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The speech given by Lord Jarmaath of Brindol on 23 High Summer RF 503.
Hail to thee,
The armies of the Red Hand are defeated, broken at the siege of Brindol. The surviving Wyrmlords have fallen to squabbling, the mass of the Horde dispersed across the Vale. This army will trouble the good peoples of Elsir no more! The battle was not without cost, many good men and women laid down their lives before the Throne. But none of this, none at all, could have been accomplished without the aid of bold Sol and cunning Xerxes!
Heroes from Drellin's Ferry first confronted the Horde. Though succesful in initial skirmishes, they laid down their lives at the Skull Gorge Bridge, leaving only one survivor, Marcus who bore the grim news back to the hamlet. It was here that Sol and Xerxes entered our lands, along with Kayan. Together with the survivor, they ensured that the refugees of the Ferry lived, and that Speaker Wiston and Captain Sorrana could warn we of Brindol, though death's shadow reached out to claim those brave two at the last.
From there, the brave pair, along with Kayan, travelled north, to the bogs of Blackfen, the lost Rhest. Here they thwarted a terrible breeding plan by the Red Hand, to create monsters of terrible draconic might. In doing so, they secured the allegiance of the noble Tiri Kitor, wild elf folk of the fen, and their champions Sellyria, Trellara and Killiar. Today we also remember the name of Trellara, lost in the fight against the giants.
Xerxes and Sol rode south, south to the Thornwaste. On their path, they destroyed Red Hand blockades, battled giantkin and ensured monies for the noble Hammerfist dwarves would reach our staunch allies. Captain Helmbreaker, long may his soul rest, marched to the defence of Brindol on the word of our heroes. They also brought the small folk of Dauth and the strong hearts of Prosser, home of the now lost Six Blades, to Brindol's defence.
In the Thornwaste, they confronted great evil, the evil of the unliving, never dying Ghostlord! This long fallen druid, now an ally of the Red Hand, planned to swell the Horde's ranks with merciless corpse soldiers. For this, the pair brought death to the dead, and laid waste to his lion fortress. And so, they came once more to Brindol.
The battle was against us from the start. The numbers of the Horde were limitless, the skies filled with their monstrous allies, the horizon blackened by chanting savages. In the initial engagement, the heart of our forces would be lost, Captain Ulverth's sacrifice in vain, the lives of the Hammerfists spent for nothing! But for Sol and Xerxes! With their steel and their magic, they saved the north wall from Giant artillery, slaying the beasts. Alone they battled the mighty red dragon, which wrought fiery ruin upon the city, and meted it death in price. Though all else fell before the onrushing horde, the pair held the Dawn way, granting time for we of Brindol to rally at the Temple. I owe them personal thanks, for slaying my would be assassin, killer of the good hearts of my guard and the old Speaker of the Ferry. Finally, they would face the General of the armies of the Red Hand. Hravek Kharn.
A vile brute, encased in Red Dragon armour. An acid spewing, curse throwing monstrosity in service of dark powers. Alone, Sol faced this cur. Alone, Xerxes held off the giants. Though the forces of Brindol, the Ruby Knights and the True Law battled the Horde and the lesser Wyrmlords around them, it was this battle that was to be the decisive one...
We stand here, today, in the square of Brindol, unbeaten. You all know the outcome of that fight. Sol slew the champion, the captain of the Horde! Or so we thought. In Kharn's dying words, he spelled out the doom that was yet to come. "My mistress comes..." he said "and with her comes Hell!"
The augurs of those blessed of the Temple who did not fall alongalongside their mistress High Priestess Goldenbrow of the Temple have unravelled a plot most foul. One more remains, the architect of this evil. The High Wyrmlord Azzar Kul. And he plans yet to open a gate, to the pit, and usher forth the armies of hell, with his fivefold mistress at the head!
I call out to you, good people of the Vale, and those good people who have flocked here from other lands to aid us in our struggle, I call out to you now, to stand beside us again, to walk with our champions into peril! Will you march with them, stand shoulder to shoulder against the darkness? Will you turn it back, close the door, send this shadow back whence it came?
The heroes, Sol and Xerxes, go forth boldly into the peril. But this, they cannot stand against alone. Will you stand with them?
Hail to thee,
The armies of the Red Hand are defeated, broken at the siege of Brindol. The surviving Wyrmlords have fallen to squabbling, the mass of the Horde dispersed across the Vale. This army will trouble the good peoples of Elsir no more! The battle was not without cost, many good men and women laid down their lives before the Throne. But none of this, none at all, could have been accomplished without the aid of bold Sol and cunning Xerxes!
Heroes from Drellin's Ferry first confronted the Horde. Though succesful in initial skirmishes, they laid down their lives at the Skull Gorge Bridge, leaving only one survivor, Marcus who bore the grim news back to the hamlet. It was here that Sol and Xerxes entered our lands, along with Kayan. Together with the survivor, they ensured that the refugees of the Ferry lived, and that Speaker Wiston and Captain Sorrana could warn we of Brindol, though death's shadow reached out to claim those brave two at the last.
From there, the brave pair, along with Kayan, travelled north, to the bogs of Blackfen, the lost Rhest. Here they thwarted a terrible breeding plan by the Red Hand, to create monsters of terrible draconic might. In doing so, they secured the allegiance of the noble Tiri Kitor, wild elf folk of the fen, and their champions Sellyria, Trellara and Killiar. Today we also remember the name of Trellara, lost in the fight against the giants.
Xerxes and Sol rode south, south to the Thornwaste. On their path, they destroyed Red Hand blockades, battled giantkin and ensured monies for the noble Hammerfist dwarves would reach our staunch allies. Captain Helmbreaker, long may his soul rest, marched to the defence of Brindol on the word of our heroes. They also brought the small folk of Dauth and the strong hearts of Prosser, home of the now lost Six Blades, to Brindol's defence.
In the Thornwaste, they confronted great evil, the evil of the unliving, never dying Ghostlord! This long fallen druid, now an ally of the Red Hand, planned to swell the Horde's ranks with merciless corpse soldiers. For this, the pair brought death to the dead, and laid waste to his lion fortress. And so, they came once more to Brindol.
The battle was against us from the start. The numbers of the Horde were limitless, the skies filled with their monstrous allies, the horizon blackened by chanting savages. In the initial engagement, the heart of our forces would be lost, Captain Ulverth's sacrifice in vain, the lives of the Hammerfists spent for nothing! But for Sol and Xerxes! With their steel and their magic, they saved the north wall from Giant artillery, slaying the beasts. Alone they battled the mighty red dragon, which wrought fiery ruin upon the city, and meted it death in price. Though all else fell before the onrushing horde, the pair held the Dawn way, granting time for we of Brindol to rally at the Temple. I owe them personal thanks, for slaying my would be assassin, killer of the good hearts of my guard and the old Speaker of the Ferry. Finally, they would face the General of the armies of the Red Hand. Hravek Kharn.
A vile brute, encased in Red Dragon armour. An acid spewing, curse throwing monstrosity in service of dark powers. Alone, Sol faced this cur. Alone, Xerxes held off the giants. Though the forces of Brindol, the Ruby Knights and the True Law battled the Horde and the lesser Wyrmlords around them, it was this battle that was to be the decisive one...
We stand here, today, in the square of Brindol, unbeaten. You all know the outcome of that fight. Sol slew the champion, the captain of the Horde! Or so we thought. In Kharn's dying words, he spelled out the doom that was yet to come. "My mistress comes..." he said "and with her comes Hell!"
The augurs of those blessed of the Temple who did not fall alongalongside their mistress High Priestess Goldenbrow of the Temple have unravelled a plot most foul. One more remains, the architect of this evil. The High Wyrmlord Azzar Kul. And he plans yet to open a gate, to the pit, and usher forth the armies of hell, with his fivefold mistress at the head!
I call out to you, good people of the Vale, and those good people who have flocked here from other lands to aid us in our struggle, I call out to you now, to stand beside us again, to walk with our champions into peril! Will you march with them, stand shoulder to shoulder against the darkness? Will you turn it back, close the door, send this shadow back whence it came?
The heroes, Sol and Xerxes, go forth boldly into the peril. But this, they cannot stand against alone. Will you stand with them?