Gard against the Labinnac

by Jet556

In search of a ring at the top of the tallest mountain in the vast, unknown Wilderness, Gard encounters a hunting party or war band of Labinnac, since with that race their is no distinguishing the two kinds of groups. To Gard, the Wilderness is sacred ground. To the Labinnac, it is hunting ground. To anyone else, the Labinnac would have started a fight. To Gard, they started a war.

1. Home

Welcome everyone. This is a story I've been meaning to do for a long time. Putting Gard back into the Wilderness and pit the Labinnac hordes against him. I love this idea because it puts my first Evabon hero alone against his people's greatest enemy in the place he spent his centuries long exile. Also, I'm surprised to say that the Evabon Saga now has a page on TV Tropes. I never thought that would ever happen. Anyway, lets get on with the story. Enjoy and review.

Home

Home. What a strange word. For Gard who had longed to return to the place of his birth, the tablelands, and had been to the Valley of the Tombs and to Wilusa, it was not any of those places that he considered to be home. Instead it was the place where he had spent his centuries long exile: the vast, unknown Wilderness. To him, this place that he knew so well but still jealously guarded so many of its secrets from him it was sacred ground.

But this time there was a feeling of danger in the Wilderness. Something was wrong and Gard knew it. Panic was uncommon in the creatures of the Wilderness. This morning was filled with terror. Few events brought such fear into the Wilderness as the coming of the Labinnac. Even the greatest hunters and largest beasts fled to avoid the vicious onslaught caused by the Labinnac.

To the Labinnac the Wilderness was hunting ground, nothing more. Gard had come here to find an object that would aid in the Siege of Wilusa and now it seemed that the very villains that now laid siege to the cradle of Evabon civilization had followed him to the place held most sacred of all.

As Gard knelt by a river scooping his right hand in to it and bringing the water to his lips, something caught his eye. It was blood. It did not matter whom or what the blood belonged to, all Gard knew was that it was blood. Gard looked up ahead to where the trail of blood was coming from and he saw a Labinnac with blood upon its hands and lips, drinking from the water with loud sucking noise of his lips and gurgles of satisfaction making his presence so well known that the Labinnac essentially drowned out the noise of the river.

Gard was a man of honor and to kill someone while they quenched their thirst, even someone as villainous as a Labinnac, was something he could not do. But still, there was nothing to be said about making his presence known and that he did by tapping his axe against a nearby rock.

The Labinnac stood up, turned and looked at him. Upon seeing Gard, the Labinnac made a grunting noise and attacked by jumping at Gard who retaliated by throwing his axe into the face of the attacker with such a force that it sent the Labinnac clean across the river.

Then the rest of the hunting party or war band, since with Labinnac there was no distinguishing one from the other, showed up. An average Labinnac hunting part or war band consisted of fifty hunters or warriors.