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Chieftain
Interrupting the bartering session in progress, X leeps from his horse screaming a prayer to the great god Chip and swinging here and fro with Axe, he charges into the village without a thought for riches or women! The driving force behind this barbaric action...a river full of ALE!!!
"COme Brethern...we must not let this treasure trove fall into heretic hands!! Cast off the non believers heads and drink from the river of righteousness!!!...FREE BEER FOR ALL!!", is the war cry that springs from his companions lips.
The fishing villiage stares stupified by the vision before them. They were told that the Ale Angel would give their village a great drought, not to be confused with the lack of rain variety, and that the herald of this blessing would be the heavenly cryer Ale Angel. Noticing his arrival as spoken by the great prophet Future (so say one, so say we all), the villagers promptly pick up containers of all sizes and rush for the river to partake of the promised bounty. IN the mad rush for the river, X is trampled by 50 year old grandmas, and 20 year old scholars from the local learning establishment (many bearing ancient Greek inspired letters on their jackets). Sucubming to the feverish religeous revival...X crawls away from the battlefield, if not victorious, at least more humble and thoughtful. He has learned a great lesson...always announce yourself properly before pillaging and looting. And second, never get in between a "Dry County" village and free beer.
Though our great warrior has been laid low by the battle, his wisdom has increased from the experience. Our hero limps back to his horse, whose face clearly displays a dubious impression of his owner.
"Would there perchance be a healer in our midst, for Lo...I am ruptured!"
While collapsing and catching his breath from the intense melee, X suggests that someone go and aquire a boat from the soon to be drunk and disorderly masses, and that we promptly...get the hell out of dodge!
"Oh and can you grab me a pint while your at the river?"
"COme Brethern...we must not let this treasure trove fall into heretic hands!! Cast off the non believers heads and drink from the river of righteousness!!!...FREE BEER FOR ALL!!", is the war cry that springs from his companions lips.
The fishing villiage stares stupified by the vision before them. They were told that the Ale Angel would give their village a great drought, not to be confused with the lack of rain variety, and that the herald of this blessing would be the heavenly cryer Ale Angel. Noticing his arrival as spoken by the great prophet Future (so say one, so say we all), the villagers promptly pick up containers of all sizes and rush for the river to partake of the promised bounty. IN the mad rush for the river, X is trampled by 50 year old grandmas, and 20 year old scholars from the local learning establishment (many bearing ancient Greek inspired letters on their jackets). Sucubming to the feverish religeous revival...X crawls away from the battlefield, if not victorious, at least more humble and thoughtful. He has learned a great lesson...always announce yourself properly before pillaging and looting. And second, never get in between a "Dry County" village and free beer.
Though our great warrior has been laid low by the battle, his wisdom has increased from the experience. Our hero limps back to his horse, whose face clearly displays a dubious impression of his owner.
"Would there perchance be a healer in our midst, for Lo...I am ruptured!"
While collapsing and catching his breath from the intense melee, X suggests that someone go and aquire a boat from the soon to be drunk and disorderly masses, and that we promptly...get the hell out of dodge!
"Oh and can you grab me a pint while your at the river?"
