Two villages, once best friends, were viciously warring. A seer came to town prophesizing doom as both villages were to "lose their names". The battles stopped. They lived in peace to fortify against the doom. The seer lied, and did not lie, the war stopped, they didn't die. -- Anon Guest
Swindon and Wallowdale had been battling over a pig. The exact circumstances differed depending on who you asked, but the broad strokes were thus: It was the other side who stole it and it was their bound duty to get their revenge against those filthy pig thieves on the other side of the stream.
So far, there had been minor injuries, but things were bound to escalate. Clearly, someone had to do something.
These facts were completely lost on Maggart, who lived in the woods alone and had eaten a few too many of the interesting mushrooms growing in a nearby cave. That, in combination with a lot of equally interesting flora, resulted in her stumbling onto the bridge where both villagers posted up to have there semi-weekly battle.
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