<strong>Pain</strong><br/><br/>This was the first reaction in Antropos' heart when he arrived at his village. The brave champion of the tribe had been out of the village for no more than 3 days, visiting the neighbour village of Brouge, where his fiancée, the daughter of the tribesleader, lived.<br/><br/>To his great surprise, everything was burning, everything was destroyed, everything was gone. Worse than the material losses, everyone was gone. God's wrath was the thing which came to Antropos' mind. Antropos rushed to his home to find the dead bodies of his parents, his sisters and his brothers. All of them seemed to have had their throats cut or their neck's broken. His eyes watered, he felt to his knees, dropped to the ground the deer he had just hunted to celebrate his return and began to cry desperately. The young warrior felt powerless and all the joy of having been together with his future wife vanished immediatly. He should have been there to fight the enemies of his village. Even if there were no chance of surviving, he should have died with honnour. Just as his ancestors had died.<br/><br/>Nothing else was left to Antropos but to burn the dead bodies of his family. How painful it was to burn his family! Antropos gathered every body together and piled them. None of his muscles - and he had lots of them - seemed to help in that occasion. The strong warrior was feeling so sad that even the body of his youngest sister looked like weighting more than 1,000 pounds! The 7' tall warrior took (http://d.yimg.com/kq/groups/20546634/sn/53680832/name/Fel2.jpg) some pieces of his destroyed home and piled them around the dead bodies. With unbearable pain in his heart, he set fire in the wood pile. The sun was going down when the fire died.<br/><br/><strong>Anger</strong><br/><br/>This was the second reaction  in Antropos' heart when he found out what had happened. He was a good man: he liked to help people who were not so strong, he respected the elderly and he honnoured the Gods. Many girls wanted to sleep with him and he didnt have to make a great effort to have them in his muscled arms - of course, he did not decline their requests. Overall, he was very popular and loved among their people.<br/><br/>After some time, Antropos found the only survivor. "What happened here, man?", Antropos questioned with great anxiety in his eyes.<br/><br/>Still shocked, the weakling could not say a word. Antropos raised an eyebrow, somhow suspicious about what happend for this soul to have survived. After Antropos' insistence, he was told about a huge beast entering the village, burning every home, killing everyone. It seemed the devil was having pleasure in bringing so much suffering to innocent people. She had a smile on her face and was repeatedly insulting everyone one, every man, every soul in the village. He didnt believe when the survivor reported that the beast was a half-naked red-headed woman.<br/><br/>"Not possible! No woman is as tall as 10' foot!", Antropos exclaimed surprised. He had heard stories of the amazons but they were a legend - no one had seen an amazon for many generations, so most people thought they were gone forever. Also, Antropos has alays been skecptical about the stories around the amazons - no girl could be that strong, tall, powerful and gorgeous. All the stories were nothing but legends told by drunk men in taverns. Moreover, the amazon kingdom was far away from his village. If the amazons existed, they would have attacked a village nearby their kingdom, not his.<br/><br/>"Besides, no man could have done this alone. And you say a lonely woman did!", he said pushing the man away from his way. He had not believed a single word of what had been told. For Antropos, the village had been ransacked by the evil Barbarians from the East - the father of his fiancée had already warned our tribe about the dangers of trading with those bastards!<br/><br/>Every single trace of goodness was gone from his heart.<br/><br/><strong>Revenge</strong><br/><br/>This was the only thing left in Antropos' heart when he calmed down. Whoever had done that would pay with blood. Not only the own blood but also the blood of his family! After revenge, he could marry his beloved fiancée and make a new start. But for now, Antropos was bound to revenge! Gods would help him as they have always done! He had nothing to fear, but their enemies- they could consider themselves living deads by now.<br/><br/>Antropos began to prepare his revenge. He looked for weapons left and took everything he could: two spears, three double edged sword (on long, one medium and one short), two daggers, bow and arrows, a crossbow, a small wooded round shield. He packed some supplies and put everything on his horse' saddle. It was dark, but he could not sleep in that village. Antropos' journey began.<br/><br/>The only survivor was staying in the same place, whispering some words. Antropos passed in front of him and noticed his forefinger in the left hand was showing him the East. "Nickolaus went that way... after the beast....Nickolaus went that way... after the beast....Nickolaus went that way... after the beast....".<br/><br/>Who the hell was Nickolaus? Shortly after, Antropos remembered: Nickolaus was the owner of the village's brothel. A spoiled boy from the rischest man in the village who had never mixed himself with the others. All he cared was his own life, never had deep ties or relations with other villagers. Almost a stranger in the nest were it not by te fact he had been born in the village and his mother was also from the village. His pragmatic thought made him reconsider the situation swiftly - probably, he had gone through a similar suffering and was also looking for revenge.<br/><br/>Antropos rode slowly his horse towards East after Nickolaus - as the survivor had told him nothing about the way the beast had gone, Antropos assumed Nickolaus should know something. The moonlight illuminated Antropos' way until vegetation became thicker, forcing the warrior to dismount and take all the weapons he could with him - spears were left behind together with many arrows. After some hours walking following a newly opened track, Antropos saw shadows from another man, probably Nickolaus, and called him.<br/><br/>"Nickolaus, it is me, Antropos, from the village! Wait for me!"