User blog:Snowstripe the Fierce/"The Last Stand"

Prologue
Gladir Raz the black rat walked into his tent. He was the chieftain of the Juskaraz, a vermin Horde of about 15 score vermin. And now, he had a meeting with Valen the ancient vixen seer and healer. She had been in the horde since Zord Cram, father of Grag Cram, their last leader, had ruled the horde. He had a plan. It was dangerous. It was risky. But he would do it anyway. As he sat down in the tent, Valen just stared at him. "Well, what are you waiting for!? Let's begin!" the rat chieftain said in his usual gruff voice. The vixen hesitated, then took a breath, and softly said, "Before we begin, there must be a chant, as well as a sacrifice of fur." The black rat took out a double-edged dagger from his belt. "Well, say the chant, and I'll cut my fur!" He barked. Without hesitation, the vixen began, "Oh, warlords, chieftains, killers, assassins,   We call upon your name,    We call to you beyond HellGates,    To relive your former fame.    For a chance to destroy that sacred Abbey,    From which your blood was spilt,    We ask you to take up your blade by it's hilt.    We offer you a chance to watch the Abbey burn,    We humbly ask you to return." As she finished, Gladir took his knife and cut some Fur from his paw. He dropped it into the empty cauldron. "Wait a minute, where's the water? All Cauldrons are serposed to have water in 'em!" the chieftain said. "Ah, yes." Valen said, "the water In here is boiled as hot as possible. If not, the ritual will not work." the fox seer took a kettle And poured it's boiling contents into the cauldron. Gladir watched as his black fur floated in the steaming Water.