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"Success is not measured by what you accomplish, but by the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained the struggle against overwhelming odds. "
-Orison Swett Marden
"Normal" would hardly ever fit the description of any particular day within the greater world of Arethil. This particular story is often one that perhaps many have heard or encounter, yet it is the people and perhaps outcome that allow this particular story to stand out. The story begins down one one of the well trodden paths of the world...and currently, it was blocked.
What blocked it, you ask? An ongoing battle of quite fascinating portions. A group of men, covered in hoods and masks, had surrounded a rather bald looking individual. These masked men seemed rather ragged, wielding all kinds of weapons from swords to axes, yet most of their weapons appeared rather unpolished, maybe even rusted. Yet despite the fact that the baldman was surrounded, it seem the battle was currently rather balanced, if not a bit in the favor of the baldman. This was evident in the fact that on the ground there were currently a couple of unmoving bodies on the ground.
The baldman wielded impressive pair of meat cleavers, it's power was demonstrated as the man was able to ripe the blade stright through the leather armor of one of these masked individuals, yet at the same time there was a sense of finesse that the man had with weapons one might consider to be "unwieldy". It seemed like after ever reprieve the baldman had from the group, he would suddenly twirl one or both of his cleavers in his hands, a taunting grin on his face that seem to put the men surrounding him under constant pressure. No doubt, there was a rhythm in his fighting , a rhythm his opponents were having a hard time matching.
Still, one could wonder how long this indivdual could keep this up. Though this fight seemed like it had just begun, all of the masked men could suddenly rush the butcher all at once...maybe then he'd meet his match?...It's hard to say...
Richard Henry the Eighth Skor'taag
