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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ydars" data-source="post: 4651222" data-attributes="member: 62992">My daughter's first character met her end in noblest fashion. Let me sing to you of the Death of Hayowen of Crendon, and may her deeds inspire you to seek battle and never to lay down till your last breath. The scene; a wooden fort crowns a snow strewn hill and guards an ancient canyon through the hills. It is the last defence of the settled lands against the Kothic tribal hordes, who have surrounded the fort. Night falls and the Koths wheel out their dreadful seige engines and begin attacking the fort. The PCs foolishly get distracted and scattered across the battlefield trying to contain a dozen threats. Only two remain on the walls of said fort. The walls are breached and the Koths begin racing up the hill, ready to slay all those within; mostly women and children. The PCs outside also clamber up the hill behind the Kothic horde. The Koths crest the hill, ready to plunge into the gap. But one lone figure stands in the breach; Hayowen of Crendon, wielder of the Black Bow of Ishilnur.  On the Koths come but then the Black Bow begins its relentless death song and feathered shafts sprout from eyes and throats quicker than the eye can follow. A circle of dead Koths now encircles the breach but a thousand times that number stlll come on and Hayowen has no more arrows. The defenders on the wall call for Hayowen to join them, but she turns and catches the sound of a crying babe back in the inner ward. Without a word she draws her sword and stands fast, shouting at the Koths and asking which of them shall be her honor guard in death. Blades ring and Koths fall, harvested like wheat, so that 20 or so lay dead at Hayowen's feet, though her armour is rent in many places and she is crimson from head to foot. Then comes a Kothic champion wielding a mighty axe. He charges and suddenly the sound of blades ends cruelly. The other PCs dash to the top of the hill, cutting their way through the enemy. But when they reach the top they find that all the Koths are kneeling. For Hayowen of Crendon is dead, propped upright against the wall by the Champion she has slain, but dead nonetheless. Yet a strange light plays around her head; for it is the Hero Light, a fabled sign of the favour of the Gods gifted only to Heroes at their death. The Koths spend an hour in reverent prayer before they drift off into the night, never to attack again, abandoning their seige engines where they lay. Hayowen of Crendon was buried in that valley in a great mound, as was the ancient custom for Great Chieftains. Across her breast was laid the Black Bow and with her passing ended an age of heroes, the like of which was never seen again. Fidar Hayowen Onnenu!</blockquote>

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