Freyr was a mighty
king. He was well known for his valor in battle, kindness to the
unfortunate, and generosity to all. He lived in that wood known now
as Dragonwood. With him, perished his line, but his memory lasts even
to this day.
Freyr was a son of
Sigurt and stood high among his people. In his concern for the people
of Tor Cairas, he lead his army forth from the great wood. Tor Cairas
lay under siege from the Dal-Ra, servants of the Hated One. Freyr's
princely warriors cut through the Dal-Ra and drove them out into the
murky lands of the Fens. Upon their victory, Freyr brought his men
into the city for healing and rest.
Little did the
victors know that the Dal-Ra were coming again, with greater numbers.
As night fell on the fourth night hence, one of Freyr's far sighted
kinsmen happened to look to the south. There, in the rising gloom, he
saw a force marching. Word was put forth to the good king and the
elders of the city. Freyr and Aliralath, eldest of the men who lead
the city of mists, came to the walls and looked where the blessed
guard pointed.
There they saw
what looked to be a forest devoid of branch or leaf moving northward.
Aliralath gave a cry of dismay and fear. Freyr set his men to work.
In the dark, the blessed children of Roen worked with a desperate
fury to build earthworks and trenches. When dawn came, a rough
labyrinthe lay where the mud had been churned with booted feet to a
mire. Stout branches of brambles coaxed by elfin magic into thorny
spears bristled.
In amongst this
hedge, the weary forest folk waited. Behind the walls of Tor Cairas,
Aliralath and his brothers put the able bodied to work securing the
walls. At nightfall of the next day, the forces of the Dal-Ra had
reached the outer edge of the cleared lands about Tor Cairas. They
beat their drums and sounded their war horns.
Freyr slept poorly
that night, for a great forboding lay heavily upon his heart. Where
Aliralath had thought it to be another siege, Freyr knew that the
Dal-Ra would come upon them with their full numbers. Freyr looked
about himself and saw many a brave soul with the faint veil of death
cast about their form like gossamer spider webs. In the face of such
doom, he did not give his heart over to grief.
Indeed, he went
amongst the doomed and exhorted them with bold speech of courage and
victory. The third day, the Dal-Ra waited. As the gloom of night
began to fall, they marched forward with the beat of heavy drum. In
to the maze they went. The elfin host bore arms bravely against them.
The numbers of the enemy, however, pushed the valiant defenders back
to the walls.
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