A Written Account of the Battle of King's Bridge

Excerpt from Game Log

Most Masterful Liege & exalted Majesty King Belvor IV Supreme Ruler of Furyondy,
Sire, I wish to be the first to foretell the chronicles of the Battle of King's Crossing. Let the Trumpets blare!! Let the war drums fall silent.... I and many others have the fortune to witness to the events of the battle of King's Bridge not two days westward ride from the capital. Its events are as in the telling below......

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The multitude of orc warriors thought with certainty the foolish leaders of the Lighting Brigade walked to the bridge of certain death..... The tempo of the war drums sounding their steps as they made their way down the gauntlet road to the bridge awaiting ahead. Legions of orcs line the cobbled road to the left and to the right. Their sneers and grins at the foolishness of those that would challenge the monstrosity that awaits them.

The shaggy samurai, the red-leathered barbarian, and the flame-haired paladin slowly and deliberately make way to the bridge. The rumble of thunder, the tempo drumming, mark the steps. With each passing step, the noise grew. Each set foot on the creaking planks of the western end of the bridge. The huge bloated creature turns, it casts down the remnants of the last Furyondian challenger. He sneers at the foolish setting foot on the bridge. A wave of evil influenced nausea pours over the new challengers, nearly bringing two to their knees. Only The Maid seemed unscathed by the foul creature's stench. The thumping's of the drums,[boom...booom] and the rumbles of the thunder [low rumble] wage their own battle for superiority as the rain grows heavier .

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A hushed silence from the Furyondian side as they see the unknown challengers step onto the wrong side of the bridge. All the red & gold clad soldiers stood on the eastern shore wondering what new foe has arrived to join the bloated one who had already laid to waste some of their finest. But as hope seems to flee, it turns instead to the brass soundings of trumpets and cheers as they see the Furyondy emblem wave from a pendant among these new arrivals. The three warriors stand defiant, slowly drawing their weapons. The hulking red armored barbarian, barring forth a hammer and sword. He is accompanied by a hair covered samurai barbarian displaying two thinly bladed weapons to the ready. The third of their triad, a small, flame-haired woman in battered plate armor trimmed in azures of blue, pulls a shining blade that smolders with a blue white light.

The ashen- pale-pink creature surges its bloated form toward them in vain attempts to strike the three opponents.
The Hero's, working in rhythmic concert, alternate their strikes, keeping the bulbous undead minion confused and unable to focus on one opponent. The Lightning Brigade's team tactics overwhelm the foul creature striking grievous wound after grievous wound. The agility and precision become too much for the giant creature as the wounds begin to take their toll. Above a rune-covered wizard known as Jack flies rapidly to the bridge to assist her comrades. Arriving, she ignites the banner with a radiant white light beaming out in all directions driving the orcs back into the shadows. She searches the battlefield below for the source of the heavy drum beats.... But suddenly, feels the nausea of the retching creature on the bridge below attempting to break her concentration. Squinting through the pain constricting within her, she shouts, " ok the drummer goes."
The orc drummers, looking up, see some strange rune covered elf floating above the sortie, then suddenly, an expanding ball of flame rushing toward them..... exploding. Jack smiles..... " I don't like drums".....she says softly. On the bridge, an awkward swing by the hairy barbarian nearly allows the evil creature a deciding grasp. But the quick thinking and actions of the other barbarian offset the creatures ability to take that advantage. The once blue-smoldering weapon of The Maid, now pulses white hot as she summons forth the divine power within her. With her full force of the white blade, she strikes the baneful creature a fatal blow, white light surges from weapon to target. The creature falls with a resonating thud. Only the resonating sound of a thunderclap followed by an eerie silence of soft rain remains.

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The armor clad paladin drives her sword into the planked bridge. Grasping both long speared banners and trusting them into the prone corpse of the slain creature. She shouts defiantly to the orc brigades remaining, "THIS is FURYONDY LAND!!!! We claim this road and all it leads from and to, for the cause of good. Leave NOW!!!" "I'm with you on that! We claim this bridge!!!" exclaims the floating rune-covered wizard from above. "You've been thunderstruck.... Get off my lawn!!!" roars the barbarian....

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[THUNDER RUMBLE] as the rain continues to pour down on the crimson covered bridge...... the drums, now silent, are replaced by the sounds of crackling embers and blaring brass trumpets. The sounds and the roars of cheers from the Furyondian side of the river announce the victory of the Lightning Brigade. The reeking stench of the creature still permeates the air..... but the orcs seeing the second of their command fall to the Lightning Brigade flee to the shadows of the woods..... As sun sets, on both the Bridge and the victorious, The Maid, as many now call her, kneels with blessed light extending forth from her to the Furyondy Slain that lay on the bridge.
She, bowing her head, gives thanks to the divine that powers her.....Mayaheine the Protector.

I, with humbled respects and gratitude, Happy to Report and to bear witness to these historic events.... With sincere admiration and dedication,
Damion Makavoi-
Tale Teller, Scribe to his Majesty King Belvor IV, and Bard to Sir Artur Regent of the Eastern Razing Line