A messenger ran into the throne room.
"Queen!" he said, "I've just recived news from our spies that Leath is sending a party of ten men to resurrect the great hero Tarcan!"
"Yes, I remember now. Twenty years ago our spies reported that the King Chaltas's faithful servant, Rettan, saw that anybody could resurrect him. By getting all his bones together, and having a person willing to let their soul go into the skeleten."
The General Ython mosyed into the room under his own power.
"What's happening?" the general asked.
"King Chaltas is sending a party of ten people to resurrect the great hero Tarcan. So, we must send a party as well. If they manage to resurrect Tarcan, then he will surely help them win the war. Let's send a party of eleven people. General, go find ten people and a man to turn into the skeleten."
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Four days later, the general stood outside the door to the throne room. The general knocked on the door.
"Come in!" came the queen's voice.
The general opened the door, and stepped in.
"I have found the eleven people." the general said.
"Good job." the queen said, "Where are they?"
"Outside." answered the general.
"Well," the queen said, "Bring them in, I'd like to meet them."
They all filed in, and sat down in chairs against the far wall. The queen looked at them all.
The first person was a woman, who looked about twenty years old. With black hair, green eyes, and full addy with a skirt; holding a rod of iron.
"What is your name?" the queen asked.
"Vata." she answsered.
"Do you just hit people with that bar of iron?" the queen asked.
"Well, kind of," she replied, "I can make it glow red hot whenever I want it to."
"Well," said the queen, "you sound very good. You shall be on the team as co-leader."
"Thank you." she said.
20-Sep-2006 21:39:54
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