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One Man's Story...“Old adventurers often tell tales of the quiet
before a battle. How the silence seems to darken the sky and chill the heart. I
had not believed this until I felt it first hand. I swear that my blood nearly
froze in my veins as we waited for Lot’s advance.
But I did not fear, our numbers gave me courage. With me stood a town of
hardened adventurers, soldiers, mercenaries, priests, mages, artisans, rogues,
and the occasional entertainer. But we all had one thing in common, the desire
to protect our home.
Days before the attack we had an
opportunity to escape the encroaching war, but it would have met giving up our
land. We balked at that idea, and instead steeled ourselves to the defense of
our town. We made alliances with old enemies, decrypted ancient prophecies,
built defenses, and found strength through a camaraderie unknown to us before.
A war horn blew, shattering the
stillness of the night. I flexed my fingers and begun summoning magical
energies. It was cold; hopefully Lot’s men
would appreciate the warmth I was readying. To my side stood Hannah, a knight
in training who was given the task to defend me and the other wizards in the
coming fray. Syllrae led the defenses, as she did the town in those days. My
doll construct Penny wandered the defenses, believing this all to be a game.
Salaris, a devout priest, was blessing the weapons and armor of our left flank;
they would take the brunt of the attack. Next to me I saw Bint tending to
Rondar, who had received a poisoned bolt to his thigh, his strange red hat
brought back memories of the maimed king to my head. As I heard the battle
beginning I thought only of one thing. If we are here to die on this day, who
will hear our tale?”
~ Excerpt from The Book of the Wyrd, by the
chronicler Rubio, The Red Wizard aka David Cook
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