I rested outside the city gates after dispatching a number of vile creatures and forlorn looking slaves speeding them to a better life, for I could not avail them of their current one, alone. I called upon the special powers bestowed upon me by my faithful service to Daeron and I opened the gates and assaulted the Dragon that stood in my way. With incredible speed I smashed a fist into its breastbone - it slumped dazed at my feet - I pummelled it into an everlasting slumber and dispatched the disciples that were charged with protecting the gate.
I rested once more to steel myself for the fight of my life. Oh how I wish my comrades were with me but I knew Tyr was not far away - my faith would hold me in good stead and see that I acquitted myself well. I entered the compound and one after the other I cut down the disciples that ran towards me and sought out the rest. In the distance the great dragon Chirrem lumbered towards me and at its side a Mercenary wielding a massive exotic blade. I fell upon Chirrem and caught it off guard as it overcompensated in its attempt to rake me with its claws. I smashed into the dragon's forearm it looked stunned that such force could come from someone so small - a flurry of blows did I unleash on Chirrem.
The Mercenary saw an opportunity to manoeuver for a flank attack as it ran at me from behind the great dragon. The Mercenary's blades whirling like mesmerising death. He lunged but alas the attack was evaded. Once more he struck this time a glancing blow. Angered by my resilience he became relentless - I stood defiant - on one side a merciless killing machine on the other a dragon whose power and majesty looked out of place in such a twisted and callous place, that is Sleeth.
Suddenly from the corner of my eye a golden light flashed - a comrade at last! The Enforcer and I side by side battled Chirrem and the Mercenary for what seemed an eternity. Heavy blows landed on both sides - finally we prevailed. The Dragon and the mercenary lay dead at our feet. My fists covered in blood and scale. I rested once more. The battle was over but not the war.
I assaulted the cradle as it hummed with the power of the relics it contained. Then, not more than 20 ft away a Slave appeared and began chanting. He went by the name Arcane. He summoned a companion whose beauty belied the place where it called home. I ran towards Slave Arcane and smashed a fist into its face. A crack and the Slave stood motionless - I beat with fist and foot - from behind more commotion another Slave and another. The odds were better than I had faced all day but Slaves are resourceful, conniving and coordinated whereas the denizens of Sleeth are dull and witless!
The Wizard Slave cast a hand that grasped me - I could not take advantage and finish off the Arcane. I could hear in the distance the Enforcer battling what must have been other Slaves. Alas I do not remember what happened much after that as I lost consciousness.
I woke up in the Frostdale inn - in the room I have been occupying for nigh on 10 days. Was it all a dream? Did I slay the dragons and almost take our relic back? Was it the impetuousness of youth to call upon Tyr to help to defeat evil and prevail against insurmountable odds? It must have been. However, as I stood and brought my hands up in front of me - they were caked in dry blood and what looked like dragon scales. I looked into the mirror in the corner of the room and there I stood covered in blood and gore from head to toe. What had happened? I searched my pack for answers and there in amongst my possessions were items I knew could only have come from the denizens of Sleeth. I looked around the room for clues, a note, something of how I arrived back in my room but none came.
I then decided to make myself more presentable - one could not walk around the streets of Frostdale looking like some kind of murderous maniac with a penchant for ale! I washed and visited the bar below. I spoke to some of the patrons who had heard rumours of an assault on Sleeth this evening. It was foiled by a determined rally of the Slaves. They did not know what became of the single brave soul who ventured inside the gates.
I retired to my room and unusually tired I began to doze off almost immediately as my head hit the pillow. The night air crept below the window left slightly ajar. I heard a strong confident voice on the tails of the wind. It said "my child this day you have done well. In future, you must seek out your friends and allies - united you will prevail and defeat those that would seek to bring ruin and damnation upon us all!"
Here the tale ends but the story and my journey continues .....
Below an image of the remnants of the fight which saw all the denizens of the compound bar Elvin
dispatched prior to the Slaves arriving to thwart my heroic deeds!
