Two Sentence Challenge #14

[Kitti]

It is said that brevity is the soul of wit. There is, without a doubt, a time and place for long paragraphs filled with wondrous descriptions. Other times, however, less is more. What can you create from the prompt using only two sentences?

This time, the theme is:

Chieftain​

 

[Greenie]

Leaders came and passed; some tragically, life cut short due to battle, others peacefully in their beds due to nature's course.

As for Karim, all he could hope for was that his death came in a state of honour, whether during times of peace or times of war.

 

[Ravenfrost]

The Widow Bergbora smiled, greatly honored at being chosen to house the chieftain of the clan as her particular guest for the week, and all was going well – except, what was that strange sound coming from the laundry room?

"I said clean off that sheepskin, not clean off the chieftain!" screeched Bergbora, as she pounced upon her maid Elsinore (who was a bit hard of hearing and already had the huge, laughing man stripped to the waist).

 

[Nebulon Ranger]

The world's foremost scholars, historians and intellectuals, all gathered in one place, all standing stoic over an ancient stone tablet decorated with many different glowing runes.

They knew of the Three Clans and their chieftains, ancients obsessed with the trifecta of the Houses of Osyrhia, but they did not know of the fourth, and more importantly, of its chieftain.

(Aside: I love writing about my world.)

 

[Flying Sparrow]

The chieftain was another beast entirely, a sinister blend of crude brutality and undeniable genius in the heart of battle; Those rage-filled eyes told stories one could barely speak.

Their battleaxe was already coated in the blood and gore of many a fellow countryman and woman, what was to stop YOU from being next?

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

The Chieftain stood before his new people, as the others had abandoned him for the new hip woman down the street. He addressed his new people with a smile and declared war on the woman down the street, there goes the neighborhood.

 

[noodle]

The Chieftan is dead, and no hero since then has become quite as great. The villains, however, are getting stronger.

 

[PoetLore]

The chieftain stood before his people and held the sacred staff of peace aloft for all to see as cheers rose up from the crowd at the sight of it.

His daughter however did not share their elation and joy over the coming peace, since it was her life that had been given in marriage to their enemy that was facilitating it.

 

[Doctor Jax]

He stood in his headdress, aware of the mockery he made it, as he looked out over the plains that he had once called home, that he had vowed to protect as the heirloom of his people. A railroad now ran through it like a scar, the plains empty of the buffalo carpet that used to undulate among the prairie grass, and he knew that now was the end of their age.