User blog:Colonel Acelin/Colonel Acelin:Wolfrise

Prologue A biting, cruel, winter wind swept across the chilly ocean until it encountered a mountain. That mountain was Salamandastron,Mountain of the Fire Lizard. Our story starts with 2 young leverets. Both of their coats were white as the snow outside.But one was tall and lanky and tall, the other had a dark spot on his right shoulder. They were running along the corridor until Bam! They ran right into the chief librarian! He had 7-odd scrolls in his arms before the crash, and had 1 in his ear after. The leverets looked rather dejected, "Sorry sir, we know we shouldn't have ran in the halls." The old-timer laughed and collected his robes."Now, for this crime you'll have to join me and listen to the story of the Juskalord." The lanky one perked up, "A story! Really sah! Uh I mean-" his demeanor quickly changed "It will be my painful duty but I will see it through." So the old timer marched them into the mess hall of Salamandastron. Already a crowd was waiting. Hares, mice ,sea otters, all were waiting. The old timer coughed politely and spoke "Well let's see..."

Chapter 1 The sand created snakes that slithered across the shore, a figure hooded and cloaked was slowly walking, like in a funeral procession. The figure made its way to the top of a great dune and saw a small village. Slowly the figure looked left, then right. And in a sudden movement hi raised both hands and screamed "Rally to me!!" Suddenly from their hiding places rose 7 score of ferrets, all with the tattoos of red zig-zagging lightning from their left ear to their snouts. The hooded one's hood fell back to reveal the face of a true wolf of gargantuan strength."Charge!!!" he spoke in a gravelly tone. The host began to march rank and file as the archers, equipped with great-bows began shooting bolts of flame into the sky. The town below started to burn and the host relentlessly marched forward. When they got to the community, the houses were already burning. A small, quickly-assembled array of defenders lined up in the town's defence. As the host closed in, the defenders charged the line. The vermin were caught unawares. The fighting that ensued was vicious. One of the defenders got their paw hued off. The one next to him thrust a torch at one of the archers, causing him to burn like a beacon in the night.The defenders pulled a brave attempt, but against such odds, they could not win. When the dawn broke out nothing was left of the village but scattered bodies and destroyed houses