text: Silly humans. Defeating a horde of Dragons is not something they can achieve, even with Ratman help.
  
  "Killing humans, on the other hand.... was very easy" contemplated Trollslayer, holding the emissary's severed head. A Ratman was sent to the Dragon Warlord with the message that the Ratmen will aid them against the humans. This way, the Blackfur Clan would gain some more fame for it's deeds. The humans weren't their friends anyway, sneaking in almost monthly and stealing supplies, then claiming it was a Ratman who sent them.
  
  But something was off. The messenger to the dragons should have returned. Trollslayer gathered a group of warriors and decided to go and meet the Dragon warlord personally. Just as they left the camp, they noticed a blue spiral of energy shooting towards the sky from somewhere over the next ridge.
  
  Approaching, Trollslayer found out it was the messenger. He was returning from the Dragons. He wasn't eaten, so they must have accepted Ratman aid... but he was killed by a magical spell, probably the spiral seen earlier. Something was wrong....
  
  Another spiral shot to the sky , this time from the direction of the Blackfur camp. And another one. if the spiral was what killed the messenger, then it was certain that the Clan was in danger. Trollslayer cursed his decision to leave. He returned to Camp to find it razed to the ground, not one trace of Ratman but the paw prints on the ground, near a huge crater where once Trollslayer's Lair stood. This was impossible! It was only minutes! Who could have done that? The entire Blackfur clan, demoted from the biggest Ratman Clan to probably the smallest one in mere MINUTES! Trollslayer was enraged. It was clearly the hand of the humans. It must be. Who else to blame?
  
  "Heh, not so tough now, eh, Greyfur?" whispered an ominous voice. None of the group seemed to hear it, except Trollslayer. But he left behind that name a long time ago.....
  
  Trollslayer tried to talk to the voice, creeping out his fellow Ratmen, who thought him to be delusional from the loss, which was understandable, but Trollslayer knew that there was more than that. He took his band of warriors and decided to march against the human city, infiltrate it during the night , and assassinate all it's leaders.
  
  There were two ways they could sneak in: the sewer system, which was a known weak point of the city, and , strangely, the main gate, as it was torn down by a recent earthquake and was still in construction. Trying to chose one of the ways, Trollslayer heard the whispering again: "You wouldn't want to get all the attention of the city by just walking through the main gate, are you? Go on Greyfur.... Avenge your brothers... sneak through the sewers! Eradicate them!"
  
  > go through the Sewers
  The Sewers were both logical , and recommended by the ominous voice; there had to be something at the middle....
  
  Trollslayer gathered the group by the city walls, near the small sewer grates. His champions nodded and , after they dislodged the grate, they sneaked in the sewer system. Guided by their innate sense of smell, the Ratmen quickly located entrances in the city, and went on to their targets. Trollslayer had the self-imposed mission of assassinating the Royal Family and whatever other important person in the Castle at the time. The largest sewer tunnel lead straight under the Castle.
  
  Trollslayer followed his sense of smell and found an entrance big enough for him to fit. Suddenly, he felt something... or someone... He stopped, held his breath and scanned the tunnels behind with his eyes. Something was close. Very close. too close.....
  
  "Greyfur..." echoed a whisper, seemingly coming from everywhere. The sense of danger had Trollslayer draw his sword and dagger. The thing was still close... but there was also something else.. something bigger... from above. Suddenly, the tunnels were illuminated from above, as several guards opened the sewer gate.
  
  "There he is! get him!" shouted the guard captain. Trollslayer had no time to escape, as the guards jumped down and surrounded him. The only option was to fight....
  
  Several quick slashes later, Trollslayer snatched the key-ring from the guard captain's corpse, and jumped up the tunnel. He was in the castle... but someone alerted the guards about his coming. Were his colleagues in the same situation? No matter. He needed revenge. For each of the guards killed down there, he remembered yet another member of his now-obliterated Clan.
  
  "Greyfur...." echoed the whispered voice again. This was getting tedious. Something bad was clearly going to happen. And why did the voice keep calling him Greyfur? No time for rhetoric questions, the sound of battle had Trollslayer's attention. Something was fighting the guards in the throne room! Trollslayer recognized the sounds of the weapons... the guards' spears... and... a bone club? Yes, that was clearly the sound of a bone club smashing a skull. He heard that sound way too many times in his childhood to misplace it. But only Swamp Trolls used them... and they were exterminated.....
  
  "Not all of them, little Greyfur" echoed the voice, responding the Trollslayer's thoughts. Trollslayer barged in the throne room, to see.... a Swamp Troll slaughtering the last pocket of guards. About three dozen bodies were on the ground, including most of the royal family and a few servants. The Troll swiped at the group with his club, and none was left alive. He then turned around and looked Trollslayer in the eyes.
  
  "Welk'm', Greyf'r!" said the Troll in his semi-illiterate accent. Trollslayer had a flashback of the events that made him leader of the Clan. He recognized the Troll's devilish gaze. It was the troll that killed his father. The troll leader that was never found..... Was he behind the attack on the Clan?
  
  "You!" uttered Trollslayer "Why aren't you dead?"
  
  "Bekous' me be plannin' r'venge, lil' Greyf'r, 'n that mean me has t' s'rvive'! "
  
  "The revenge will be all mine, beast! I got my name for killing your kind!" answered Trollslayer, then charged. The Swamp Troll was as slow as he remembered, and just as clumsy. Trollslayer asked himself for a second how did he manage to murder everyone in the room, and the seemingly-omniscient whispered voice answered promptly "You'll find out soon, Greyfur", without the Troll hearing it. Was the voice inside his head?
  
  A few slashes here, a few slashes there and a precise strike saw Trollslayer renewing his title, and also getting revenge for his father and whatever other lives the Swamp Trolls had taken. Strangely, the severed troll head seemed to smile for a second.......then it decomposed, just like Swamp trolls used to..... but the sound of footsteps behind alerted Trollslayer. He turned around to see a guard shoving the door open .
  
  "Wha--- RATMAN! IN THE THRONE ROOM! HE KILLED THE KING! " yelled the guard, horrified at the terrible display of four dozen crushed bodies and the stench of a decomposing Swamp Troll. Trollslayer charged at him, slashed his throat, and ran away before the other guards could arrive.
  
  What was the Troll doing there? Why did he kill the Royal Family?
  
  Many questions circled Trollslayer's head as he ran back to the sewer entrance, slashing any solitary guard in his way and avoiding groups. As he found his way back to the sewer, he felt the presence again. Something was near, something extremely evil.... He heard a footstep behind, and he turned around to see a bright blue light...... and faint.
  
  > The Mystery
  The pain was unbearable. He had to wake up. And he did, with a scream that could have echoed for miles if not for the solid concrete blocks from which the walls were made. Why did it hurt so bad? No matter, it started to wear off...
  
  Trollslayer slowly remembered what happened; the sewers, the troll, the massacre..... even the bright light that made him faint. It was clearly a spell, and whoever cast it knew he was going to return to the sewers.... But who could it be?
  
  The question was answered by a kick in the groin. Trollslayer fell on the ground, squeaking. As if the headache was not enough... He opened his eyes to see the attacker; a sorcerer of sorts, with a black robe and cowl, and a blue, glowing staff. That staff was definitely the source of the light that knocked Trollslayer earlier.
  
  "Well, well, little Greyfur, left to rot in the shadow of his pointless past deeds, lost in the echo of his father's courage, finally bound to my will...." said the sorcerer with a distinct ratman voice.
  
  "Who... are you?" asked Trollslayer, backing off and trying to rise from the ground.
  
  "I am the one left behind, forgotten by all.... I am the bane of your existence... I have returned to take my rightful crown as ruler of ratkind!" said the sorcerer, removing his cowl. It was Blackscree, Trollslayer's lost brother.
  
  "Blackscree? Is that... but I though you were---"
  
  "Dead? No, dear brother! Death would have been too easy. I left the Clan willingly. I was next to the throne! I WAS SUPPOSED TO RULE! This is what you did to me!" shouted Blackscree, shoving Trollslayer into a wall.
  
  "I'm sorry for saving the Clan, brother! I acted out of instinct! I didn't want to die! You could have done the same!"
  
  "LIES! ALL LIES!" yelled Blackscree even louder. "YOU KILLED OUR FATHER! YOU'RE NOT FIT TO RULE!"
  
  "What? I never.... You were there, Blackscree! You KNOW I didn't kill our father! It was that damned Troll!"
  
  "That damned troll? THAT DAMNED TROLL? No, brother, it was YOU! " said Blackscree, punching Trollslayer into the wall. "I was there! I saw you, slicing his throat to take his place! The Trolls didn't stand a chance! The Ratmen only had casualties because of the stampede you caused!" uttered the angered Ratman, slapping Trollslayer with his staff.
  
  Blackscree was either delusional... or he really believed all this. Who could have engraved in his mind that.... wait! The Troll Leader! That explains his survival, and his teaming up with Blackscree at the castle. But now the beast was dead. The Troll probably mentored Blackscree all these years, forcing him to believe it was Greyfur who caused destruction.
  
  But this didn't matter now. The room had no exits, and Blackscree was enraged, five years of fury flowing in his veins. What was Trollslayer going to do?
  
  > fight back!
  It was time to strike. Who knew when the spell was going to take effect?
  
  Trollslayer dashed at his brother and knocked him down, interrupting the spell. The sound of a large explosion temporarily deafened both Ratmen, even if no explosion actually took place. Blackscree dropped his staff. Trollslayer saw it, and dashed for it. Blackscree noticed his brother, and for some reason, he looked at the staff , both worried and scared. Trollslayer touched it first, and snatched it before Blackscree got his paws on it.
  
  Upon picking up the staff, Trollslayer was infused with memories and powers of it's past owners; various mages, from arcane demigods, to the darkest wizards, including Blackscree himself.
  
  Trollslayer understood everything. The hatred when he took Blackscree's place on the throne, combined with the teachings of the Troll were ingrained in his mind. He was beyond help. When Trollslayer noticed his brother trying to reclaim the staff, he quickly cast a defensive spell, from the memories of the weapon's more reputable owners. Blackscree's punches were hitting stone, and he gave up after a few tries. Kneeling, Blackscree demanded his end.
  
  "Finish me, murderer!" growled Blackscree.
  
  "I will finish this... but not you!" answered Trollslayer, and snapped the staff in two on his knee, to the dismay and horror of Blackscree. The power of the staff was part of Blackscree's maddening process, and Trollslayer didn't wanted the same for himself. The now-powerless stick was then thrown at a wall where Trollslayer detected an exit. The wall opened, and Trollslayer left, not looking back to his brother that was hugging the remains of the staff, furiously mumbling incoherent words.
  
  Justice was done. Another pyrrhic victory for Trollslayer. he was tired. he didn't wanted any of this anymore.
  
  The end.
  
  Yes, folks, this is the good ending.