How I met Keno,
By Angus BladeHammer
So there I was, no kiddin�. Knee deep in troll guts, mosta� me squad were dead. Just me an one that was too injured to walk. But we had won. Our commander lay in a pool of his own blood, obviously he was neigh returnin� ta� the earth circle wi� the rest o me squad. I had one dwarf wi� a broken leg on one shoulder, and the body o me commander on the other. I was about ta return home an� make sure the injured got ta ha healer, and that the commander got his proper farewell and burial. When all of a sudden out the bushes pops a great beast of a troll! Neigh just a regular one like what we�d been fightin� but an unusually large beast that carried what looked like a tree he had just ripped out the ground! He clobbered me good as I was burdened with two bodies. Back I flew and me friends were gone from me sight. The troll raised its tree sized club, an� I knew I was going back ta the circle an� then comin� back fer� me friends. Then I heard it. A low growl coming from the bushes, the troll heard it too, but not soon enough. Out from the trees ran the biggest, angriest lookin, and best dressed Gorbei I had ever seen. He was carryin� a long stick, wi� a knife on the end, later he told me it was called a polearm. Before the troll even realized what was coming at it, it was missing an arm, then a leg, and before it hit the ground, its head. I gawked in disbelief as I saw this mighty creature cut the beast ta� shreds in seconds. I tried ta get out a thank you or some sort of greeting but I was in shock from the display of sheer feline fury. Noticing my awed expression, the Gorbei turned to me and said, �Look at my new boots.� We�ve been the closest of friends ever since.