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The Barbarian and the Amir
Even a barbarian loves his feast
The galleon waits under a starlit sky as the Moon turns blood red, the rough waters are dark and murky, as the sins of the pirates who set sail on yet another rampage across the high seas. Their leader was the young King from Cimmeria, Conan.
He and his crew of cutthroats landed in the Kingdom of Timeria, ruled by Amir Harun. His land was persecuted by a beast with four heads and a flaming breath, that had killed several of his warriors and his people. The Amir promised Conan two chests of treasures and the fairest women of the land if he killed the beast.
Conan had fought many battles over the years and this was not going to be different. He tracked the beast to a cave at the top of the mountain. The legends about the beast were true, it was a horrific monster, but Conan overpowered the creature and chopped off all four of the monstrous heads in quick succession before it could regrow them.
He threw all four dismembered heads into a large sack and presented them to the Amir, who gave him a bag of gold and told him to be on his way. Outside the gates of…
