User blog:Mewtworules/The Short Tale of Varza Galedeep, Son of Finbarr Galedeep

I wrote this story to connect the Galedeeps from High Rhulain to Finbarr Galedeep.

Chapter One
Varza Galedeep was lucky that the ship had been stolen in the shallows, for that was where he lay now. A massive chest wound had forced him to lose consciousness, but everyone else took him for dead.

"Arr, sea dog's got a mighty death grip on this here sword, by the Maelstrom!" exclaimed Slipp, who so dearly wanted to plunder the sharp, refined, well-made cutlass that the young otter possessed.

"Aye, the pore thing, Ah feel sorry fer the other sea dogs we slain," lamented the boatswain, Blaggut. He received a fine beating from his captain.

"Coward! Have ye gone soft already? Stop yer whinin' and help me plunder this ship!" Blaggut reluctantly complied.

Varza had been taken to the shore, for the gulls to peck his skeleton clean. Had Varza been really dead, this would have been the case.

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Varza woke up, sore and bleeding. He was always a beast of action, so he looked for some cloth to bind his wound. It was clotting, but still a hindrance. After his medical needs had been attended to, he started to gather his wits.

"Filthy searats slew my family. Took the ship. Ran away. At least I got my sword." contemplated Varza. He had to do something to survive. Being a wise beast, revenge was secondary to him.

In a few hours, Varza had a tent ready. It was a fairly large tent, hidden behind a boulder in the woods. No one would find him, and everyone who saw his tent would pass it off as foliage, or the more observant ones would take it as discarded cloth. His dwelling was ready.

Water was plentiful, as a river was flowing near his tent. Food, however, was scarce. He returned to the searat campsite, and what he saw was the ruins of a few tents. They were almost perfectly intact, and probably had resources like food inside. The first tent had nothing, but the second tent was laden with food- as well as a dead searat. Varza saw this searat be killed by Slipp for attacking him. The reason for that minor revolt was unknown to Varza, and he did not care either. One less searat would roam the earth, and Varza got his food. Loading it all in a sack, he carried it back to his tent.

With all his needs taken care of, he wondered what to do with all the tents at the abandoned searat campsite. An idea then struck him.

Varza took the cloth, wood and stakes from the campsite and made some more tents of his own near his main tent. He would store his food in one tent, weapon cache in another, and whatever tents he found no use for, he kept. Varza was a resourceful beast, and with whatever little resources he had, he made a dwelling with more than he could ask for.