In the dark of
night, the battle upon the walls was gruesome. With daybreak, many
lay dead upon either side of the walls. The line had held, but with
great losses. The Dal-Ra fell back and waited again for night. Freyr,
not of a mind to wait for death, gathered his men together and
approached Aliralath. He spoke of bringing the fight to the enemy and
Aliralath looked at him as though he was crazed.
As they stood in
council, wizened old Tralerith came to them. Tralerith, an aged
wizard and sworn man of Kalieth, had been busy at work attending the
wounded. He moved amongst the people in disguise for he had thought
that the work of a wizard was not tied to that of kings. The Mad
Weaver, however, spoke unto him and told him that the hour of his
doom had come upon him.
So, it happened
that Tralerith came to Freyr of the Greenwood and the elders of Tor
Cairas. At first, they knew him not, for he was dirty and dressed in
ragged clothes. But, as he spoke, it became clear that the strange,
aged man before them was someone of great consequence. Tralerith
explained to them how they might throw off the greater forces of the
Dal-Ra but Freyr was troubled by this. For Tralerith spoke of
summoning the great dragon of Kailes, a creature of an ancient and
alien mind that was not known to view lesser beings in any kindness.
Freyr asked how they might secure the aid of that dragon but
Tralerith only said that the forest king was to marshal his forces.
Freyr's caution
was cast aside by the elders of Tor Cairas. With great reservations,
Freyr gathered to him his able bodied warriors. Tralerith went upon
the battlements of Tor Cairas and spoke the enchantments. As he did
so, great clouds began to form in the sky. The people of Tor Cairas
sought their homes and huddled together in masses, filled with dread.
Freyr and his men readied their weapons.
A scream split the
air as Tralerith fell to the ground, lifeless as the stones. Down
from the building storm, came a great creature. It coiled and
slithered through the air like a serpent with leathered wings
cracking like thunder. Even as the terror of the people of Tor Cairas
was great, greater still was the horror of the Dal-Ra.
Chaos broke out
amongst them as the dragon came down low near them. Freyr and his
force came forward in the wake of that chaos. Freyr's men had cut a
mighty swath through the troubled Dal-Ra before they found themselves
facing true resistance. Sharp were the knives of the younger sons of
the Dal-Ra who were either reckless or mad for glory. Sharper still
were the blades of the Greenwood folk and they won through that hard
mass by bloody effort.
Deep in the ranks
of the Dal-Ra's reinforcements, the great dragon of Kailes moved
amongst them like a viper. Its great maw bit deeply into man and
beast alike. Soon, it came upon one who did not bleed and scream as
the rest. Where the brood of evil walked, the roiling chaos-dancer
found a worthy foe. Maigren, second born son of the accursed one,
stood with his mighty spear and great shield. He stood surrounded by
the dead of friend and foe alike.
As the sky-serpent
moved its coils about him, fair haired Maigren laid about with his
lance. Where no iron or steel blade has cut into the flesh of the
dragon, the black metal forged by the deamon smiths bit into the
pale underbelly of that storm black creature. This served only to
move the great creature into higher fury. Maigren watched his foe and
worked hard to keep his long jaws away.
So it was that he
missed the arrival of Freyr. The sky-serpent paused in a great and
terrible stillness before Maigren. The scourge of gloaming let out a
scream that sent blood curdling terror through all that heard it.
Undaunted, Freyr came forward and buried his bright steel blade in
the neck of his damned kinsman. Maigren's spear dropped from
nerveless hands as he turned and reached to probe the wound. Freyr
wrenched the blade from the deamon's spine and hewed again with the
forest's might behind his stroke.
As Maigren's head
fell to the blood sodden ground, the dragon flapped its great wings.
A clap of thunder echoed over the land as the storm's child rose high
into the air. The vanquished threw down their weapons in terror as
the great dragon of Kailes gave another cry. Dawn came and the battle
was won. Aliralath mourned Tralerith and called upon the city of
Tor Cairas to join him. Freyr took the forest folk back into the
greenwood, though Aliralath bade him to stay. Thus did the withdrawal
of the blessed ones be forewritten in the wake of the death of
Morguthu's second son.
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