User blog:Thornclaw Braveheart/The Conquerors

Dedicated to The Sable Quean because I wondered who Armuk Rinn really was.

Prologue
Somewhere deep in the forests of the far North, a black-furred beast stalked the ancient roads. Never had they been used by peaceful creatures for many a long season. Now, this black-furred beast, a tall one clad in a hooded black cloak, brown tunic, and battleaxe watched for a sign. Suddenly, he heard a snarl. The rat must have returned. The creature raced through the woods until he found a one-eyed searat armed with a cutlass carrying a bag.

"You have it?" asked the black-robed beast.

"Aye, Lord." replied the rat, as he opened the bag. Inside were many supplies to last long, and tied up inside the bag was a struggling stoatbabe.

"Feisty, isn't he?" asked the mysterious creature.

"Aye, Lord." replied the rat. With that, the black-robed beast removed his hood, exposing a weasel-like face criss-crossed with scars. Tha rat spoke again. “He shall serve you well, my Lord Grazuk Rinn.”

And so the Ravagers were born.