The evil Countess Dart furiously marshalled her forces for battle. "The Land of Force will be mine, and there is nothing anyone can do about it!" she cried. "You there," she said, pointing to Sir Paul of Ersy, "Stand to attention, quick march, hoist that yardarm, walk the plank, and GET RID OF THOSE BLOODY DUCKS!!!"
"Yes Ma'am," quivered Sir Paul.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I mean the castle of Queen Kaza, Her Royal Highness was busy mounting her defence. "I'll take the fifth." She said. "Wrong defence," said sir Paul of Krynn, her most wise and esteemed counsellor. "We must upgrade the castles defences."
"I say we attack on two fronts," said T.Ragedy, the great level 6 wizard. "Queen Kaza, her Axe, and myself will defend the castle. Sir Paul and Sir Paul and Sir Chris, you take the Royal Ford Fairlane (built for comfort not for speed) and attack them from behind."
"That sounds good to me." said Sir Paul.
"Make it so." announced Queen Kaza.

The last quarter was two days away, and there was little light to see by as the evil Countess Dart and her minions marched towards the stronghold of all that was good in the Land of Force. "We shall show them how a real team can work together."

The battle was furious as the combatants fought to gain ground over their enemy. Many good (and bad) knights were slain, while others permanently scarred would still be able to fight on but in a lesser capacity then before. Finally, after many long and tiring days, disaster struck for the evil Countess Dart. "A DUCK!" she cried. "We are done, for I know it is watching us from up there where I cannot get at it. It is all your fault, Sir Paul of Ersy. Hugh the Prophet, bring me my sword."
Hearing this, Sir Paul lept onto his horse and fled for his life from the battle scene. Hugh the Prophet walked up to his leader with the sad news. "We are down a man, and we have no chance of winning," he said. "I suggest we surrender now and entrust our lives to Queen Kaza, for I am sure she would not execute us."
"Never," screamed the Countess. "We attack now and win or die fighting."

After a short but furious battle, the Countess and her warriors were defeated, and all was good again in the Land of Force. The good Queen Kaza spared the lives of her enemy and sent them to the salt mines of Noosa, a small and destitute country. Most people lived happily ever after.

PROLOGUE:

Sir Paul of Krynn and Sir Chris of Ares entered the former dwelling of Countess Dart, searching for spoils of war. "Come." whispered a voice from a dark corner.
"Did you hear that?" asked Sir Chris.
"Yes I did." replied Sir Paul.
"Since we are most brave and exciting, I think we should go over and check it out." said Sir Chris.
"I agree." agreed Sir Paul. Moving over to a dark corner near the throne, they came across what looked to be an Oracle. Wiping clean the mess, they were astounded when it spoke to them. "The battles of A Grade loom close. You must take me in your Royal Ford Fairlane (built for comfort not for speed) and fight in them for it shall be a great war with many spoils for the victor." It said.
"What about Queen Kaza?" asked Sir Paul.
"Bugger her," replied the Oracle. "You don't need her to fight your battles."
"That's right," said Sir Chris. "Let's go now."

So saying, the two knights left with the Oracle and the Royal Ford Fairlane (built for comfort not for speed) to place their claim before the Caretakers of the Land of Force.

THE END (well, not quite ....)

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