomad, not wanting to get into it.

"It's getting HOT!" said Liam, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"We're in the desert.., of course its hot!" sighed Nomad.

"No, the magician is right..., the heat has increased!" said Hoof, feeling
a surge in heat rising on his broad muscular back and shoulders. He turned
around, wiping the sweat from his brow as a huge ball of fire came
burrowing down at them. "DUCK!!" he yelled, diving aside just as a shadow
passed overhead and the flames exploded against the desert floor in a burst
of fire and brimstone.

"What the fuck..?!?" asked Nomad as Spades leaped into the air, tossing his
passengers to the ground before getting chard to death in the blink of an
eye. "SPADES..!!" cried Nomad, watching his horse's ashes float to the
ground like black snow.
	Hoof felt some of the hairs on his head singe as he peered skyward
to see the large wing span of a Lyvidegous Dragon.

"What the hell was that??!" asked Nomad, leaping to his feet as he donned
his sword and shield.

"An enemy..." said Hoof, narrowing his eyes as the Dragon soared high in
the sky before changing direction on the wind currents to turn back around
for another swoop.

"You're enemies with a Dragon??" asked Liam, looking up from the hot desert
floor.

"Not the Dragon..." said Hoof, donning his own shield and weaponry. "...the
Rider!" he announced, just as the Dragon swooped in for another pass. The
Warriors watched as the humongous mammal opened its mouth and breathed
fire. "RUN!!" advised Hoof, aiming arrows in the creature's direction. He
managed to fire off 3 straight tipped arrows before leaping away in the
nick of time. Nomad crouched down behind his shield, protected by the fiery
flames with his cloak as the creature passed closely overhead.
	Nomad swung his sword, slicing his blade into the monster's
underbelly. Crimson red blood gushed from the mammal's belly as it
screeched a horrid yell of pain. The rider tried to steer the Dragon to
safety, but the creature flip-flopped in midair before crashing hard onto
the ground. The Rider dove for safety as the Dragon tumbled to a halt, its
wings broken in several places.

"You did it, Nomad! You did it!! You bought down the Dragon!!" glee Liam,
thinking they would be dead now.

"Watch out for the creature's blood, it burns fiery hot!" warned Nomad,
shaking excess blood from his smoldering shield.

"The Dragon was not the danger, Magician..., the Slayer is!!" informed
Hoof, aiming his arrows into the dust.

"S...Sl...Slayer...?" asked Liam, fearfully.
	Just then from out of the dust came a yell and a charge. A 7 foot
man emerged from the dusty cloud with a machete in one hand and an axe in
the other.
	Hoof fired off 2 arrows, both deflected by the wild man's weapons
as he somersaulted and tumbled out of harms way, throwing the axe as it
sliced through the air and ricocheted off Hoof's shield. With a mighty yell
he charged towards Hoof with the machete over head. He swung it down hard,
holding it with both hands only to have it blocked by Nomad's mighty
sword. The clash of two metals roared like thunder as The Slayer turned his
attention to the Barbarian.

"Hoof is a friend of mine..." started Nomad, factually.

"...which makes YOU my enemy!" finished Slayer, swinging his machete again.
	A sword fight broke out with each man blocking some of the other's
best lunges. The sound of striking metals echoed through the searing desert
with loud clashes over the grunts and groans of a heavy fight. Nomad had
encountered sword fights before, but never against an opponent as fierce
and determined as the Slayer. The 7 foot tall manslaughter fought back
relentlessly, striking wildly as his machete knocked Nomad's sword
away. Nomad stood unarmed as Slayer raised his weapon to end the
battle. But before he could deliver the finishing blow, he was suddenly
electrocuted where he stood.
	Nomad watched bewildered as the Slayer's eyes bulged and his body
shook uncontrollably. When the electricity finally stopped cruising through
his body, he stood there for a few moments, paralyzed in placed before
tumbling over like a fallen tree. He hit the ground face first like a giant
oak, smoldering smoke emitting from the remains of his chard costume.

	Nomad looked around curiously, wondering where the lucky strike of
electricity came from. "Liam...?" he called, seeing the last flickers of
static sparking from around the magicians outstretched fingertips.
	Liam looked shocked (surprised) as he turned his hands around to
face him, looking at them as if he'd never seen them before.

"H...how did I...?" he asked, unable to understand exactly how he conjured
the electricity.

"You saved your friend's life!" said Hoof, bringing Liam out of his trance
as he picked his bow & arrows and shield up from the ground. Liam followed
the Minotaur as he cautiously approached the fallen warrior. "Is he
dead...?" asked Hoof hopefully, kicking the Slayer's machete away from his
lifeless hand.

"No..." answered Nomad, checking his vital signs. "...he seems to be out
cold!"

"Then he is a DEAD MAN!!" yelled Hoof, grabbing the Slayer's own weapon
against him.

"No...!" yelled Nomad, placing himself in harm's way. "He is defenseless!
What kind of way is that for a warrior to fight?!"
	Hoof held the Slayer's weapon overhead for a time, trying to decide
if he should go through Nomad or not before finally lowering it, taking
heed what the young man said. He dropped the Slayer's machete on the
ground, then turned and walked away.

"What do we do with him, then?" asked Liam, knowing the madman would be
angry when he woke up.

"Let's tie him up...!" suggested Nomad, grabbing a noose from around Liam's
waist.

"And how pray tell are we to carry him with no horse...??" asked Liam,
reminding Nomad of the death of his horse Spades.

"We'll make due!" responded Nomad, holding back the moisture in his eyes as
he tied the big man's hands behind his back before securing his ankles.


Pt-2

	During the day, the Kyran Desert is scorching hot from the extreme
heat of the sun, while at night it becomes cold from the gusty wind storms
that blow. Nomad and his companions were lucky enough to find a small Cave
in cliffs in the near distance. It was there that they found old dry twigs
for a fire as they huddled around the warmth and listened to the winds howl
outside the cave's entrance.

"Why does the Slayer hate you so?" asked Nomad, unable to keep his
curiosity locked any longer.

"It's a long story..." said Hoof, his long bull legs cuddled under his bull
body as he warmed his hands by the fires.

"We have time, as you can see..." responded nomad, insistently.

	Hoof remained quiet for a few moments, gazing into the flames as
his mind recalled his days in a Herd. "I was younger then..." he started,
picturing his proud Herd as they galloped through the world as one big
happy family. "We lived in the plush lands of Vandorus..., a place where
the Minotaur roamed free. For years we were hunted by humans who wanted to
enslave us as live stock like they did the Unicorns..., but WE were too
smart for them, we evaded their attempts to capture us every time. But when
Lord Zog and his evil Imperials wandered through, he was able to do what NO
man could ever do..., he enslaved us as his warrior slaves. We traveled
across vast lands with his army of men, slaughtering families and stealing
children to work in his Slave Pits...!" Nomad cringed when he heard that
tail, reminding him of his own past where his family was killed by Raiders
of Zog's (chap-1). "After many years, I was finally able to buy my freedom
from Zog's army..., and left to venture on my own. I first heard of the
Slayer after he butchered a small herd of Minotaur on the hillsides. He
left a message as a descendant of one of the villages we raided..., vowing
to kill ALL of the Minotaur as we did his own family! I've fought him twice
before, but managed to escape each time! He is a relentless hunter, and
tracks me down no matter where I go!"

	Nomad was visibly affected by Hoof's tail as he tried to hold back
his own anger. After a moment, he grabbed his own sword from his sheath and
charged Hoof through the fire's flames. Hoof reacted by jumping back as
Nomad's sword tip pointed at his thick throat. "YOU were a Raider...??!" he
asked, tears filling in his eyes as he contemplated avenging his
family. "YOU were one of the ones responsible for killing MY family??!!" he
shouted, raising his sword overhead.
	Liam cringed as he expected the sword to slice through Hoof, but
Nomad resisted temptation, regaining his senses as he turned his head and
walked away.

"I had no choice..." defended Hoof, feeling guilty about his past. "...I
was a SLAVE..., I HAD to fight in Zog's war or become one of his victims!
It was my survival instinct...!"

"BAH...!!" yelled Nomad, wanting to hear no more as he ventured deeper into
the Cave to get away from his family's butcher.

"I've spent the last years of my life trying to atone for what I did...!"
defended Hoof, trying to reason with Liam, the only audience he had left.
	Liam looked shocked as he slowly got up from the fire and followed
Nomad into the Cave. Hoof watched his two companions disappear into the
darkness before gazing back into the hypnotic flames of the fire. Nearby,
the Slayer lay waiting for an opportunity to pounce as he pretended to
still be unconscious while his fingers toyed with the knot securing his
bound wrists.

"Nomad...?" called Liam, carefully climbing over rocks in his path as he
caught up with his friend. "Are you okay?" he asked, stopping behind Nomad
as he stood at the crest of a water bank. "You know..., Hoof wasn't the one
that murdered your family..."

"I know!" answered Nomad, staring into the dark still water. "But I
befriended someone who belonged to the murderous Raiders who pillaged my
land!" yelled Nomad, more angry at himself than Hoof. "He was as much a
sworn enemy to me as he is to the Slayer!"

"Hoof's not the same man he was as a Raider..." reasoned Liam. "The fact
that he saved both of our lives when he didn't have to, attest that he is
not the same person the Slayer is trying to kill!"
	Nomad heard his friend's words, but was too angry to decipher their
meaning. He untied his cape, unfastened his belt, then dove head first into
the still waters.

"Nomad...!" called Liam nervously, "...you don't know WHAT lives in that
water...!" he warned.
	Nomad swam down into the darkness, holding his breath for as long
as possible before heading back up to the surface. His head popped up a
good distance from the crest where Liam stood.

"Come in...!" yelled Nomad, waving for his friend to join. "...the water's
warm!"

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather stay here!" said Liam, not wanting
any surprises.
	He sat down on a large rock and waited for Nomad to finish his
swim. He watched the young warrior swim out deeper into the Cave, keeping a
close eye out for trouble. That's when he heard someone behind
him. "Hoof...?" he called into the darkness, turning around to see no
one. He could hear the muffled voice of someone close by as tiny footsteps
ran pass him. "Who's there...??" he cried out nervously, getting up from
the rock as he scanned the area with wide eyes. "Hello...? Is anybody
there...?!"
	No one answered as sounds of multiple movement could be heard
around him. Liam turned in every direction, trying to get a glimpse of who
was in the Cave with him. When he raised his hand to illuminate the dark, a
small Elf appeared on the rocks before him. "Who are you...?" asked Liam
intrigued, as he stepped forth to get a better look at the tiny pointy
eared woman.

"I'm an Elf..., who are YOU?" said the woman, in a tiny innocent child like
voice.

"I'm Liam..., I'm a magician...!" answered the boy. "Do you live here?" was
his next question.

"Oh no...!" answered the Elf with a chuckle. "We live Underground..., away
from the desert!"

"We...?" asked Liam, intrigued by the tiny likable creature.

"Yes..., there is a whole colony of Elves where I live! Would you like to
see?" asked the girl.

"Yes! Yes I would!" answered Liam. "May my friend come along too?" he
inquired, looking back for Nomad.

"Sure, silly! The more the merrier!" laughed the Elf, jumping from rock to
rock as she led the way to the Underground.

"Nomad...! Nomad, come quickly! I found something!" yelled Liam,
excitedly. Nomad swam back to the crest where he climbed out of the warm
water and back into the chilly air.

"What is it...?" he asked, reaching for his cape and weapons as he flung
the water back from his long black hair.

"An ELF!" smiled Liam. "She wants to show us where she lives!"

"An Elf...?" questioned Nomad, not sure what that was.

"Quickly...! Quickly...! Come! This way!" whispered the small girl as she
waved the two men on. Nomad blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing
things. The girl couldn't have been more than a foot tall!

"Hurry up!" yelled Liam, already in pursuit.
	They climbed down through the rocks into a dark crevice sliced deep
within the Cave's side. Down and down they descended, following the tiny
woman's voice as she guided them to her people.

"Who IS this girl, anyway...?" questioned Nomad, trying to keep up with
Liam as they ventured deeper and deeper into the earth.

"I don't know! She said she's part of a large colony of Elves! They live
Underground, away from the desert sun!" explained Liam, telling all he
knew.

"Are you sure its safe...?" questioned Nomad, wondering if they could find
their way back up to the surface. "Can she be trusted?"

"She's only a foot tall...!" reasoned Liam. "...how dangerous can she be?!"
he asked, sarcastically.

"This way! This way!" called the Elf as they hit bottom. Liam's face lit up
with excitement when the dark Cave's crevice opened up to reveal a plush
green forest with clean waterfalls and open lakes. "This is the
Underground..." said the girl Elf, standing on a fallen log as she gestured
out onto the view. "...this is OUR home!"

"It's beautiful...!" signed Liam, loving its majestic beauty.

"Where are your people...?" asked Nomad, not seeing anyone.

"Right here, silly!" laughed the girl Elf.
	Liam and Nomad noticed the green colored ground starting to move as
tiny heads popped up through the flowers and grass. Liam laughed out loud
as hundreds of tiny Elves came out of hiding, greeting them into their home
as they showed them hospitality by offering freshly picked fruits from
their plentiful bush of fruit trees.

"Eat! Eat!" chanted the Elves, bringing them more food than they could ever
hope to eat.
	Liam and Nomad ate like horses as the Elves entertained them with
music and dance. They celebrated the visitors arrival as they sang in
joyous spirit. Liam never felt more welcomed before in his life as he ate
everything in sight.

"Hoof will be mad that he missed this!" he laughed, stuffing his face with
watermelon, honeydew, cantaloupe, strawberries, apples, peaches, oranges,
grapes, bananas, papayas, mangos, blueberries, cherries, lemons, and other
fruits he'd never seen before.
	Nomad helped him consume everything, eating until they couldn't eat
anymore. Still the Elves brought them more food, telling them to keep
eating as they surrounded them with baskets of fruits.

"No..., we can't..." said Nomad, feeling stuffed. "We have to get back to
our friend..., we have to go...!"

"No...!" cried the Elves, pushing them back down onto the forest
floor. "Stay with us! Eat!" they insisted.
	Nomad felt one of the Elves going up his loin, feeling around on
his privates.

"Wha...! What're you doing down there...?!!" he laughed, spreading his legs
wider.

"It's so big...!" gasped one of the Elves, wrapping his arms around Nomad's
rising manhood.

"Stop that...! It tickles!" laughed Nomad, leaning back as more Elves
touched and licked his penis, while others caressed and licked his hairy
ballsack.
	Nearby Liam felt other Elves exploring his body as well. They
stripped him naked as two began suckling his erect nipples while four
others rubbing and licked along his erect shaft.
	A large cucumber was strategically shoved in his ass as his asshole
quickly swallowed up the green veggie.

	All over them the Elves licked, kissed, and sucked their bodies,
leaving no stone unturned as they explored the weary giants who came to
visit. Nomad signed erotically as his dick started to throb and pulse. The
Elves continued to kiss and lick when his dick suddenly burst with white
hot excitement. Thick sticky cum coated every Elf on his chest and stomach
that wasn't fast enough to jump out of the way. The Elves started eating up
the gooey liquid, loving the taste as they licked his penis for more.

	Liam felt his own orgasm approaching as the cucumber pushed deeper
into his ass. His long banana shaped cock pulsed wildly as his face, mouth,
and lips were spattered with the tiny orgasms of the horny Elves as they
ejaculated on his face. "Oh shit...!" groaned Liam, tasting their sweet cum
as he came all over himself.
	The Elves quickly licked up his semen, licking his body clean as
they tried to get his cock hard again.

"No..., no more!" cried Nomad, trying to get up once again. "We HAVE to
go...!" he insisted, pushing the Elves away only to be shoved back down
again.
	At first he thought the Elves were just be hospitable, until it
soon became apparent that they weren't going to let them leave, ever!
	When Nomad started to get a little forceful, the Elves started
hitting him to make him cooperate. Nomad fought back, but his stomach was
full, making him sluggish and there was just too many of them to fight
off. Though little, the Elves were very fast and athletic.

"What are you doing...??!" asked Liam, also being obtained as the Elves
lifted them and carried them across the floor. "Why are you doing this...?
What did we do to you..??"

"You did nothing to us, Liam the Magician...!" said the Elf girl, standing
on a nearby tree limb as she instructed the others what to do. "We are
Elves...! We live in a forest rich with fruits and vegetables..., but what
we really crave, what we really want but the forest does not provide
for..., --is MEAT!"

"Carnivores!" yelled Nomad, realizing what happened to all the ancient
Giants as the Elves led them to a giant boiling pot.

"We haven't eaten meat in months!" complained the girl Elf. "We ran out of
meat when we ate the last Giant many moons ago! Every now and then we
manage to get a weary traveler who stumbles into the Cave for shelter! We
offer them fruits and vegetables to sweeten them up! It makes the meat
juicer!"

"Monsters!!" yelled Nomad, struggling to get free as the Elves prepared to
toss them into the pot of boiling water. Liam watched as the Elves climbed
a wooden latter to drop them into the pot.

"Nomad...!!" he screamed, seeing his friend about to be boiled alive. At
that very moment, Liam reached out his hand as a bolt of electricity
emitted from his fingertips. The Elves screamed in pain and fear as the
bolt of pure energy shot through them and exploded the boiling
pot. Scolding hot water exploded over the closest Elves as red boils broke
out on their bodies.
	Nomad was dropped on a pile of Elf bodies, crushing them under his
weight. Other Elves quickly attacked, biting, clawing, and scratching to
keep the visitors from leaving. Nomad grabbed his sword and shield,
knocking the Elves away before slicing through their little bodies with his
blade.

"Get them! Get them! Don't let them get away!" yelled the Elves, turning
viscous as the fought to keep their live stock.

	Liam felt their teeth digging into his legs as he kicked at
them. He tried using magic to fight against them, but couldn't concentrate
on a spell long enough to conjure it. When all else failed, he used his
electro blasts to ignite the forest floor. Flames shot up immediately as
the Elves ran for cover.

"Let's go! Let's get out of here!" screamed Nomad, pulling Liam by his arm
as they ran through the forest as fast as they could.

"Get them!" they heard the Elves screaming, chasing after them as they
swung from vines in the trees.

"To the water..., it's our only hope!" yelled Nomad, diving off a cliff as
he dove into the cool clear forest water.
	Liam quickly followed as he cannonballed into drink. The Elves
stopped at the cliff, throwing small stones and carrying sticks as the fire
started to rage out of control behind them.

	The water current sent Liam and Nomad down river, taking them back
into the mountain's crevice. Back in the Darkness, they held onto each
other for survival. The water got rough as it sped through the jagged rocks
before opening back into a still water cave.
	Nomad pulled Liam out of the water and threw him upon the crest as
he gave him mouth to mouth. Liam spit up water from his lungs as he started
coughing in air.

"Where are we...?" he asked, looking around the dark cavern.

"I think we're back where we started!" said Nomad, hearing Hoof's voice
calling for them. "Where the hell have you two been...?!?" asked Hoof,
finally finding them clinging to the crest. "I've been looking for you for
hours!"

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you!" said Nomad, staggering to his
feet.

"I think we'd best to get out of here..." said Hoof, seeing smoke starting
to come up out of the Cave's many crevices. "...looks like an underground
fire..."

"You don't know the half of it!" said Liam, as he struggled to his feet.

"What's this...?" asked Hoof, turning Liam's back to him as he looked at
all the tiny bite marks covering his body before reaching down between the
magician's butt cheeks to pull out a large cucumber. He held it up for
inspection as he looked at the two men quizzically.

"It's a long story..." said Liam, embarrassed.

"I've got time..." said Hoof, wondering if the cucumber was a magic trick?

	Back at the camp, they found the Slayer missing, Liam's ropes lying
where the hunter used to be. Hoof knew he would see the Slayer again,
hopefully later than sooner.

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