hafrogman
Adventurer
Atrius - Crucible Challenge III
All know the tales of Veran of the Silver Blade, the legendary knight, the Eladrin warrior, master of spell and sword. But before the legends, comes another story. Before he defeated the giant Ygmar, before he brought down the Necromancer's Keep, before he singlehandedly won the battle of Terok Hill ... The tale of Veran and the Demon Lord, Ghedras.
Ghedras was a terribly demon, with wings of darkest night and the power of all the hells at his command. He had arrived unseen, none had heard of him until he came to demand tribute of the city of Istaril. He stood outside the walls, bellowing his challenge. He was terrible to behold, standing taller than a giant, with flames surrounding him. He issued his demands for gold and gems, threatened to destroy the City if his tribute was not offered. Then, he rose into the sky and flew away to the mountains in the north.
One of the citizens stepped forward. A great leader of the dragonborn, with a troop of loyal soldiers.
"We shall go forth, and we shall destroy this demon. The city shall not bow to such foul evil."
They rode forth from the city, with banners waving and trumpets blaring. A great celebration was held as they set off to destroy the demon. But the next day, the leader returned alone.
"We found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. But there were the remains of a great battle surrounding the cave. Countless skeletons surround the entrance, telling of the demon's might. My soldiers fled, lest they too die at the demon's hand. I could not go on alone. To have killed so many, the demon must be a terrible foe indeed. I think we must pay the tribute."
But another man stepped forth. A tiefling wizard of wide renown.
"We have seen that the demon can slaughter men of steel and strength. But my magic shall prove his downfall. The city shall not bow to such foul evil."
He rode forth from the city, a single soul, secure in his own power. A great celebration was held as he set off to destroy the demon. But the next day, the mage returned.
"I found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. I rode past the battleground scattered with the fallen, and entered the cave. It was black as night in the cave, and so I called upon my magic to banish the darkness. I was deep in the cave when my light was extinguished. I poured more and more power into the spell, but I could not overcome the demon's power. I could not go on without my magic. To have overcome my power, the demon must be a terrible foe indeed. I think we must pay the tribute."
But then another stepped forward. A man of dark deeds, clad in black.
"I am not afraid by the defeat of soldiers, the demon will not see me coming. I am not afraid of the darkness, I live there. I shall sneak into the cave and destroy the demon. The city shall not bow to such foul evil."
He left in the dead of night, and none saw him go, but the next day he returned.
"I found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. I snuck past the battlegrund scattered with the fallen, and entered the cave. I crept through the darkness of the cave, feeling my way forward. Eventually the cave opened out, and stepped into daylight once more. I stood on a bridge, high over a river through the mountains. The demon was waiting for me, standing on the other side. I fired my bow at him, but he was unharmed. He charged at me and I was forced to dive in the river to get away. I could not go on as he knew I was coming. To have detected my approach, the demon must be a terrible foe indeed. I think we must pay the tribute."
With the failure of their three champions, the people of the city were afraid, and began to assemble the tribute. One more tried to stand forward, a young knight by the name of Veran. This was before his greatest deeds were accomplished, let alone known throughout the land. And so the people shouted him down. The soldiers, the mage and the rogue had all failed. Where could one young knight succeed? So it was with no celebration or fanfare that he rode forth to challenge the demon while the City waited for their new lord.
He found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. He rode past the battleground scattered with the fallen, and entered the cave. He carried a torch with him to light his way, until it's light failed just as had the mage's. He strode on through the darkness, feeling his way until he came to the bridge. The demon stood across from him, and bellowed a challenge. Veran drew his sword and stood his ground as the demon charged. He stared into the maw of the oncoming beast, and took a single stroke ... that met nothing. As his sword hit the demon, it dissappeared into mist. Puzzled, Veran continued forward.
Across the bridge he found the true lair of Ghedras, and met him in battle. Was it a might duel, for legends to be made of? No, for when Veran finally made his way inside, he found not a terrible demon lord, but a mere imp. A clever imp. An imp who had fooled a great leader, and a powerful mage and a dark rogue. An imp who had preyed on their shared weakness. Fear. Veran alone defeated him, not by being strong or powerful or crafty, but by having the courage to face his foe when no one else would. In time, Veran would become the greatest of all the heroes, with strength, power and guile unmatched by any. But his greatest strength was always the one he found first.
All know the tales of Veran of the Silver Blade, the legendary knight, the Eladrin warrior, master of spell and sword. But before the legends, comes another story. Before he defeated the giant Ygmar, before he brought down the Necromancer's Keep, before he singlehandedly won the battle of Terok Hill ... The tale of Veran and the Demon Lord, Ghedras.
Ghedras was a terribly demon, with wings of darkest night and the power of all the hells at his command. He had arrived unseen, none had heard of him until he came to demand tribute of the city of Istaril. He stood outside the walls, bellowing his challenge. He was terrible to behold, standing taller than a giant, with flames surrounding him. He issued his demands for gold and gems, threatened to destroy the City if his tribute was not offered. Then, he rose into the sky and flew away to the mountains in the north.
One of the citizens stepped forward. A great leader of the dragonborn, with a troop of loyal soldiers.
"We shall go forth, and we shall destroy this demon. The city shall not bow to such foul evil."
They rode forth from the city, with banners waving and trumpets blaring. A great celebration was held as they set off to destroy the demon. But the next day, the leader returned alone.
"We found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. But there were the remains of a great battle surrounding the cave. Countless skeletons surround the entrance, telling of the demon's might. My soldiers fled, lest they too die at the demon's hand. I could not go on alone. To have killed so many, the demon must be a terrible foe indeed. I think we must pay the tribute."
But another man stepped forth. A tiefling wizard of wide renown.
"We have seen that the demon can slaughter men of steel and strength. But my magic shall prove his downfall. The city shall not bow to such foul evil."
He rode forth from the city, a single soul, secure in his own power. A great celebration was held as he set off to destroy the demon. But the next day, the mage returned.
"I found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. I rode past the battleground scattered with the fallen, and entered the cave. It was black as night in the cave, and so I called upon my magic to banish the darkness. I was deep in the cave when my light was extinguished. I poured more and more power into the spell, but I could not overcome the demon's power. I could not go on without my magic. To have overcome my power, the demon must be a terrible foe indeed. I think we must pay the tribute."
But then another stepped forward. A man of dark deeds, clad in black.
"I am not afraid by the defeat of soldiers, the demon will not see me coming. I am not afraid of the darkness, I live there. I shall sneak into the cave and destroy the demon. The city shall not bow to such foul evil."
He left in the dead of night, and none saw him go, but the next day he returned.
"I found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. I snuck past the battlegrund scattered with the fallen, and entered the cave. I crept through the darkness of the cave, feeling my way forward. Eventually the cave opened out, and stepped into daylight once more. I stood on a bridge, high over a river through the mountains. The demon was waiting for me, standing on the other side. I fired my bow at him, but he was unharmed. He charged at me and I was forced to dive in the river to get away. I could not go on as he knew I was coming. To have detected my approach, the demon must be a terrible foe indeed. I think we must pay the tribute."
With the failure of their three champions, the people of the city were afraid, and began to assemble the tribute. One more tried to stand forward, a young knight by the name of Veran. This was before his greatest deeds were accomplished, let alone known throughout the land. And so the people shouted him down. The soldiers, the mage and the rogue had all failed. Where could one young knight succeed? So it was with no celebration or fanfare that he rode forth to challenge the demon while the City waited for their new lord.
He found the demon's lair, high in the mountains. He rode past the battleground scattered with the fallen, and entered the cave. He carried a torch with him to light his way, until it's light failed just as had the mage's. He strode on through the darkness, feeling his way until he came to the bridge. The demon stood across from him, and bellowed a challenge. Veran drew his sword and stood his ground as the demon charged. He stared into the maw of the oncoming beast, and took a single stroke ... that met nothing. As his sword hit the demon, it dissappeared into mist. Puzzled, Veran continued forward.
Across the bridge he found the true lair of Ghedras, and met him in battle. Was it a might duel, for legends to be made of? No, for when Veran finally made his way inside, he found not a terrible demon lord, but a mere imp. A clever imp. An imp who had fooled a great leader, and a powerful mage and a dark rogue. An imp who had preyed on their shared weakness. Fear. Veran alone defeated him, not by being strong or powerful or crafty, but by having the courage to face his foe when no one else would. In time, Veran would become the greatest of all the heroes, with strength, power and guile unmatched by any. But his greatest strength was always the one he found first.