Account of the Hensworth Park Massacre
We did not even suspect the interest of a third party over the skirmish. So when we saw a massive metallic shape descend from the skyline and start tearing into our enmeys we began to cheer. It looked to us as if our commanders had sent in some secret weapon or ally to save the day. But it soon became all too clear that this was no friend to us when it turned around to lash at out at our lines without discrimination.
As the mood changed I caught a glimpse of the creature, getting far closer to it than I ever would have liked. It had glee in its eyes and bounded around with all the joy and rapture of a child opening presents on its birthday. Those presents were red inside and rapped in amour pained in the king's colours. And upon watching this I felt a sudden hit to the head, sending my vision into darkness.
I awoke to the smell of burning flesh and the sound of running water. I opened my eyes to see to my horror that it was not water but a channel of blood coursing from butchered corpses strune as far as the eye could see. The beast sat there satisfied, next to a pile of gleaming armour and weaponry polished to mirror sheen. In disbelief, I looked around a saw that I was not in any lair, but still upon the battlefield. The creature had, to a man taken every piece of equipment it could find a cleaned it spotless, leaving a glistening beacon of silvery metal shining stark contrast to the carnage around it. It was far more troubling however to see what pastime it had taken too since completion of its looting. Sitting there humming to itself, it blatantly sat about cooking the fallen over great gouts of flame if spwe across the ground. Using pikes from the skirmish it roasted them as if they were merely some perverse marshmallows over a campfire. From time to time it would go so far as to scatter raw chunks it had yet to cook to the crows like an old man would feed the pigeons.
When finely found the strength to get to my feet, it caught sight of me, sending my blood cold. But there was warmth in those eyes, it simply smiled and threw me charred leg from the fire. Samuel always said I'd get his lucky boot if he fell in battle and I suppose even the dragon didn't want that old thing.
This account comes from Lineman Memmlar Mansfield, the last surviving member of the 19th Thankriss Rangers.
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