The Legend of Tusk

[Tusk]

The Northern Plains of Treygon are home to both man and beast. The Nomads have many names. To the humans, they are Barbarians. To the Elves, they are Savages. To the Dwarves, they are animals. To the Gnomes, they are crazy. To the Uncivilized races, they call the Nomads both Warriors and Prey. The Nomads live a life of following the heards of wild animals which they use as their main sorce of food, clothing, jewelary, and symbolisms. They never settle for long, but that is the way they like it.
The Nomads have many Legends, but none compair to the Half-Giant Warrior known only as Tusk. His story is of pain, rage, hope, and war. His name is etched in the history of every nation in every land as one of chaos and victory against the Savage races. His story starts with this.

In the Death Mountains that seperate the Civilized from the Tribal, A figure cloaked in Dark robes stood at the mouth of a cave. Snow mixed with Wind ripped through the night sky but he did not seem to notice the cold trying to take him as so many before. The Howling winds were nothing compaired to the sounds of Crying inside the cave. The Man stepped inside the cave and the crying grew louder. He soon saw what he was looking for. It was a Giantess holding a very small baby boy.
"Regilion lie!"
She roared with a pure hate shining in her eyes, not at the man, but at the baby boy.
" He not strong, He weak. He is smaller than sickly giant! "
The cloaked man merely smiled.
" No Vora, he is much stronger than you think. I promised to give you a warrior and I have done so. The boy has far much potential than you can ever know. "
Regilion said removing his hood to show a man who looked a little over 30. His eyes were pools of blue and his face seemed etched with markings and acient symbols.
" He is small! "
Roared Vora as she threw the baby, but the baby was stopped in mid air. Regilion's hand was raised.
" Take care of my weapon Vora, else you will die. "
He said calmly.
" He is no weapon! I kill him at first chance! "
She rose up and went in for an a charge, Fully enraged at the thought of a weakling son. Just as she went in for a swing at baby, she herself was stopped, but with a powerful blast of wind.
" Your lack of Faith in my weapon a sad thing Vora. Now Die. "
The sound of several cuts were heard and she fell in several diffrent spots in the cave. The baby was crying now as Regilion lowered it onto the floor, making sure he was not covered in his mother's blood.
" Well my weapon, I have a war to start. I must make sure you are still alive so I will take you to my castle. "
He said as he picked up the baby but his hands started to burn.
" I see, you are highly resistant to magic. Because of my level in the arcane, I can not touch you. Very well. Salene come here. "
At the command, a young elven woman appeared. She was no older than 20 and she did not look too unerved by the diced Giantess.
" You summoned me my lord. "
She said calmly as she moved her long brown hair from her face.
" Yes, I want you to find a place for this child. Make sure he is to be raised tough. I want my weapon to be strong. "
" Of course Lord Regilion. It will be as you ask, "
She said as she took hold of the child.
" Well he is cute for a mutt. "
She felt as if there was no air and could not breathe.
" We mutts are more than you will ever know elf. Watch yourself. "
Salene was able to breathe again and she took huge amounts of air in as she fell to her knee.
" Yes m-my lord. Your mercy is great. "
She said as she left the cave with the child whom she made sure he was clothed. Once she knew Regilion was gone, She headed to the river a few hundred feet lower. The river was still moving. and she made a basket.
" You will be tough young mutt. Yes, the wolves will treat you nicely. "
She put the baby in the basket and let the river take it. To where, the elf did not care.
" Regilion loves you child. He is mine! "

[Tusk]

On the plains in the north, along the Aldini River, a tribe of nomads were on the hunt for food. Several were out on the hunt as more stayed to fish. The camp was at a state of peace. People worked to get the fires ready for the feast. It was a special day inside the camp. It was the day the Children were given names. Once a Season this happened. Children who had not recieved names were seen by the Chieftians and the Shaman to see just what they were going to be doing inside the tribe. Many were hunters, but there were gatherers, weapon smiths, tent makers, groomers, and many more things that helped the tribe. It was also not a one tribe thing. All the tribes gathered together for this.
The chieftians gathered together to talk to the shaman, an old man with no eyes that lived alone and was brought food by people who were close to him. The shaman lived in an underground cave that had been there longer than the nomadic people. Its walls were littered with cave drawings and symbols from shamas past. No one knew what they were discussing but sometimes it took a whole day. This was one of those days. Shiala was the wife of the Chief Rock that lead a small tribe of people but was well respected for his skills as a warrior. Their Tribe was called the Wildhearts. They were known for their skill in hunting and their ability with war. They were a strong and passionate tribe that followed their hearts and enjoyed the plains. Her brown hair went to the waist but had many braids in it. She wore a fur dress that was made from a brown bear that was died green. He wore many necklaces and rings. Shiala had made sure everything was going well in the mass meeting of tribes as many did. She had traveled along the River and soon saw a child playing with a basket. Inside the basket, there was crying. She ran to the child and saw a rather large infant. The child looked at Shiala with a look of scared suprise.
"I found it the river Lady Chieftess. There was a big baby crying so I tried to make it stop by playing with it," the boy said.
" It is alright. Go back to playing, I will take care of the child," Shiala said as she picked up the baby started to hum.
The baby stopped crying and went to sleep soon after. Shiala took the baby to her tent and made it some clothes. The baby was as big as a three year old and it did not look like it had lived for more than a week. Just who would send a baby in a horribally made basket. It was like the mother wanted the baby to drown or freeze. When the sun fell, Rock returned. Shiala had just finished dressing the baby and Rock looked at her with a shocked look.
"Where did you find it?" Rock said with deep voice.
The man stood over 6 foot in height with a large build. He was bald and wore a red dragon skin armor. He had a mallet on his back and his green eyes were locked on the baby.
"A child found him in the river. I can not just let the poor child die. I am going to raise him," She said with a determination in her voice.
Rock only nodded. They could never have kids, and he knew better than to try and disuade her about the child. Besides, He could not sleep at night knowing he willingly let a child die. Shiala did look happy.
"Very well, we need to get him to the naming ceremony. The shaman needs to name him,"

[Tusk]

The night sky was littered with stars as the children were brought to the cave. Every tribe was there. It was custom for the children to be named and their tribe to be honored in the naming. As everyone was gathered, a small old man with a cloth that covered his eyes came from deep within the cave. He had a beard that covered his neck and his bald head had a long cloth covering it. Once he was close to the fires, everyone bowed.
"Be seated my friends. Tonight is a night of joy and celebration as our new children will take place in a tradition that spans over 1000 years. At the change of the seasons, the children shall be named. Opon naming, I shall see what they will do and who they will become," the shaman said.
Everyone sat and watched as the blind man seemed to be looking at every single one of them.
" So let us begin by letting me hold the first child. "
A woman came holding a small girl and the Shaman held the child.
"Ah I see we have a Bearclaw Child. Let me see here, she will be wise and kind. She does not possess the abilities needed for a hunter but she will be a great herbal doctor. She also carries a hint of white magic in her. She will be known as Vela and will be a herbal healer! "
There was a loud cheer from a group of people as te woman took back the child. It went on for an hour. Babies cameup to the shaman and were named. Many were hunters, but there were two herbal healers, a weaponsmith, four tent makers, and a tracker. Just when it seemed to be over, the Shaman looked to Shiala.
" I sense we have a child that was not born in any tribe with us. Do you wish him to be named like the rest? "
Shiala nodded and the Shaman motioned for her to bring the child to him. He took hold of the child and suddenly let out a gasp.
" I see death, destruction, pain, and rage, I see a child who is neither human nor Giant, but both. He has a path of blood infront of him and is a weapon forged from fires not even the demons can summon. However, I see a warrior who will save nations from a great evil. He is a warrior through and through and has no other skills. He will be a chieftain with no tribe yet lead others to fight along side him. He is a barbarian. His name will be Tusk! "
The shaman said. With that, the shaman gave Shiala the baby and walked deeper in the cave.
" On his 50th birthday, he will be a man. Send him to the new Shaman. He will receive the weapons of The Tribal King. The weapons of Fang will be used once more."
He said before going out of sight. The shaman had left the tribes in total disbelief.

[Tusk]

Fifty years had come and gone, and the baby known as Tusk was now a man. He stood 13 feet tall and was heavily build from years of combat training heavy lifting. Tusk was the hunting party's favorite option to use when it came to hunting plain mammoths. He could drag the several ton animal. However all was not well for the fifty years. He aged much slower and many called him a freak. He had developed a shortened temper that caused him to exlope into rage which gave him even more strength. Even now, with Rock's death, they do not look favorablly at their new cheiftain.

Tusk walked the camp carrying the cheiftian's Axe on his back. The large two handed axe was like a hand axe to Tusk. He kept his shoulder legnth brown hair out of his eyes with a trible leather headband with his clan symbol pained on it. His scruffy beard itched his face as sweat poored into it from the hot summer day. He wore a vest made from bear hide that he left open revieling scars from his days as a wild child. His bear skin pants helf by a lether rope belt and his boots were made of dark leather. He watched as the people looked at him with a high mistrust and even hate. He was not Rock after all. His mother was the wise woman of the tribe and she had not done well since Rock died. Tusk mourned on his own time, but he had to remain strong like his father taught him to be.
Tusk had other things to worry about as well. Who would be his wife? The cheiftian needed a Cheiftess to make sure everything ran smoothly and watched the tribe while he was gone for talk to the shaman. His mother did mention that he needed to see the Shaman. Tusk did not know why he had to see that she devil. As he made his walk, making sure everyone was fed and the tents were ready to move out, he heard the sounds of running hunters entering the village, It was the sounds of Running and Panic.
" Dragon!!! "
He heard several people shout at once. Tusk turned to see the hunters running away from a 20 foot Red Dragon that was chasing them. Tusk's eyes widened, but instead of running away like everyone else, he shouted.
" Get the tents and get movin! I'll handle Ugly! "
He then ran right for the Dragon, his father's axe was in his hand, and he soon swung it into the dragon's right claw. The Dragon swung with his left claw, but Trusk grabbed it as he tried to wrench his axe free from the dragon. The dragon suddenly bit Tusk in the shoulder and the big man let out a shout of pain as he pulled his axe free. He then swung it right into the Dragon's neck. It let out a shout as it let Go and swung at Tusk with it's free claw, Knocking the big man off his feet and with a gash in his arm. Tusk slowly got up as the dragon roared, but Tusk shouted back at it.
" Give me back my axe you giant bastard! "
The half- giant suddenly ran toward the dragon and leaped when he was close enough, grabbing hold of the dragon's neck. The dragon almost lost it's balance due to the injury on it;s front claw but it did stumble. Tusk landed on his feet as he began strangling the Red Dragon. The wings of the beast began to beat as the Dragon tried to fly, but Tusk was not letting go but now it was because the big man was air borne. The dragon got a good distance up before nose diving into the ground with Tusk on the bottom. There was a loud crash as the Dragon rose up with Tusk on the ground. The Dragon put it's good paw on the the big man's chest and let out a roar as it put weight on Tusk and sent its head down to take a bite out of Tusk.
Tusk suddenly let out a shout as his eyes began glowing red. Tusk was angry with the dragon, so angry he went into a rage. He grabbed his axe and pulled it out of the Drtagon's neck. It let out a roar of pain, but Tusk was not done there. He swung his axe into the Dragon's leg that was on him with enough force, It got stuck in the bone. The dragontried to leap back, but Tusk grabbed hold of the axe and took it out. He stood up as the Dragon tried to flee, However Tusk Swung and took out a wing completely. His eyes were bright red, his heart was racing, his blood was boiling. This dragon was as good as dead. The dragon could not fly, it could not evcen run away, and Tusk was on a murderous rampage. He swung at the Dragon's neck, but it moved out the way. This led To tusk hacking away at the severely damaged leg until it was hacked off and the Dragon fell. Tusk then took several hacks to it's neck and the head was completely lopped off. Tusk then grabbed the head and held it high while letting out a rage filled roar. Tusk had done the impossible. He had killed a dragon. His eyes slowly returned to normal and the Big man fell to one knee. The hunters ran over to him and helped him to his tent. One hunter held the axe. It had shattered from the fight. Dragon skin was was better than full plate armor, and Tusk had tore into it like nothing. The axe could not handle it. Soon he was bandaged up as Tusk fell alseep.

[Tusk]

Tusk awoke with a very slow start. It took a few moments to even realize that he was alive. He looked over the side of his bed to see his axe broken in several pieces. He slowly tried to get up, but was hit in the head by a large spoon.
" No you don't you big lummox! You are laying down until the Shaman gets here to fully put you back together. You think that just because you are a chief that you can go fight a dragon by yourself. You are lucky to be alive! "
Shouted an old woman who was stirring a pot over a small fire in the tent. She stood under five feet and looked like a small breeze could tip her over. However Tusk knew that Tora was not someone to try and push around. The medicine woman could send the toughest hunter running in fear. Tusk had seen it more than once and was the one running many times in his very long youth.
" Tora, I am fine. Just let me get up and get moving again. "
The spoon came and hit Tusk as he finished speaking.
" Fine? Look at your chest. That dragon could of gutted you like the herds we hunt. You will lay down and stay there until the shaman gets here or the injuries from the dragon will not be the only things she heals! Drink this! "
Tora spoke angerly as she forced a cup filled with a dark green liquid into Tusk's mouth. The big man had no choice but to swallow the contents and then he began to cough violently.
" that awful mess nearly killed me! "
He said after finishing the coughing and gasping for air. He then noticed, the room was starting to spin.
" Tora, what in the hells did you give me? "
He said as the room seemed to spin faster and faster.
" It is called Green Root. It causes your body to numb for a few hours. It will also cause your mouth to not upset the shaman. "
Tora said as the tent flaps opened. Tusk moved his eyes as his body could not move and he saw a young woman with black hair that had been braided into several loops. She wore a deerskin dress with green vines circling around it. She held a staff with several vines on it and ancient writings scattered throughout. Her hazel eyes had lines of light blue scattered in them.
" Shaman it is great to see you have come here so soon. Our chief is badly injured after saving his tribe from a dragon. We are in your need. Please heal him. "
Tora said with a bow. Tusk could only watch as the shaman looked over him and then placed a hand on his chest. He could not even feel it. He hated that Green Root! Her hand began to glow a light blue and she closed her eyes. She began to mutter in some language Tusk never heard of. Soon his body began to glow and he even felt a tingling sensation fill his body. It turned into a warmth and soon Tusk could begin to think clearly. Her eyes opened and she took her hand off of him and let out a sigh.
" He is healed. It seems you will carry the scars on your chest, but you did not have any broken bones. The Green Root has also been purged from your body. Now you will come with me. We are going to the Cave of Ancients. It is time for you to take what is yours. "
The shaman said in a calm voice. Tusk immediately sat up and began to rip off the bandages. Tora was ready to attack with the spoon, but the Shaman stopped her.
" Hurry Tusk, Time is not on our side if we are to reach the Cave before sundown. "
Tusk was glad his pants were still on and threw on the new shirt that was left for him. The shaman led him outside and Tusk was surprised by amount of cheers that erupted when he stepped out of his tent. His entire tribe was standing out of his tent.
" Chief you have finally awake. You were in there for over a week. It is good to see you standing again. To honor you for saving us, we have decided to bring you gifts from your victory over the dragon. "
A Tribesman said as others came forward with looked like a helmet and armor.
" These were made with the skin and bones of the dragon. This helmet is even made from the dragon's skull. It took all our craftsmen to make it just right for you. May your enemies see the Dragon of the Plains charge them and fear take them. "
He said as they put the pieces of the armor onto Tusk. It consisted of a chest piece, shin guards, gauntlets that did not cover the fingers, a helmet that looked like the the dragon's skull and it was all covered in the red dragon skin.
" You gave us a great gift with the bones of the dragon. Our tools are much stronger due to the dragon bones. Our weapon smith used some of these tools to make these. "
Two others came with two large axes made from dragon bone.
" May these weapons cut through the toughest of foes. "
The handed them to the armored Tusk and he looked at his tribe.
" The Honor is mine to be with you all. I will lay down my life for you all. I thank you. "
Tusk spoke with a calm voice. He was then handed the necklace of teeth he wore. This time it had a dragon tooth in the center. Be bowed to them as the shaman spoke.
" Tusk we must leave now. Our time is too short to continue this. You may celebrate when you return. "
She said calmly.
" Yes shaman. "
Tusk said as the tribe parted to make a path. The shaman got up on a white horse as Tusk began to stretch.
" You do not ride? "
The shaman asked with a curious look.
" Can you see me on a horse? No I run. I can keep up with a horse. "
Tusk said with a laugh.
The shaman nodded and the two set out toward the sun.

[Tusk]

They ran west toward the now setting sun. Tusk managed to keep up with the horse the shaman was on with a fast run. The sun lowered as the two continued toward the edges of a small mountain range and just when it hit nightfall, they stopped at a hill that looked like it had half of it taken off and a giant boulder blocking the way.
" This is the entrance to the Cave of Ancients. It is no small surprise you ended up so close to it when the dragon came. By now every tribe has heard of you and your accomplishment of killing the dragon. Now it is time for your destiny to unfold. Inside this cave lies the tombs of our Ancient heroes. Those who founded the tribes and every legend since then has a spot in this cave. You will have a spot in this cave. However you must go in alone. You are to take hold of the legendary weapons of Fang. "
She said calmly as Tusk was sitting down drawing his breath. He looked at the Shaman with now widened eyes.
" Wait, I am suppose to rob the grave of the man who united the tribes and drove away the savage races? I thought you shamans were not suppose to allow that! "
He shouted as he stood up.
" The wise Shaman Toronok gave a prophesy when you were brought into the tribes as a babe. You are neither human or giant. You will be a chieftain with no tribe. You will lead nations against a great evil and you will draw on the weapons of Fang to defeat this evil. "
Tusk looked at the shaman with disbelief. However he began to feel a pulse from the cave.
" You feel The spirit of Fang drawing you in. You feel his call. Answer it. I will remain outside. "
The Shaman said as Tusk moved to the boulder. The pulse grew heavier and heavier. He rolled the boulder out of the way and entered the cave. He followed the pulse as he grabbed a torch and walked where the Pulse grew heavier. He passed up coffins that were embroidered with now decaying furs and weapons to the side. He passed up the great archer Wors. His arrow could hit a deer from over 300 paces and it was always a heart kill. Tusk saw the legendary Rhino. He wielded a hammer that weighed more than a man. He walked deeper into the cave. The sounds of running water hit his ears and the sounds of bats echoed from time to time. It seemed like he walked through a time line of legendary people. The Pulse grew more and more until his head felt like it was going to explode. There he turned to see the tomb of Fang and his Legendary weapons. The pulse stopped. His eyes locked onto the weapons. The weapons looked like they were made with crude metal and bone. However They looked to be made of Dragon bone and the metal had an ancient writing on it. It was a set of weapons. It consisted of a large spear that could take a man in half with a well placed throw. it was even taller than Tusk. There was a great sword that came right up to Tusk's neck. Lastly was an one sided great axe. It looked like it was made of more bone than metal. Tusk reached for the weapons and a voice erupted through out the cave.
" The time has come for my weapons to surface again. I am Fang. Know that only you can wield these weapons. You of Half-Giant blood are the only one to release them and use them. These weapons have the ability to cut through, absorb, and reflect magic that the civilized races have grown so fond of using. Take hold of the weapons and let them know their new master. "
The voice died down and Tusk went for the axe. He felt a surge of energy rush through him. He fell to one knee as the rush continued. His hand was glowing a green color. His vision became blurred and then it became white.

He saw a giant of a man standing in front of him. Tusk watched as the giant man walked forward and took out the axe Tusk grabbed.
" I am Fang. This axe has served me throughout many battles and has granted me many victories. This axe was blessed by the great shaman and reflects magic sent towards it and sends it back at the user. May you show no fear at the enemy as you carry this axe and ma they feel the pain of their own magic. "

Tusk regained consciousness as he held the axe in his hand. He then took hold of the weapon belt it was near by and put it on his back. Next he grabbed the spear and a blue energy rushed through him. He again fell and the white vision happened again.
Fang was there again, this time handing Tusk the spear.
" This spear has pierced through the hearts of many enemies as it can through magic. May your enemy feel fear as their magic shields are pierced through by your mighty spear. "

Tusk again regained consciousness and stood up. He put the spear on his back and then took hold of the sword. His body felt like a fire was running through it and he let out a cry of pain as he held on to the sword with both hands. Red energy surrounded his body and he again saw the vision of Fang.
" This sword is the soul reason my enemies feared me. It is more dangerous than the axe and the spear. This blade can cut through the mighty red wyrm with a single swing. It absorbs magic and then unleashes it tenfold. This sword is the symbol of strength and honor. May it take the punishment of your enemies and unleash it on them with a greater rage. "

Tusk woke up again. His body felt different. He felt more alive. He stood up and felt the power inside of him. The weapons would serve him now. He bowed to Fang's tomb and honored him. He then headed out of the cave. When he was outside, he sealed the cave again and noticed that it was daytime. The shaman was crying as she looked out to a smoke cloud out in the distance.
" So much pain and fear. So many lost. "
She said between sobs. Tusk looked at her with confusion before looked out to the smoke cloud. He then noticed it was directly to the east.
" Wait that is where my tribe is at! "
He shouted in shock as he broke out in a run, the shaman still crying.
Tusk ran as fast as he could. He was still a half day out.
" No no no no no no no no no! "
He spoke with extreme panic as he ran forward to the smoke. His eyes streamed with tears as he knew he was too late. When the sun was at it's peak, Tusk arrived to the outside of the camp. His fears were realized. Everyone he knew and loved was dead. His tribe had been wiped out. The Wild Heart Tribe was no more.

[Tusk]

Tusk stood in pure horror as everything he knew was suddenly erased. His people were dead. His home was burning to the ground. Not even the children were alive. The ground was turning a dark red where the people fell. It was a massacre. Tusk felt cold and numb. It took everything in him to move. The smells of the fires and the dead filled his nostrils. Tears leaked from the big man's face. He then heard a laughter as a final scream pierced through the silent camp and was cut short. Tusk ran to it. He saw Tora laying in more than one place with an elven woman laughing as she began to turn around. She then saw the Half Giant.
" Well it seems you have grown up nicely. Your big and strong now. Torik will be most pleased his little pet was not lost after all. He nearly killed me when he found out I sent you down stream to die. I still carry that scar. "
She said as she held her stomach tenderly.
" Now that I have you, be a good little dog and come with me. "
She said as she turned and motioned for him to follow.
" Did you do this? "
Tusk asked with a cold voice.
" Yes I did. Regilion heard about the dragon being killed and he sent me to find you. they would not tell me where you were so they served no use. Now get moving or I will have to force you to come. I would much prefer that. You have caused me a lot of pain. I wish to do the same. "
Salene said with a laugh. Her hands began to gather lightning as she pointed them to the non moving barbarian. She shot a blast and it deflected off the large man's shoulder. He still did not move.
" So you are able to deflect weak spells. Fine then, Have this. "
She sent a blast of white hot fire at Tusk. Tusk suddenly took hold of the Great axe and swung it right into the fire. Salene watched as her spell was deflected to her and she vanished just in time to avoid the blast. She reappeared behind the big man with a look of shock. Her elven ears picked up a rumbling growl that emitted from Tusk. She looked at him puzzled until he turned around. There she saw his eyes glowing red. She felt something she did not fell unless she was around Regilion. She felt fear.
Tusk let out a terrible shout of anger and then charged Salene. She sent a blast of wind at him that caught him. He could not mobe, so he took out his spear and threw it. Salene, who was once smirking at the spear, suddenly had to dodge it and noticed the warm feeling of blood trickling down her cheek. His spear had went through the spell of wind? It was impossible!
" Forget this. Regilion can get you himself. I am not about to die." She said as she disappeared one last time. Tusk was still enraged. He stomped around sniffing the air, looking for Salene. When he could not find her, he began ripping apart tents looking for her. His eyes burned with hatred and anger. Soon the very ground came up and swallowed Tusk up to his neck. Tusk tried to break free, however the more he struggled the tighter the grip got on him. His eyes were still glowing and he finally let out a roar of rage. He stopped to see the Shaman walking closer to him. He tried to break free, but he could not. She looked at him with sorrow. Tusk gave a growl and the earth prison made him lower to her level.
" Know my voice great barbarian. I am The shaman of the plains, Selva. I feel your pain. Rest now Beast of the Plains. Let the one known as Tusk return. "
She then Kissed Tusk on the Forehead and his eyes slowly returned to normal. His head lowered and soon tears hit the ground. She released Tusk and he fell to the ground.

After several hours, Tusk and Selva buried the Wild Heart Tribe. Tusk took all of their armbands, the red cords of the Wild Hearts and put them all on his arm.
" I am going to find that witch and the master she serves. "
Tusk said with a somber tone.
" My Tribe will be avenged. I do not care if I have to cut down kings to get to them, but they will die by my hand. I make a blood oath to my people. They will be avenged! "
He said now with a fire burning in him.
" You must travel to the human lands. There I am sure you will find the Civilized lands are much more chaotic than us. I must remain here, but I will always be with you. You may be the last of the Wild Hearts, but you will always be a nomad. Take this, May you always remember to seek wisdom. "
Selva said as she handed Tusk a blue stone necklace. Tusk used it as a bracelet. He was still in pain when he left the burial site. However, the more he walked, the more his sadness and pain became a fuel for his anger. He was going to have his revenge.

[Tusk]

The Human Lands

" What do you mean you let him go!?! "
Regilion shouted as a blast of black lightning hit Salene and caused her to scream in pain.
" I gave you a simple order. Retrieve him and sever any ties he had to his past. You managed to kill off his tribe, however he is not here! "
More lightning hit Salene as she screamed in pain again.
" It was not as you said, "
She said trying to breathe in painful gasps of air.
" He loved his tribe and was not an outcast! Instead of thanking me for killing his tribe, he tried to kill me! My spells bounced off him and my more powerful ones were deflected! He even threw a spear at me when I used a wind spell! There was no stopping him! "
Tears ran down her eyes as she slowly stood up. She walked toward Regilion with a slow steady march.
" My Lord, please Forgive me. He was simply too strong to retrieve. "
Regilion sat on his throne with his head leaning on a fist. His face was well hidden.
" He will be mine yet. Though you failed your mission, I may still be able to salvage your screw up. He will find the Civilized Lands to be much more hostile to him than he thought. When he finally had enough of the hatred, I will guide him to me and he will be mine and be instrumental in Bringing this land to bow before me. I have already caused them to fight amongst themselves and weaken their armies. Now Go to the Savage races Beyond the Death Mountains. Tell them it is time to start their march. "
Regilion said with a hidden force.
" At once my lord. "
Salene said as she disappeared.
Regilion looked at a mirror on the wall and saw Tusk entering the Human city of Iso.
" Let us see just how well you fare when everyone thinks you are a freak. "

Tusk looked at the city of Iso with a look of amazement. Not only was the city bigger than any Tribe he had seen, but the buildings looked like they were not going to move at any time. Tusk moved through the streets looking on in astonishment. He seemed almost as wide eyed as the humans staring at him. He saw black smiths and merchants selling many different things. He saw a clothing style he that was more decorative than the furs his people wore. They were also more clothed that his people. As he walked many looked at him with fear. Many asked what a Barbarian was doing here. He then noticed a crowd gathering and he looked over them to see two men fighting. One man carried a sword and swung it at another man carrying a double bladed spear. The swordsman swung with well calculated strikes against the other man who dodged them with a speed and grace that captured many people's attention. The spear man wore a long brown cloak with a green shirt and loose brown pants. His brown boots were worn from travel and his brown hair was close to his shoulder. His hazel eyes looked sharply at his opponent who kept swinging at him. The man sent one more swing and the spear man smiled. He ducked under the swing and then jumped in the air sending his foot right into the swordsman's face. The swordsman fell to the ground, knocked out. There were many cheers and groans that erupted.
" Thank you for providing me such a lousy opponent. I will be taking your money now for those of you who thought he had a chance. Is there anyone at all who thinks they can even hold a candle to the Great Kasik Ortego? "
The spear man shouted when people threw coins into a small box.
Tusk suddenly walked to the middle of the circle.
" How bout me? "
Kasik turned with a smirk to face the next opponent, only to turn into a look of surprise as his head slowly looked upward to meet the half giant's gaze.
" My aren't you a big'n. Your mother must of fed you right. Well I guess I will just have to cut you down to a more normal size. Alright cast your bets! Big man get out your weapons. "
Tusk shook his head as people shouted who would win.
"I prefer fighting with fists against you. Where I come from, weapons do not make the man. The man learns to hold his own before grabbing a weapon. "
Tusk said as set up in a fighting stance.
" I like that philosophy. Very well then, I guess I will have to knock you around then and take your money later. "
Kasik too set up in a fighting stance. He threw his spear to a red robed man and then charged the big man.

[Tusk]

Kasik was faster than any of Tusk's clansmen. He just managed to get his arms up as Kasik jumped in the air throwing several spinning Kicks at Tusk. The collided with his arm, and at the last second, Tusk grabbed Kasik's leg and threw him to the ground. Kasik used his arms to help push himself in a rolling position and got several feet away.
" Alright, you're not as dumb as I thought. There is actually a brain inside that thick skull, " Kasik said as he resumed a fighting stance.
Kasik charged again, this time sliding under the big man's legs and spinning to kick behind the knee of Tusk. The force brought Tusk to his knee. Kasik then Used the knee to get higher in the air and plant a firm kick on the side of Tusk's face. The crowd let out cries of pain from the sound, however Tusk did not even looked fazed. Kasik jumped backward and looked at the big man with a surprised look.
" You know, I thought the expression of someone's head being as hard as a rock was only an expression. Nearly broke my leg on that thick skull of yours, " Kasik said as he walked gingerly on his right leg.
" Kasik, Knights seem to be approaching. There are more than last time, " THe robed man said as Kasik took his spear and together they disappeared in the crowd. Tusk was confused as Selva stood by him.
" Running would be our best option," She said as Tusk nodded and took his weapons.
Together they dashed trough alley ways, but Tusk's large size made it impossible for him to hide for too long. They also did not know the city and got lost. It was not long until they ran into a pack of Knights who stopped and looked at the big man in fear.
"Your the one who fought Kasik? Yes they said he fought a giant man with red dragon scales for armor," One knight said as the rest surrounded him. " By order of the King, I am to place you under arrest freak. "
Tusk took out his axes as Selva held out her staff.
" Look at the pretty barbarian woman trying to fend off us knights. You know she is kind of good looking when she wants to put up a fight. I'll give you an offer, how about instead of the cell, I will put you in my room and do whatever I wish. "
The gaurds were laughing until rats, cats, and dogs were suddenly surrounding the Knights.
"You will find a nomad woman is much more dangerous than a man. As for your offer, you would not survive a night with me, " Selva said as the animals began attacking the Knights.
Kasik appeared out a alley way and whistled. Tusk caught the sound and looked at the brawler. Kasik motioned Tusk to follow him and Tusk grabbed Selva and ran through the alleyway and followed Kasik until they hit a litteral hole in the wall. There was a large cellar that led to a underground passage system. Together they went down it and ended up in a large underground chamber.
" welcome to my home. Oh you might want to let the lady down before she kills you. "
Tusk looked at Selva only to see the eyes of death. He put her down and she stormed off to a corner. Kasik shrugged and said
" Make yourselves at home. Davean will be here soon with some food. "