Now the thing was,354 years earlier,when it had taken the combined strength of 5 armies to bring Falcour and his monstrous army down,in thaforce had been a mighty angelic army and a much
less imposing army of Tyrell misfits.
So the fifth son of the then Lord Tyrell had been amongst all those musclebound armoured angels and Kingdom of Kelper Champions
watching Falcour splutter his last curses,including the one about
"I will be reborn in the flesh of the son of the House of Tyrell and the House of Kelper( the ruling dynasty) and ....blah blah blah"
<Thwakkk thud> and a swiftly swung broadsword held by a angel
severed Falcour's head from his body.
The fifth son of Lord Tyrell wasn't too bright,to be honest,and didn't
get the drift of all the questioning stares everyone else was directing at him.
However one of the angels went up to the fifth son went over to him
and led him away,explaining that he,his thirty two fine Brave Men ( the angel began giggling )
and their even larger wagon train of ladies-in -waiting ( the angel nearly
burst out laughing at that one) needed to go far far far away from the
Castle Tyrell.
The fifth son,not too bright,of course was thinking about moving over to the next village and certainly couldn't grasp that the angel wanted
to put a few mountain ranges and preferably a sea or two between him
and his ancestral home.
The kid wasn't getting it of course.
So the angel led the "Chosen People" to some distant land "on the other side of the rainbow"
The place Kelper dragons claim to go to when they die.
The fifth's sons name was of course Allister Tyrell.
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