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I had retired to the Travellers rest, as this is where my works come out best. When all of a sudden, by a sheer force of might, An Evil Visage of Darkness stole my sight, and to this vision I did succumb...... Towards Valour strode the storm giant Olyn Lotide, his Noble Elven wife Valicia at his side, Her sweet melodic voice was pleading, his stern voice warned of much bleeding. Through the Gates they entered the city of Light, where mine eyes beheld a most glorious sight. The Lord of Knights, Jaran waited alone, standing there, expressionless, as if made of stone. There was an aura of Golden Light, that surrounded the Elven Ranger Knight. They met at the memorial, and exhcanged Formal Hails, then the giant's voice became hard as nails, And the Lord of Legion became red in the face, as he snarled "Your Knights have become a disgrace !" Jaran's eyes then burned with a fierce inner light, as he returned "You, of all men, have no right !" With words done, Jaran turned, and left the pair in the road, rolled his eyes in disgust, and to the Castle strode. For a moment, the fallen Champion watched the other's back, then his face became enraged, and his eyes went black. Khrazz, the bringer of perdition, Leapt into his hand, and the palace guard fell to its blood hungry demand. There as before they met within the Castle hall, Jaran eased from it's sheath the mighty Shadowfall. When their weapons clashed it was a mighty sound, as if a thousand Dwarven hammers did pound ! Their battle spilled out into Valour's market square, each avoiding death by the breadth of a hair, and soon, a river of blood was flowing there. When Alas !, Jaran's hand did tarry, and his weapon failed to parry. Olyn landed upon him a mighty cleave, Lord Jaran's breath came with a labored heave. Olyn cried out "It's over !", Jaran returned "Never !" then with a a final blow, the Knight's life he did sever. With that, Jaran's last breath did rend the air, and put into all who heard it an awful scare. For a moment, all was still, and the scream did cease, and then, a rumbling broke the peace. "I banish Jaran from Valour !", Olyn said, "He has paid in blood, with his head !" Then an Elven voice spoke in the Starkness, "Where once you were the greatest of Knights, you are now the greatest Darkness." With these words, I awoke, as if from a dream, Haunted by the memory of Jaran's scream. As scribed by Wylez Harper, Master Scribe. |
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