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Alexander happily sits in the Sundren Comfort sharing the stories of the day with anyone who cares to listen..
“I admit I missed much of the battle in the cornfield at the crossroads, a lucky blow had rendered me senseless for most of it, but I saw the end. Hano and the others stood proud over a subdued enemy, a servant of Bane himself I believe. Many of the group called for the man’s death, that instead of capture and the justice of the he should simply be struck down on the spot for his crimes. Murdered on the spot while incapacitated.”
“Of course, the Paladin knew his vows, to succumb to the rule of the mob, to let the anger of the past cloud the truth of the moment, that would be unthinkable. So he held is blade, and held the anger of the crowd at bay. The man was taken into custody to face a proper trial, and the fate he deserves. If Justice and Law must be served they are served best in the courts, not by a single man or angry crowd in a blood stained cornfield.”
Pouring himself another glass of deep red wine from a carafe he continues with the strange events of the day.
“We headed to the Viridale for some thought and contemplation, a few moments of quiet to calm the anger of those who did not appreciate the courts. But it seemed the gods allowed no time for navel gazing. A demon arrived, promising rewards and gifts to any that would aid it; kill it’s master and set it free from it’s entrapment. Many let greed blind them, offering their help despite the no doubt heavy price the demon would expect. But Hano stood firm; there was no helping an evil such as this, to knowingly aid a demon in its aims would be a heavy heavy sin. The creature was dismissed, and while many bemoaned their lack of prize Hano had passed the test.”
“There is a name I would ask you to remember. Odius. A great creature; strong and noble, who died ensuring that a great many would be able to live. He asked the aid of our group before we had left the Viridale, a great golden wrym who sought to put an end to a scourge, a red dragon who served Bane himself, and sought to scour the land with fear and fire. We followed Odius, to the foot of some mountain, and there the battle was joined. The two great wyrms locked in combat, tearing great rents in each others hides while our group swarmed like ants around a lion, railing as hard as we could against the abomination that was the Red.”
“The great Odius fell, a mortal wound torn into his breast by the reds vicious teeth. But while the red roared it’s arrogant victory Hano stepped forward, driving his sword deep into the heart of that fell red beast, the creature folded and spat fire before falling dead, it’s passing unmourned. We that were able gathered around the fallen form of Odius, now reverted to human shape. He spoke words of thanks to us, thanks for felling the red, and for avenging the murder of his unhatched children, the eggs of his mate devoured by the red.”
“That day we saw a man face his inner demons and emerge triumphant, a better man for facing his tests with strength and conviction and embracing all that made him human. Mourn not the passing of Odius, while the death of his kind is bitter he passed on knowing he had done what he set out to do, the new batch of eggs that lie now under his mate will hatch to follow in his footsteps. Celebrate his achievements and the falling of the red that would have burned all it could. And remember always his name.”
“Odius”
“I admit I missed much of the battle in the cornfield at the crossroads, a lucky blow had rendered me senseless for most of it, but I saw the end. Hano and the others stood proud over a subdued enemy, a servant of Bane himself I believe. Many of the group called for the man’s death, that instead of capture and the justice of the he should simply be struck down on the spot for his crimes. Murdered on the spot while incapacitated.”
“Of course, the Paladin knew his vows, to succumb to the rule of the mob, to let the anger of the past cloud the truth of the moment, that would be unthinkable. So he held is blade, and held the anger of the crowd at bay. The man was taken into custody to face a proper trial, and the fate he deserves. If Justice and Law must be served they are served best in the courts, not by a single man or angry crowd in a blood stained cornfield.”
Pouring himself another glass of deep red wine from a carafe he continues with the strange events of the day.
“We headed to the Viridale for some thought and contemplation, a few moments of quiet to calm the anger of those who did not appreciate the courts. But it seemed the gods allowed no time for navel gazing. A demon arrived, promising rewards and gifts to any that would aid it; kill it’s master and set it free from it’s entrapment. Many let greed blind them, offering their help despite the no doubt heavy price the demon would expect. But Hano stood firm; there was no helping an evil such as this, to knowingly aid a demon in its aims would be a heavy heavy sin. The creature was dismissed, and while many bemoaned their lack of prize Hano had passed the test.”
“There is a name I would ask you to remember. Odius. A great creature; strong and noble, who died ensuring that a great many would be able to live. He asked the aid of our group before we had left the Viridale, a great golden wrym who sought to put an end to a scourge, a red dragon who served Bane himself, and sought to scour the land with fear and fire. We followed Odius, to the foot of some mountain, and there the battle was joined. The two great wyrms locked in combat, tearing great rents in each others hides while our group swarmed like ants around a lion, railing as hard as we could against the abomination that was the Red.”
“The great Odius fell, a mortal wound torn into his breast by the reds vicious teeth. But while the red roared it’s arrogant victory Hano stepped forward, driving his sword deep into the heart of that fell red beast, the creature folded and spat fire before falling dead, it’s passing unmourned. We that were able gathered around the fallen form of Odius, now reverted to human shape. He spoke words of thanks to us, thanks for felling the red, and for avenging the murder of his unhatched children, the eggs of his mate devoured by the red.”
“That day we saw a man face his inner demons and emerge triumphant, a better man for facing his tests with strength and conviction and embracing all that made him human. Mourn not the passing of Odius, while the death of his kind is bitter he passed on knowing he had done what he set out to do, the new batch of eggs that lie now under his mate will hatch to follow in his footsteps. Celebrate his achievements and the falling of the red that would have burned all it could. And remember always his name.”
“Odius”