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The Tale of Sir Beckman benson wrote this
Once upon a time there stood a rather inconsequential village. The inhabitants of this town enjoyed the simple fruits of life: food, drink, and smoke after easygoing days in the warm sun. These people cared little for the outside world and considered the business of outsiders trivial in comparison to their daily tasks. Life was spent in casual anticipation of the yearly harvest, and that was just fine. Stress and hard work were best left to the people of far off lands. The name of this village was Champaign. Word of going-ons of the outside world inevitably made its way into the village. Travelers spoke in whispers of great evil growing in the east. While the townsfolk viewed this kind of talk as childish and rather inappropriate, they inevitably caught wind of news of great battles, sorcerers, and other mischief. This type of talk would show up every now and then, but it almost always disappeared as quickly as its unwelcomed arrival. However, in the few months prior to the harvest of the year twenty ought five, news of troubles growing in the outer country arrived in Champaign, yet never dwindled. Strange foreigners of the outside world spoke of a great winged lizard, large as a mountain, ravaging villages with balls of flame as it passed through the countryside. When asked about the identity of this great beast, the travelers only spoke one word, “Zook.” It was on the eve of the harvest that the townspeople noticed a faint light appear upon the horizon. At first the people scoffed, attributing it to queer happenings over in the neighboring village of Bloomington. However, the light quickly revealed itself to be the menacing glow of an ancient dragon like one they had only heard of in myth. As the beast descended on Champaign, all that could be heard were screams, cackling fire, and a faint cry of, “It’s Zook!” The destruction of the city was swift and devastating. Life for the townspeople who survived the initial attack was bleak. The dragon had hoarded all of the gold in the town and spent its time guarding it in the center of the town square. Most people refused to leave their homes, yet word of the horrors left the town when a lowly water nymph, who had remained unknown to the people, left
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Champaign through way of a running stream to seek aid for the townspeople. Weeks passed before the nymph found any soul capable of relieving the town of its great curse. It was on the banks of a flowing stream on the edge of a meadow inside the Olde Woods that the nymph chanced upon a gallant knight who had paused on his journeys to relieve the thirst of his steed. Without hesitation the nymph spoke to the knight. “Good sir knight, I come of tidings of great peril from the west. May I inquire your name and your service?” “How now sweet nymph. Calm thy nerves. My name is Sir Beckman of Toledo. What be the source of such peril
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in the west?” “That of the winged lizards.” “Verily. I shall gather a team of fellow knights to aid me in defeating this beast.” Thus, Sir Beckman roamed the countryside searching for knights to join him in defeating Zook. In his search, Sir Beckman acquired the services of Sir Banks, a master of defense, Sir Beatty, a champion archer, and Sir Butkus, a master strategist. Upon the gathering of his top knights, Sir Beckman led them to his fabled armory, which was said to be filled with arms both powerful and mystical. continued on page 19
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