This story begins more than a month ago in Vanad'iel. Heroes were not more than mere younguns then, and everyone was carefree, confidents that nothing could shake the foundations of the almighty Federation of Windurst. Under the Great Star tree all was well and the rivers made a soothing sound.
The great festival of the dolls had just ended leaving many good memories into the heart of adventurers and of children seeing their parents shrink back down to child like proportions and sometimes even taking the shape of another specy. Rumors flowed that perhaps a cook had made a Galka rice cake, it was but folly, pure speculation. Alas, something more shocking of a rumor than that of a little Galka girl resounded into the ears of a few Windurstian adventurers, loud trampling noises came from the mountains...
It was not the Yagudo, angered by our mistake of putting Apple vinegar in their offering, no something much less envying had come, they trampled the grass, cut every tree and turned our land into a barren soil. Only one nation could strive on such expansionism and waste of ressources. They spilled and spoiled, cut and dug. Bastok had come to Sarutabuta.
Their minds filled with hatred, and of only one goal, take over Sarutabuta and overthrow our beloved Star Sybil! Despite all the commotion, mass murders and genocide, few answered the call to defend the home nation against the terrible invaders. As the week went on, the Outpost's guard flawless loyalty was wavering, how could he turn a blind eye to all the great gifts these men and women were offering him?
At one point he even announced that Bastok would now control the region, but a quick reminder made him turn over his over his decision. SOmething that the Bastokan adventurers would not take lightly. They came in dozens, wrapping the Outpost personnel in the finest silks and jewels on the market, and so the few Windurstian present had to show them that all these gifts were to divert his attention and allow them to enter our capital freely.
The guard, rich beyond his wildest dreams, never hoping to see such a fortune fall into his hand, being used to see green adventurers die at his feet, could care less, he demanded more and more from both parties.
The months went on and he accumulated riches, and on the last day he was stuffed, rich and aboce all, reverred and feared by all, he had become the sole purpose of living of all those who brought him gifts. He held immense power and he kept tipping his gold scale one way and the other, every few minutes.
And as Darkday rolled around, after months of lavishing he rung his bell and said:" I must tally all this, just to make sure" And inside he went, to count his fortune, to sum up all the deeds done in his region, for once he didnt even have to work, and got so much more.
Outside the anxious adventurers cheered for their nation loudly hoping the guard would hear, minutes passed, and with only a few passed inside the guard emerged from the outpost with a scroll.
He cleared his throat....
Dropped the scroll....
Bent over to picky-wicky it uppy wuppy....
Took a sip of distilled water.....
Unrolled the scroll.....
And announced....
" After much deliberation, exact calculations, and respecting rule 1.0b of the Jeunoan conevtnion on conflicting nations, regarding article 7 stating that a guard can decide of his own will which nation will control a region following extreme bribes, good deeeds and bringing variou supplies, it has been decided that...."
And the guard fained...
A call was placed to a GM to read the scroll for both parties...
He appeared in his armor, ablaze with the immense power within him and said" I cant doanything besides wake this Taru up"
And so he did...
In a faint voice the Tarutaru proclaimed "Well it seemsy-weemsy that I am alive-walive"
Loud moans erupted....
"Oki dokie I telly-welly!
WINDURST WINS!
Yes, outnumbered 4 to 1, the brave Windurstians we are managed to hold back a horde of Bastokans. They were all made prisonners and sent back to Bastok, their heads in shame, Karst got impeached for his failed attempt, and a secret Galka proncess child was named at the head of the republic, some saying it is Karst under the guise, using a ingenious Galka Rice Cake prepared for him in case of failure.
This unbiased journalistic reporter would like to thank the following people for their unwavering support: (in no particular order)
Roukii
Redwolfe
Shykre
Akya
Spot
Mango
Embur
Zangief
Shesnarg
Rafiile
Anungunrama
Heric
Jiraya
Kyouji
Yul
EdwardisEdward
Susperia
Moopie
Scottbayo
I hope I didnt forget anyone, or put Bastokans on the list ^^
Pictures will come later ^^
Have a good sleep!
Edited, Mon Mar 21 20:33:36 2005 by shykre