Once there was a village in the remote part of a forest.  It was not a very large village, and the people there were very simple folk.  They had the average problems for a small town, plus one.  A goblin bully harassed the townsfolk on a regular basis, taking food from their mouths and clothes off their backs.  The simple folk of the town could not stand against the goblin, though it was not a particularly strong one.

  To this remote village came a young braggart of a warrior.  He himself was not very strong, but he talked very big and did possess some skill.  When he came to town, the townsfolk rejoiced, and gave him all that he could desire, for they knew their hero had finally come.

  When next the goblin came to town, the Warrior was ushered out to face it, though he still had a leg of meat in his mouth.  Seeing the foe that the town feared so was a whelp of a goblin, the warrior smiled broadly and decided to put on a show.

  He taunted and mocked the goblin, boasting his prowess in battle would be more than enough for the likes of him.  The goblin, not being of great intellect, merely snorted and charged.  The Warrior put on quite a show of flashy, unnecessary sword tricks.  The goblin fell after much ado.

  And so this town rejoiced all the more, for they knew their hero was possessed of unparalleled skill with his sword.  All was well with the village, until the day a local noble came around, looking to expand his holdings.  Not a very nice man, he employed a rather nasty Orc to keep his problems.. flattened.

  When the noble saw the 'hero' of this village, he could only laugh.  Some sniveling whelp of a warrior?  This would be an easy addition to his lands.  But the Warrior had his greatest weapon; his mouth.  He was not dim, either.  He called the noble to a duel.  Surely the nobleman would not dishonor himself by refusing... And a nobleman would be easy to defeat with his simple skills... But the noble was cunning, as well, and called in his right of proxy, and named his champion: The Orc.

  With the townsfolk enthralled by the proceedings, the warrior could not show fear or cowardice.  He quickly thought of a plan.  He called for the duel to occur deep in the woods, well outside of town... For the safety of the village, for the clash between his steel and the brawn of the Orc would surely damage the fine village, and that would be a pity.  In truth, the plan was that, away from the villagers, he could slip away or perhaps get lucky and come across a caravan or something willing to help him out.

  The noble agreed, and sent his Orc to follow the Warrior into the woods.  The Warrior's plan had only one problem.. He had not reckoned on the Orc being so hard to lose in the woods.  Apparently this Orc was a more intelligent than he had thought.  After an hour or so, the Orc stopped, and demanded the Warrior fight him, now!

  The warrior tried to make excuses; 'This spot had too much sun, the glint off his shiny armor would blind you, it wouldn't be fair.'  'This place is home to many Goblin interlopers, they must venture further to avoid possible interlopers.'  When the Orc's giant stone axe came crashing down to the ground, the warrior found himself with no choice.

  The battle did not go well for the warrior.  He was, as could only happen, soundly beaten by the Orc.  The Orc grabbed the defeated hero by his ankle and dragged him back to the village.  There, the pair met with an unexpected sight... The villagers, in a fervor of support for their hero, had mobbed the noble and had him hung upside down from a tree.  They were pelting him with tomatoes, shouting how their hero would make mincemeat of his Orc.  When they saw the Orc dragging their hero by the ankle, this only served to make the mob even more angry.

  The Orc dropped the warrior, who instantly sprung to his feet, shouted 'Ah-ha!  Fell right into my trap, you knave!' and called for his 'people' to attack!  Mobbed by the villagers, the Orc was felled with a fancy swing of the Warrior's sword.  The noble was sent out into the forest... naked and defeated.

  The Villagers and their hero rejoiced that night, for they now knew that not even a mighty Orc could stop their wonderful hero, and the Warrior learned a valuable lesson...

 Though he lacked the power of the sword, he had the power to inspire people, and that is stronger than any steel.