Another story from MjM!
A few hours after the fighting men set out to releive the other city, they were swarmed.
Even though the bulk of the Veristeans where gone, an opposing force assembled very quickly.
The Zibonese trekked back to the city gates.
Then, the Man stepped up and spoke.
"We cannot go back into the city so soon."
"We need to secure the area outside of the city at least, and rescue any Zibonese."
They began to spread out, searching for any farms or people who would join them.
A few vicious fights broke out.
The Man was in one paticularly ferocious one.
The party of about 30 Zibonese were looking and they saw a small farm in the distance.
As they approached it, an arrow shot from the trees, killing a young boy in the front file.
The rest of them dropped down, but this was no good as well, because the ground was relatively flat.
An archer became to cocky, and left his precious hiding spots in the trees to get a closer shot at the Zibonese.
The Zibonese charged this postion, sustaining a few losses.
They found a small group of archers, and killed them. Theese bows would be precious.
They began to make their way back into the farm.
The farmhouse itself was small. Then, crashing through the window came a soilder.
The door closed, and the fire erupted from outside. The soilder, shot with an arrow.
Would a party of fighting men be killed in a fire?
With the nervous scurring, someone trooped. Everyone looked at him and saw that the floor was wooden in that part, instead of dirt.
It also what seemed to be a handle, to open.
The Man stepped up to it, and opened it. It was a large dug out cellar.
Hurriedly, the fighting men scurried in.
A torch lay on the ground. Someone picked it up.
The room was very large, and square. It had a small staircase leading up to the blazing farmhouse above.
Also, there were shelves, made of wood.
With scrolls, must be hundreds of scrolls.
And some strange looking idols.
"Why would a measly farmer have this?" blurted out someone.
The Man approached the shelves. He unrapped a scroll.
This scroll looked like this:
Zorastism: The Religion of our forefathers.
Long ago, when Zibon exsisted for itself, and not for Veritas, the people worshipped Zang, the true god, not the One.
A small group of people left to live in a different land and carry on the traditions, but they have all but died.
It is my duty to keep Zorastism alive through perserving theese scrolls, and ancient idols.
If you have stumbled on to this collection, please see that it is kept safetly.
[the signature is all but gone] 687.
"There were rumors, rumors of a religion that exsisted long ago, that was worshipped by the Ancient and True Zibonese."
"We were always told by many that this was but a fable."
"Theese documents prove it true."
The soilders stood, wide eyed. A Zibonese religion exsisted?
Some were joyed, and many began to unwrap more scrolls with care, and read them. (If they could)
The Man approached an idol.
On the bottom was carved "Zang"
"This is our God, men!"