nother day, Galan and Rauthgar were tramping
around one of the forests (they had long ago created
plant life, for a dull rock is only interesting for so
long) when they came across many creatures, all shouting
and yelling and throwing things at one another and
hitting each other. This was something new to Galan, and
Galan did not understand. Rauthgar, thinking they were
playing, jumped right into the fray. One of the
creature's round metal objects slammed into Rauthgar,
hurling it to the ground and cutting it in the process. A
thick, red fluid flowed from its shoulder. Rauthgar began
whimpering. Galan rushed over to Rauthgar to see what
happened. From there, Galan could see that one group of
the creatures was headed by a creature in a black outfit,
holding a black weapon of some sort. The other group was
led by someone very similar, though outfitted in all
white. This was getting odder by the second.
alan looked at Rauthgar, who was now covered
in the red liquid. Galan recognized the look that was
entering in Rauthgar's eyes. It was the look of Death
Galan had seen before, and didn't like. Galan hoped that
the lady would return to help Rauthgar, but at the same
time a great rage was building up in Galan. Galan stood
up, and bellowed as loud as possible. The entire battle
stopped. The figure in black took one look at Galan and
ran away, dropping the round metal object that he had hit
Rauthgar with. The other creatures in his group followed
him. The figure in white came over and said:'Hail, Galan. Well met. I am in your service for repulsing that group.'
