The Barbarians Tale
It was the great war of the three powers. The Evil Army and the Truly EVIL "Good" Army (L.O.L.) had surrounded the valiant army of Spartacus, whose Flanks were quickly being rolled up. Small pockets of Barbarian scouts and skirmishers were isolated from their lines and forced to ambush and raid in true Highlander fashion. Argus Blackmore, Twice since then House War-Chieftan of the Highlanders by virtue of Quickening and one of the original Companions of the Bane, found himself alone and on his last life. After taking out a small band of Electric-Sheep Skirmishers, his wounds were at a point that one more hit, would send him into a berserk rage momentarily before succumbing to the damage. He was resting behind an oak tree on a small hillock, when he spotted the so-called GOOD (L.O.L. again) King and his personal guard came his way, not giving any notice to Blackmore's presence. It seemed that the king and his guard were attempting to retire from the battlefield (what did you expect from a truly Evil group that would ally themselves with the EVIL Army to destroy the honorable Neutral Army!) due to their wounds. Argus Blackmore summoned what little Highlander strength he had left, Screaming his Battle Cry, "BANE-FEDELIS!!!!!" he rushed into them before the Craven King and his guard knew what was going on. The king's guard took a hit a piece, before responding. The right bodyguard responded with a hit... it sent Argus into his Berserk Rage, The Guards fell to the onslaught of Blackmore's infamous Hurricane Claymore before a count of four, leaving the Craven King from the Aisle of Bendova, quaking in uncertainty. Blackmore could read it in his eyes-- this was a political King, whose martial skills were probably measured in terms of payoffs, and favors to certain disreputable Reeves, and high ranking members who could nod and wink ands say "Bob's Your Uncle" (no pun intended, L.O.L.) as quick as a kitty changes stripes (and believe me, that was pretty fast in the war of the three powers!) --anyway, within a three count Argus finished off the Craven King faster than you could shear an electric sheep. Don't you just love a happy ending?!

From The Highlander Archives