Scauurangg is a viking living in an alternate dimension called Blashoogor. Blashoogor is an odd place, filled with many dangers, therefore Scauurangg had to get into the fighters guild, or he would surely perish. In a fire. With fire crocodiles. They have wings. But in the fighters guild, everyone looks out for one another, so fire crocodiles don't catch them by surprise. He climbed up the stone steps, toward the front door. Knocks... Knocks again... And the door is flung open, and standing on the other side is a six foot, bipedal crocodile. Not on fire, however. He appears very old, and has a long beard, of course. He said, with a Transylvanian accent, "What is it you seek?" "I seek an entrance into the fighters guild" said Scauurangg. "Well, you have come to the right place. I am the doorman of the fighters guild." Replied the doorman, "But I can't let you in unless you complete the one trial."
"What is this, trial you speak of?"
"You see, Gordon lost our sacred artifact, Ysgirnmier."
"Go on..."
"Well, we need you to go retrieve it. It's located in the Batcave. The one with the ice bats."
"Alright, and then I can get in?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Do you make everyone do this?"
"No, just you. Normally we keep Ysgirnmier in the mess hall, but while Gordon was washing it, a bat flew in and snatched it."
"I'll go retrieve your artifact, just give me a minute."
And with that Scauurangg set of to find the ancient artifact of Ysgirnmier. To be continued.
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