Aye tis true my wee laddie that that was indeed one fine damn story, yet pray tell why you missed out the most important part....this is how the admonian army came to be, come gather round the fireplace and allow me to wind your imagination with tales of fate and destiny, for there was one, one that did slay that foul troll Sawyer and sent him tumbling from his pedastal into an abyss so deep, nothing but his deaf cries can be heard to this day, for i mention the only.....Aethmeankiin....adminborn....
For King Vincenzo not only needed allies from the men of Admin-onia, he knew there had to be a special one. Seeing the dark cloud of trolldonia gaining strength with each passing day our King sent heralds to the farthest corners of his kingdom to find the one they called Adminborn.
For weeks they strove to unearth this legendary hero, yet none prevailed, weeks slowly turned with no notice as each herald slunk back to their King knowing they had failed him. Yet our King was just and fair, instead of punishing the heralds he treated them with kindness as he knew they had given their all, yet he knew his kingdom was now doomed for all the heralds had returned and his scouts had reported the armies of Sawyer son of none were on the move.
Yet the adminborn had heard his name being called, on a spring summers eve as he was entertaining the local nobles wives with his many techniques and his devishly good looks, a faint whisper came to him on the breeze. 'Adminborn, adminborn' it cried, ignoring the whims of fate the adminborn continued to plogh into the furrowed ground....'adminborn, adminborn' came the cry getting stronger with each chant until a crescendo of his name rang in his ears.
Turning to face the breeze as it ruffled his lustrous locks he calmly let loose a roar 'Fucking trolls, can't i get no peace away from the way of the world and allow me for once to enjoy this' pointing at the Lady of Hrao whom was casually re-dressing herself and scurrying away from the adminborns anger.....
....yet the adminborn had not been called fast enough for already the Battle of Strangefields had been fought and our King was in full retreat.
Gathering his gear, and his trusty steed known only as 'Admin Horsie' he set off in search of this Sawyer whom he knew he had to slay or be slain, yet fate had a different plan for our esteemed hero. Galloping across meadows, passing brooks, stopping for nothing except water and food, not even to court the fair ladies which he had so often visited yet my lads i can see you getting rowdy that is a differnt story for another time, now bring me some more ale and allow us to continue....
...For fate was with him that day, her soft hand guided his touch and her voice twisted his thoughts and strayed him to the path of rightousness, for on the sixth day of the week of the Battle of Strangefield the adminborn stumbled across the forces of Admin-onia. Sitting atop a hill with the sun blazing behind him burnishing his armour in the morning suns golden rays he seemed to the forces below to be the reincarnate of the Gods that used to govern the land that was now tormented by the whims of war.
Yet to the adminborn the forces below were his hope, these men were countrymen and the very best, they all knew their duty and were ready to defend it and some even to die for it, fate had guided him and he would grasp it with both hands riding the whims of fate to the core of his destiny.
The Adminborn pushed the men of Admin-onia ever onward, forcing their pace to an impossible rate the miles flew by as they raced to aid their King in his war against Sawyer. Yet they were late arriving as Vinces forces were already engaged being overcome slowly yet painfully, for each man they killed more took their place, but for Vince each man that died could not be replenished fast enough. Seeing the last of his men crumple Vince fell back against the onslaught, blows denting his shield, slicing chunks from his armour until finally he was forced to one knee and his shield ripped from his hand by grasping fingers.
Raising his head he stared into the malevolent eyes of Sawyer a malicious grin upon his face....
'Ah how the mighty have fallen, bow to me Vince and i will make you my court jester' Sawyer whispered in a squaky voice
Despite himself Vince began to laugh at the immaturity before him, looking once more at Sawyer he spat at him and awaited the final blow'
Yet the adminborn had come, with a cry 'For the Brohirrim' the forces of Admin-onia burst from the trees, ripping into the flanks of these trolls, the men of the admin had come at last. Their strikes ringing hard and fast, their faces smeared with the blood of their foes they were an unstoppable force, each armed with a blessed Banhammer from Vinces small but modest collection.
To Sawyer this was the end, he turned to Vince ready to strike, his blade already moving yet the adminborn in his incandescent glory had other ideas. With a shout that rang the heavens the words of Fus Ro Ban rang forth and Sawyer was flung from the cliffside into the abyss below where he rots today and his bones are slowly stripped of their flesh.
Reaching down the Adminborn hauled Vince to his feet, looking into his eyes he said 'Aren't you a little bit old for this shit now', with a laugh and a wink the adminborn returned to the fray, his strikes guided by fate, his shouts leaving swaths of foes dead before him.
That my friends is the story of the adminborn
