Of DracoLichs and Valor
[ 22] Cordir: ...
Tue Sep 28 14:06:50 1999
To: All in the Realm
Three times three Triunes and more,
since the chaunt of the Ebon Bard was heard.
Many times, the call to words stirred that soul,
many times, the call ignored, the Bard's title
claimed by another. Such is no longer.
In the time of the Testing of Fates, the day of Marisae,
a Hound sought scent. Long had he wandered the halls
of stone, seeking the key within the Shadows. When the
moon's silver danced upon the tower's turrets, and
creatures stirred, deep within its bowels, then did he walk,
and seek, and find... and was found. Found and fought,
the Hound retreated, from such horror as would blanch
any heart, and sought solace and healing within the Web.
But the beast would not relinquish its toothsome meal
so simply. Soon, it's scales and bones rasped upon the
marble floor, its breath fetid. Its master came calling,
amused, giving caresses to the bare bones of the undead thing.
With courtesies was He greeted, and with courtesies did depart.
The creature's passing was noted, and blades were loosened
in their sheathes. Two stood forth, eager to test themselves,
their steel, their honor upon its unholy, unliving scales.
A third stood quiet, ready, willing, who could not permit
another to fall when in the breech he could stand.
When all were prepared, the Hound led the chase, and into
the dead dragon's embrace they charged. First one, then
another, fled from its breath and bite, but the warrior
stood, waiting. When all had departed, then at last he withdrew,
content that none but he would pay that price. Seeking
a place of sacred safety, his blade he lay against his throat,
and with a will, drew it close. In death, he freed the Hound
Only words would he and the others accept, no other recompense.
Hear, then, all, the words of the Bard and Mistress of the Web:
Let all know the bravery and courage shown by Abender, Gunner,
Fate is in their debt.
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