“I AM RALLOS ZEK” the mighty being boomed.
It was in the shape of an ogre with a fiery mane
Wielding a great sword that had lightning arcing on the balde
“YOU, HOBBIT, HAVE PLEASED ME,” Zek said.
Filbus parlayed with the God of War.
He politely explained he worshipped Bristlebane
The father of all the halflings. Rallos laughed
His laughter sounded like a giant's death bellow.
“ARE YOU NOT AWARE YOU HAVE BEEN TESTED?”
Rallos queried. “WHERE HAS BRISTLEBANE BEEN?”
And Filbus wondered at this. Indeed, where was he?
There was so much death, and so little laughter.
Filbus confessed to the God of War his Fear
that Cazic-Thule had begun to hold sway on his soul
and Zek nodded, pleased with the halfling's perception
Zek confirmed, Thule was guilty, though a nonfactor.
“YOU HAVE KILLED MANY, FILBUS” Rallos said.
“WITHOUT KNOWING IT, YOU HAVE FURTHERED MY DESIGNS.
YOU ARE NO SERVANT TO BRISTLEBANE. YOU
ARE NO MINION OF FEAR. YOU ARE A WARRIOR!!”
The sky split open with pealing thunder
Images of horrific battles came to be around Filbus
He felt oddly calm amongst the brutality of it
And smiled as blood misted his salty face.
“WILL YOU TAKE MY NAME AS YOUR MASTER?” Rallos asked.
“I will serve you, my True God!” he declared.
And the spray of the blood of the war around him,
Drenched Filbus. He awoke on the merchant vessel.
The winds of war now blew in his favor
The ship sped across the glassy waters like a dart
Filbus knew in his gut something was wrong,
and that he must arrive, or lose his Love forever!!
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