Excerpts from: The Second War
-The Battle of the Deserted Warehouse

	Primo had just arrived from the void when he heard the terrible news.
It could clearly be seen that a battle was being fought between Primo's
longtime rivals, the clansmen of Anglon. Rai the Hero was cutting through
Waterdeep's reserves like warm butter, while the rest of the clan huddled
their equipment and stowed away in fear for their life. Much was being done
to stop the apocalyptic, brave Rai, but it was of little use. He slayed and
slayed, almost effortlessly. Primo was enraged at the loss of many of his
loyal seamen. If only the High Lords were present. They would surely give
Rai something to think about.
	"Great mother," sighed Primo as he reviewed the corpses. Most of them
naked and bloody, perhaps only with a canteen strapped around their
shoulders. Primo could hear a maniacal laughter from the southwest, and he
quickly wielded his jagged Nosferatu blade.
	A small, shadowy warrior approached Primo, who he immediatly held
at the tip of his sword.
	"Lieutenant! Lieutenant! Sir, it's I, Ferro."
	"I mean, it's Ferro sir. I have some information for you," said he
in a whispering voice. Primo lowered his blade and quickly scanned the area
watchfully. Hastily, Primo ate a slice of magical pizza from his girdle and
listened to Ferro casually.
	"Rai is here, and he is cutting our forces in two! I'm afraid we
won't last much longer with him on the rampage." Primo simply nodded to his
friend and slurped down a yellowish potion, at which his eyes tingled a bit.
Primo drew out an unseen object from his girdle and seemed to slide it onto
his finger, and then took something else out, strapping it about his neck.
Grinning to Ferro, Primo left the temple without a word. Ferro nodded and
left east to check the local postings.
	Primo was in open space now. He readied himself a batch of off-white
potions and delicate orange vials said to have come from the valley of gods
itself. Moving as stealthily as he was trained to, Primo snuk about the town
of Kemo, dodging fleeing warriors and the occaisonal Anglonian fool, which he
quickly backstabbed and looted. Primo darted around corners and streets in
search of his old enemy for a stretch of a time until he concluded that
either Rai had been slain or he fled back to his hideout. Primo calmed some,
and lured his defenses for a short time. He strolled into a deserted
warehouse in a last, desperate search for Rai, where he found a surprise.
A few steps into the large place, two corpses were dropped from the ceiling,
almost toppling Primo, followed by the same maniacal laughter. Primo raised
his Nosferatu and waited in a dark corner silently. When nothing happened
for a while, Primo walked back out into the middle of the warehouse. Primo
glanced out to the docks to the east. Perhaps Rai was waiting there...
*CLUMP* went a pair of razor sharp boots as a huge hulking figure landed
on the ground and raised his huge black blade of githyanki. Primo figured
out speedily that it was Rai, and zoomed behind him in hopes of scoring a
hit on the back with his jagged assassin's blade. Rai was too quick for him,
though, and he whirled to meet Primo's attack, clashing their steel together.
Primo was quickly overpowered by Rai's muscles and gigantic sword, surely
too heavy for Primo to even wield.
	Rai was wearing the best of equipment collected from across the
realm. On his head he wore yellow and red paint which seemed to give him
immense power and strength. On his body he wore a shimmering medal known to
be awarded to only those with supreme courage. One of the most eye-catching
things that Rai employed were the colorful prismatic bracelets that he wore
on his wrists, said to have come from a mystical genie in the depths of Hell.
	Primo stabbed away at Rai's open spots in hopes of wounding the large
fellow. This was a difficult task, since most of Rai's body was covered by
thick armor and he moved extremely fast. Rai snarled at his foe and smashed
his sword upon Primo's unguarded shoulder, leaving a decimating wound and
reducing Primo to the floor in pain. Rai grinned and brought his sword down
in hopes of ending Primo, but little did Primo give up so easily. He rolled
out of the way and reached for one of his orange vials, which he gulped down
in an instant. Primo's great wound closed and he was back to full strength,
stabbing again and again at the master warrior. Soon, Primo was wounded
again, and he quaffed potion after potion. It was becoming apparent that
Primo would lose this fight if he were to stay much longer. Reaching inside
his girdle furiously, Primo brought out a scroll with odd writing on it and
recited the arcane words. As Rai came full-circle with his huge blade, Primo
dissapeared in a puff of white smoke and Rai tumbled to the ground at the
unexpected absence. Primo, sitting back at the temple and dealing out coins to an old healer who was resting there, called over to Ferro.
	"I must go back, for it will be a discrace to my navy if I stay here.
Loot my corpse for safe-keeping should I die."
	Loyal Ferro nodded without a sound and resumed his position at the
far end of the temple, finishing his routine lunch: Sundhavian wine and
waybread. Primo heavily started back out for his foe.
	It is said that Primo was slain by Rai shortly after, but no real
harm was done to the Royal Waterdhavian Navy in whole. My memory is scarce
from this point on, as most major deaths are. Little do I know of other
battles involving Rai, also. He is a mystical figure who's image is never
quite clear in my mind.