Rogues 1&2

Argh, those blasted thieves, always thinking they can take down the lone traveler in their little clusters. *spits* I guess they didn't notice I was a Barbarian; it doesn't matter now though, I doubt much matters after that last breath. *grunts* but back to my story, ahh yes it must have been about 15 yuris ago, I was on a journey to Kaja, they have the best ale in these kingdoms you know! I had left that night and had just passed through Nagnang, I decided there would be the best place to set camp until dawn. I laid my blanket near my horse and dozed off into the deep sleep that visits me every eve. I was awakened by rustling in the bushes, I thought nothing of it, not even the Strange Thing could give this battle seasoned Barbarian a decent fight. Again I heard it and I had now gotten angry by now, what ever was out there was disturbing my rest and would surely pay dearly for doing so, I jumped in the bush and landed sternly on something, I knew it was alive, at least it was before I stomped on it, I lifted it off and ground and sure it enough it was a small rogue, I could tell by the pouch he wore on his side full of jewelry and gold that he was a thief, he got what he deserved, I stood up and stretched and suddenly I had a rope around my neck and was standing on my tip toes hanging from a tree. I started flailing my arms around I hit one of the buggers but there was many of them, at least 15. Finally they managed to tie my arms together behind the tree I was at their mercy for the time being and decided it was in my best interest to just cooperate. They robed me of my gold, armor and started for my war axe, fortunately for me none of the poor saps could even lift it from the ground. Later that night the largest of the group came to me (I say largest but he was maybe half my size), he told me since I had killed one of his brother I to would share the same fate, I spat in his face and told him and his townie friends to do their worst, the rogue laughed and said something in a language I didn't understand to one of his "brothers" as he called them. Sure enough 4 of them came holding red-hot daggers they had been heating in the fire. One of them held the dagger to my neck, 2 of them to my sides and the last to my belly. The one at my neck pressed down I felt no blood the wound was cauterized instantly. The searing pain was too much to handle, I reached deep within me for the rage all Barbarians keep for occasions suck as these. I tore the tree from the ground and spun around knocking the rogue to the ground, I broke the ropes restraining my arms and grabbed for the first rogue I could get, I snapped his neck with my bare hands and tossed him aside as if he was a rag doll. 2 of the rogue ran but the others who were near the campfire now swarmed around. One jumped on my back from the tree I flipped him over my shoulder and slammed him to the ground. There was still at least 10 of them left, they all were on me climbing on me, slicing my skin with their sword and gouging me, in a fit of rage I flung them all from my body and reached for my war axe, the first rogue that came at me ended up....being half the man he used to be *laughs*. A few of them backed off and another ran but the majority stayed to fight. I dashed over to a group of them and took 2 of them down in one menacing swing and another in a berserk of fury. There was only 3 of them left, I quickly ran over to one and push him into another, they both fell to the ground and in a instant died from a whirlwind of axe blades from above. It was now me and the leader of the rogues, the one I can thank for the scare upon my neck, I was beaten down and exhausted, for a moment I thought it was my end but when the rogue laughed, I took my axe and brought it down on him screaming Rraah~!, this rogue either didn't know much of the Barbarian or forgot of our awesome strength. The rogue fell to his knees and looked up at me, he was dead.