It's a painfully rainy day, most of the Rheinbürgund soldiers in the camp were already asleep. It was a long night drinking and fumbling around. Some soldiers were left on doing their night watches. There were two-man standing and guarding the east side of the camp, while raindrops kept falling on their rusty helmets. One of them said that he can't any longer withstand this unpleasant feeling in his guts, so eventually, he says to his comrade that he will take some moments in the bush nearby relieving himself. Little did he know that it will be his last time with his cock outside his pants.

Suddenly, the only thing that can be heard is a slow flow of piss and raindrops falling all around. The woods grow bigger and louder, it is too late for the Rheinbürgund soldiers. The clashing Bukowska men are already knocking on the door. From the woods, they came, they have slaughtered most of the Rheinbürgund men, the rest are either crippled or captured.

One man fighting at the Bukowska side only thought about his children and wife while he was fiercely battling. That thought about his family gave him more will to survive and get through this hellish and filthy war. He was recklessly swinging his sword all around the camp, hoping that the battle will end sooner. But to his misfortune that was not the case, that huge bastard took the life of eight men before going to the never-ending sleep. Big Warhammer struck the back of his big and bald head. He was a tough one, to be honest, he had the energy to lie there for some little time and just repeated his family's names. The giant would repeat the same phrase over and over.

"Lilith, Pribislav, Gwozden."

In Bukowska there was a village named Orsk, the people of Orsk were hard-working and outgoing people. Although the population of the village was relatively small with most being humans and one orkish family when it comes to fighting they would defend their village with all of theirs hearts until the last dying breath. When the night falls in the village mothers would tell their children stories about mighty Bukowska warriors. Most known being "The Tale of Bogdan The Tall". It was your typical and simple tale of forbidden love and rampaging battles. The one that would enjoy this story was a little fellow named Gwozden.

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Gwozden had brown hair and a little tanned skin because he was rarely at home, the height of the boy was unseen for his age. The boy was known in the village for his mischief and playfulness, he had an energy of a horse some would say. He's rarely seen alone, with him there was always his fellow companion Shta-Arg, an orkish boy.

Orkish boy was even more naughty than the human boy, most of their little mischiefs were planned by Shta-Arg. On one occasion, the two of them went to the house of a grumpy old man, who would constantly drill their rag balls, and they stole all of the old man's goats while the old man was sleeping. What a problem they were in then, they were grounded for a whole long month without going outside, but of course, the boys would find some ways to get out of the house.

Gwozdens mother was one attractive lady, let me tell you it is a stroke of pure luck that Gwozden was even born because she had many applicants for marriage, but Gwozden's dad was as lucky as he can be for her to choose him. I believe that I haven't told you her name. Her name was Lilith which meant night monster, I can't understand what would the meaning of that could be, but I'm guessing that she was rarely asleep. Lilith was not a Bukowskian name, she was from a country far west named Shuvell Dynasty.

It is the year 346 A.A.(After Annihilation) and Gwozden was six years of age at the time. "You should be at school!" said Lilith, but Gwozden would not give Lilith a response, he just sat there in the corner of the room not feeling like he's usual, looking at the floor. Lilith is now a bit worried for him, "What's troubling you, child?" she said. Gwozden would eventually give her a proper response "Mom, the folks are talking about how Rheinbürgund army can be here at any moment. I'm a bit scared.", he said shyly. "Gwozden, be not afraid my son your daddy is fighting them off for you and your little brother." said Lilith. Gwozden is at ease now, and by tomorrow he is back at his school. One week passed and some of the villagers prepared themselves, it is now certain that there will be a raid on their beloved Orsk.