Stormblade's Odyssey

This is not my car(With deepest apologies to Homer)

And lo, there stood Stormblade, on the plain below the mighty mountains of rock. The Boulderites had been conquered, their city in flames (with a little help from the Orkians, who took revenge for the desecration that had been Mork and Mindy).

‘It is time’, said he. ‘I must undertake the perilous journey to return to my home. My enemies are vanquished, my demons bested, and my XBox is packed. I must make haste towards my destiny.’

And so Stormblade, like the mighty Odysseus before him (actually, Odysseus was pretty much a weasel in the Iliad, but he made up for it in the Odyssey) , planned to take to the seas (roads?) with a heavy, yet determined heart. For the oracle had told Stormblade his journey home would be a long and perilous one. Ten years (one week?) it would take. Dragging a cargo container (trailer) behind his sturdy trireme (car), he would have to brave wild beasts and monsters, secure treasure and head for the mountain fastness that is his home. Would he have the strength and the fortitude to persevere?

The story will continue … sorry.