Barfondaal the Ugly was a strange beast... no, not exactly a beast. He WAS often inclined to the wild side of Nature, and his easily-earned nickname DID make his appearance fair justice, but to call him a "beast" would be quite inexact. AND an understatement according to those times. Expressions such as "beast" had lost most of their meaning as aeons passed and th... ah, we'll get back to the WHEN part of the story further on. For now we shall advance to more interesting introductory sections of it.
So, Barfondaal lived in a large rockhouse by the margins of some of the thousands of red forests spread thoughout the continent. His lair was very neat and tidy on all floors, from the ground floor to the fourth floor. The giant orange fog-waves were descending on that very same side of the mountain that morning, covering it and recolouring it rapidly. This was an event which had always bothered Barfondaal quite a bit ever since the day he acknowledged his existence. The orange fog meant that most humanoids who lived in the forest would come out and gaze at it (they loved the spectacle, dear Reader!). This meant Barfondaal's hunting activity would be boring, since he hated the lack of that old, instinctive, playful but violent feel... they'd just stand there staring at the stupid orange fog. Therefore - and as usual - Barfondaal became very angy when he realised what was going on, and what was going to happen; and such was his rage that he immediately beheaded two of his servants with his bare hands in order to calm his fury. The blood splashed and spoiled a considerate part of his breakfast's original flavour.
His main butler (Lurkke was his name, and we'll discuss him later on) appeared and still managed to collect a lot of blood from the bodies. He thought it would prove to be very useful cheering up his master's pancake-eating on the following sunrise. Oh; I used the word "main" for Lurkke simply because he was the one who had lived longer within Barfondaal's stone lair, so he naturally deserves the word... so I guess it's fair to call him "Lurkke, the Main Butler"; well, at least for now. However, he wasn't the sort of man to think on these terms, so we shall keep that designation among ourselves while our narrative unfolds and thickens.
The Main Butler managed to assemble the two servants' bodies right in time just before the hardening of the flesh. He chopped the parts and kept them on small boxes so they could be properly prepared and cooked in the future. The boiled hair soup was his predilection, especially with peppered eyes on the side. Lurkke was a very fortunate man, for Barfondaal disliked these components of the human body. This meant he would always, always get to enjoy his favourite treat. Barfondaal apologized about the unexpected beheading and finished his breakfast. He didn't appear to be very happy but at least he remained calm. "Barfondaal isn't the hardest of masters," Lurrke thought, "I'm a very lucky servant."
So, Barfondaal lived in a large rockhouse by the margins of some of the thousands of red forests spread thoughout the continent. His lair was very neat and tidy on all floors, from the ground floor to the fourth floor. The giant orange fog-waves were descending on that very same side of the mountain that morning, covering it and recolouring it rapidly. This was an event which had always bothered Barfondaal quite a bit ever since the day he acknowledged his existence. The orange fog meant that most humanoids who lived in the forest would come out and gaze at it (they loved the spectacle, dear Reader!). This meant Barfondaal's hunting activity would be boring, since he hated the lack of that old, instinctive, playful but violent feel... they'd just stand there staring at the stupid orange fog. Therefore - and as usual - Barfondaal became very angy when he realised what was going on, and what was going to happen; and such was his rage that he immediately beheaded two of his servants with his bare hands in order to calm his fury. The blood splashed and spoiled a considerate part of his breakfast's original flavour.
His main butler (Lurkke was his name, and we'll discuss him later on) appeared and still managed to collect a lot of blood from the bodies. He thought it would prove to be very useful cheering up his master's pancake-eating on the following sunrise. Oh; I used the word "main" for Lurkke simply because he was the one who had lived longer within Barfondaal's stone lair, so he naturally deserves the word... so I guess it's fair to call him "Lurkke, the Main Butler"; well, at least for now. However, he wasn't the sort of man to think on these terms, so we shall keep that designation among ourselves while our narrative unfolds and thickens.
The Main Butler managed to assemble the two servants' bodies right in time just before the hardening of the flesh. He chopped the parts and kept them on small boxes so they could be properly prepared and cooked in the future. The boiled hair soup was his predilection, especially with peppered eyes on the side. Lurkke was a very fortunate man, for Barfondaal disliked these components of the human body. This meant he would always, always get to enjoy his favourite treat. Barfondaal apologized about the unexpected beheading and finished his breakfast. He didn't appear to be very happy but at least he remained calm. "Barfondaal isn't the hardest of masters," Lurrke thought, "I'm a very lucky servant."
