User blog:Cluny123/The Banished

It had been many seasons since that day. Blackclaw the weasel remembered the banishment well. Those woodlanders had chased the Kotir soldiers off like pesky flies. "Raaagh!" Blackclaw stabbed down with his hoe. A couple of his companions stared at him strangely; then went back to planting seeds in neat rows. Farmers! thought Blackclaw. Useless! The weasel glanced around at his cabin. He walked to the door and opened it, entering. Blackclaw approached his room and opened his wardrobe. There it was, his Thousand Eye armor. Alongside it was his blade, a sword, slightly blued, and his shield, with the emblem of old Verdauga, the green eyes. Putting the armor back in the wardrobe, Blackclaw stumped outside.