The Chronicles of Humborium

[rexhurley]

Welcome one and all, welcome, welcome herein you find the tales of great nations, foes and fantastic deeds.

Tales of woes and fortune, tales of misadventures and glory, all will be esposed to the glory of the world.

Read on and enjoy underlings as you are about to embark on a journey of peril and enlightment.

Said this day the 18th day of the Dog in the Year of the Underling

[rexhurley]

"The following is an account of the beginning of the Great Empire of Kalakahari"

Marching under the black grape standard, the armies of Kalakahari led by his esteemed rotundness Shiraz-zi the Stout, fueled on fermented fruit and dried dog meat, rose out of the South to claim the lands beyond the horizion under the watchful gaze of the guardians of the Spiny Mountains.

On entering the woods of the mountains it got colder and colder, his lordship Napakari older brother to Shiraz-zi huddled tighter into his cloak feelings of foreboding surrounded him ever since leaving the safety of the Tower, it just didn't seem right to be here in the woods in this virginic world of the Spiny Mountains.

Suddenly the bushes sprung to life, mad manic Thraconians racing everywhere the air full of the sting of hornets, men screamed everywhere their life's blood slipping through their hands as entrails spilled to the ground, bellows of oxen and elephants fill the air as they fall collapsing in heaps to the ground or flee beyond the control of their masters, everywhere, panic, mayhem.....

Meanwhile in the south the young brother Muscat the Mouse looked to the open fields with glee at last he would have a chance to show his brothers what he was made of now all he had to do was show them all. What is this General it is just a river cross now, no its not in flood you are a coward cross now I say you must. The first troops plunge into the chilly spring thaw drifting downstream but swimming strongly finally they make the far shore, sire we must stop!! No you are to cross or I will kill you where you stand "the mouse" berats his men next to go the oxen trying to get the armies supplies across, onward, onward noooooooooo the wagons float, oxen scream....