Ferah treasure hunting

Sing, skalds! Sing of Ferah: Ferah the Mighty, Ferah the Proud! Ferah, who wielded an axe larger than her body. Ferah, who traversed the lands with naught but a few straps and her furred boots. Ferah, who sought great adventure in the places far from her home.

    Hear, now, the tale of her greatest treasure. Listen, children of great warriors, to the tale of she who came before you. For, she let no barrier come between her and her conquest. When the moon was high in the night, she traversed the lands, fearing not beast nor man. She discovered the ancient lair of a terrible wizard queen, her power mighty and frightening. But Ferah did not fear her magic. She approached the castle, undaunted by the impossible cliff. With axe upon her back, she climbed the mountain, not bothered by the rough rock that scratched upon her unprotected skin.

      The many traps the wizard placed upon her hoard were deadly as they were numerous, but Ferah the brave did not fear them. She charged head first, and with the instincts of a great warrior and a greater beast, she leapt over spikes and dodged the arrows of men and machines. She even had the goddess of luck on her side, keeping her from a grim fate.

     Deeper, still, in the darkness of the wizard’s crypts, Ferah came face to face with the unquiet dead. Their odor overpowering, and their smiles ghastly. Though they surrounded her and no mere mortal would be able to escape their cold, dead, grasps, she hefted the weapon, far too large for any man to carry, and cleft them each in twain with one mighty blow. Even as she granted the failed warriors of old their final rest, she did not waver. Even though her very fate could be to join them, they would not take her spirit. Her eyes were far more focused, far more monstrous than their own hollow sockets. Even the ones who had faced the chill of the grave ran in terror at the sight of her focused gaze!

     The armies of the dead lay still once more, and Ferah emerged victorious, her axe dulled and useless. Even without her weapon with her, she pushed forward, until she finally made it to the wizard’s vault. With no worry, Ferah marched on up to the treasure and hoisted the lid with her amazing strength. Within that treasure, she claimed what would become her most prized possession Remember, all, the tale of Ferah, of her many conquests and her unwavering strength. Remember, young girls, the lesson you may learn. Let no one bar your path. Let no obstacle seem too perilous. And remember that just because you are the greatest of great warriors, that you need not shun the finer things in life. For Ferah did not expect the treasure she found there that day, but in the years since, she loved it And with that mystical dress, Ferah can be true to herself. True to her mighty nature, and true, too, to her gentler side. Ferah! The powerful. Ferah, the Beautiful!