[geoschmo]

With a purpose the battered old warrior stepped to the base of the hill. He could hear the sounds of distant battles above him on the slopes. The clanging of steel and the shouts of men and beasts, some in pain, and some in triumph reached his ears though the mists. He could feel his pulse quicken, and feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The acrid smell of death filled his nostrils, and the remains of battles past lay around him on the ground, but he stood alone. There was no sign of the challange that lay before him, save for a simple wooden sign upon which was carved:

K.O.T.H. GozGuy vs Geoschmo

The words were familier to him, yet somehow felt strange. He knew that it was his name, yet it had been so long since he had read it on the sign. So long since he had been cast down from the heights and stumbled out into the wilderness. He had not known at the time if he would live or die, and if he lived he had no intention of ever returning to this god-forsaken place. But the pull was too strong to resist.

As far as he roamed into the wilderness, there was no place he could go where he could not see The Hill in the distance. When he closed his eyes he could still see it, hear it, and smell it. It filled his days, and invaded his dreams. He had to return.

A glint of metal caught his eye. He stooped down and picked up the remains of a massive weapon. The warrior knew in it's day the spear had would have stood higher then him if held upright. Broken nearly in half, the piece he held now still measured a full four feet. It's shaft was built for a man with bigger hands then him, and the point, though rusted and chinked still looked as if it could cut through solid rock.

The warrior knew the creture that carried this spear. He thought of his old foe the Primitive One. He wondered if he would return one day to The Hill. He thought of all the others he had beaten, and those that had beaten him. Some he would meet again for sure. And he wondered at the new generation that he knew must be even now fighting on The Hill. He would meet some of them as well, in time.

The warrior shook himself out of his reverie and began to beat the mighty spear upon his shield. The noise echoed off the rocks around him. He began to shout.

"Gozguy, show yourself! I come to give you the battle that you seek!

I have returned!"