These days' people seek knowledge, not wisdom. Knowledge is of the past, wisdom is of the future.-Vernon Cooper

Brut's story …

The day was hot, yet it was cold as ice, not the cold from the mountains I once walked. But filled with the coldness of death. This was my hell.

In the desert, a "man" stood in the shifting sands, his face was covered in blue fur and his back carried five swords, his hands held two. His eyes held none but sadness, as he looked back at the friends that helped shelter him from his past, whom he travelled with for years, now they lie in pools of their own blood being soaked up by the sands, he fell to his knees and cried.

'How could this happen? Why hadn't the earth warned me of these monsters? Is this some joke? Why?' This is what I thought of when I wept near the sandy graves of my friends. All dead by monsters talons. I was scared at that time, I knew I could handle things myself, but I felt horrible, I had promised one of my friends family I would protect him. But it was not to be. I wept for hours, until the earth gave me a weird blessing. The wind blew as the earth spoke to me; it told me only few words, but words I would never forget. "HEAD WEST" It said. So I went, and here I am now relating my story.

On a fence on an outset town in the desert sat a man, a big Ronso man writing in what looked like a journal. The town was small, right in the middle of a gigantic oasis. Where a small town sat bustling with trade and prospers. His name is Brut and he sits here, listening to the whispering wind. The voice of the earth.

'I wonder, head more west? Out again into the desert?' I though as I lifted my head and listened. 'So a woman? She's going to head west... By herself?' I waited for a reply. 'Alright, I'll go' I know I have no choice, but I make sure I give the earth an answer, for polite reasons. I jumped off the fence and headed towards my bags on the ground next to the fence. 'I have been here for three days. Jeez, what a butt load of crap in this town. Thank god my clumsiness didn't get the better of me.' I said as I started to walk towards the west of the desert. 'I'm surprised no one cared of my appearance. Im sure not many people have seen a Ronso, but I know their reactions anyway, people here for the most part are weak of mind and can be read easily.' I thought as I went with bags and swords on my back. 'Time for some exercise' I though as I got on all fours and shuddered. 'I haven't done this in a long time.'

He thought this as he leaped forward and ran at high speeds as gracefully as a cheetah, running over the dunes he ran as an animal for what seemed like hours, suddenly the wind gusted and he stopped. He leaped up on his hind legs, now looking as composed as he did before he ran and grabbed his swords, one on his back and one on his hip, he prepared himself. He sniffed; the air smelled of sewage and discarded carcasses. It was the smell of a sand worm. The devourer of the sands. He scanned the area looking for any kind of misplacing sand, he didn't need to, the worm leaped out of the sand at him, his reaction was masterful as he drew the sword from his left side and sliced the worm in two, and the worm fell. The sword shined blue as he sheathed it, wiping the green blood left over from the overgrown bug, there was no time to react, as the wind blew once more, and three worms leapt our of the sand at high speeds, converging on Brut, he was calm. Brut grabbed his sword one by one as he threw them in the air until all seven where up, he started to juggle the blades as he fell, grabbing the swords he slashed and threw up his blades, catching, slashing then throwing. His blades danced in the sky and the flashes reflected his eyes. They showed calm eyes that where accustomed to carnage, he caught the last sword letting the other fall to the ground pinning the last worm, as he brought down the sword he caught and delivered the finishing blow. He grabbed his swords and sheathed them back. The god of blades walked on west, deeper into the sands, waiting for the earth to give him more instructions. He walked till nightfall, no monsters bothered with him, he reeked of sand worm. He eventually found a cave; it was cool and provided shelter for the night. A good place to rest, he walked in. He scanned the shallow cave and saw not a soul was here, but to make sure, he asked the earth, but it provided no answer. He shrugged it off as just the earth didn't want to talk. He undressed and fell to sleep.

'That was a good rest.' Brut thought as he opened his eyes, he was still in the cave he, he could tell by the feel of the cave floor, but when he tried to open his eyes, he realized that one thing was wrong, he couldn't see. 'O MY GOD!!!' Brut though as he thrashed on the floor, that's when he resized the second thing that was wrong, he was tied up on the floor.

"So the idiot decided to wake up." Said a distant voice coming from just outside the cave, it was clearly male.

"Yep, now what do we do with him? Kill 'em?" said another voice, also male, but that was the last thing on Brut's mind as he was thrashing on the floor.

"MHHDERFUGGRILLKLLU!" Brut muffled, realizing now that he was also gagged.

"I think he says that he's going to kill us." Said the first voice, he walked over to Brut and undid his gag. "So you want to kill us?" Said the voice, only he relized that his prisoner was not groveling for his life, instead it seemed like he was praying.

"Hey Mac! The blue man is praying! How HI-LAR-I-OUS!" The second voice said right before the cave was engulfed in flames of blue. The men screamed as they where burnet to death. Brut stood up as the flames cleared.

"Will o Wisp. A magic I learned on my journeys. Hey earth, make their souls rot for me ok?" Brut said as he gathered his belongings that where strewed around the cave in the hot sands, he had to shake a few bugs off but he was able to recover all of his lost belongings. 'Dumbasses.' He though as he got on all fours, shuddered and ran west with the ever loving wind at his back.