The First Land Herald/418-05-29

Article Number: BI32

Dateline: 418-05-29

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRIS' MASS ‘Twas the night before Chris’ Mass, when all through the realm An invasion was stirring, with Death at the helm; The rivers were boiling by some unseen hand And soon there’d be undead all swarming on land; The children were huddled all under their beds While visions of skeletons danced through their heads. Saragos in his hauberk, and I in my mail Had just run outside to join in the assail When out on the street there arose such a clatter We sprang to the gates to see what was the matter. When what to our wondering eyes did appear But a Prydaen man with a sinister leer; His gibbering words grew a magical cancer I knew in a moment - he’s a necromancer! More rapid than eagles his bone-hounds they came And he whistled, and shouted, and called out foul names. So up to the front lines my love and I flew And hordes of un-creatures we solemnly slew. We fought to the storefronts, we fought to the wall Crying, “drive away! drive away! drive away all!” And after much toil, we brought them all down, Their lifeless bones littered about through the town; We searched for the leader, but to no avail, Just barely caught sight of the end of his tail. I heard him exclaim, ere he fled out of sight, “To the Spiral with all, and to eternal night!” Disclaimer: The above is an artistic and very loose interpretation of events that occurred recently in Therengia. No facts should be construed from this interpretation. Speak to Skaen or other witnesses for the true details of this event. Navesi Daerthon Editor, First Land Herald

Real Date: Unknown Date

Subject(s): Chris' Mass Festival Necromancer Prydaen Saragos Skaen Therengia Undead

Author(s): Navesi