The whole town of Dustbrook was in an uproar. The mayor, a man nobody could remember why they'd voted for, had just appointed a new sheriff, and nobody was happy about it. They'd discussed turning the sheriff's position into an elected official at the last town meeting, but the mayor had talked them out of it. Now they knew why. The problem wasn't that Blessed Arrow was raised by natives. It wasn't even that he was unpopular. THe town bylaws clearly stated that the mayor could appoint any man he wanted to the position. But it was that exact phrase which caused the controversy. It said "man" and up until now that's all that had been in power in Dustbrook. But not now. True, Blessed Arrow was male, but he was no man. He was an elf!
Dustbrook had successfully stayed out of the business of their cousin races for fifty years since the town was founded. Now, with an elf as the sheriff, they were sure they would draw the attention of Twinhorn, a ruthless centaur who made even the worst of Earth's outlaws look like candy thieves. What the citizens of Dustbrook didn't know, was that Twinhorn already had his eyes on the town, as a primer for his plan to dominate the region. The fact that the new sheriff was from a rival native tribe just made it all that much sweeter.
Twinhorn redied a few of his favorite lackeys. One was another centuar, there was also a unicorn and a drachnid, for addition intimidation. The man and his underlings which had been called everything from criminals to plagues mounted up. Twinhorn's favorite title was "Scourge of the West". It had a certain ring. The four creatures turned to the south, and started on the path that would begin their destructive reign. Twinhorn...was coming.
Dustbrook had successfully stayed out of the business of their cousin races for fifty years since the town was founded. Now, with an elf as the sheriff, they were sure they would draw the attention of Twinhorn, a ruthless centaur who made even the worst of Earth's outlaws look like candy thieves. What the citizens of Dustbrook didn't know, was that Twinhorn already had his eyes on the town, as a primer for his plan to dominate the region. The fact that the new sheriff was from a rival native tribe just made it all that much sweeter.
Twinhorn redied a few of his favorite lackeys. One was another centuar, there was also a unicorn and a drachnid, for addition intimidation. The man and his underlings which had been called everything from criminals to plagues mounted up. Twinhorn's favorite title was "Scourge of the West". It had a certain ring. The four creatures turned to the south, and started on the path that would begin their destructive reign. Twinhorn...was coming.