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'''Title: The Hero of Shame: Moridor '''

'''Author: Hesperis '''


Moridor the Great, 
hero of shame and 
known by many as the 
greatest of heros. 
Twas the battle in 
Shame that this 
valiant warrior took 
his fame. 
In the damp caves he 
was the fighter on 
the forefront of the 
party always pushing 
the tired soldiers to 
their feet and giving 
them the hope to travel 
further. 
One of these 
warriors in particular 
beleives that he was 
the only reason they 
passed the swarms of 
Earth Elementals that 
hit the weakened 
party near the end of 
their journey.

"There were hordes 
of them, one after 
another rearing their 
ugly faces and 
growling. I had run 
out of bandages and 
was nearly crippled. 
However, Moridor 
stood tall. Twas his 
blade that crushed 
throught the tough 
elemental like sand. It 
was amazing."



''- The Tale of Moridor: Hero of Shame -'' <br>
''by Lucas Eventide'' <br>


They headed into the 
caves early that 
morning, the heat was 
already beating down 
on their metalic-clad 
bodies. The song of a 
bard in their party 
lifted spirits with a 
light melody.       

<blockquote>
"Behold the break 
of daylight! <br>
"Soon enough we'll 
see...<br>
"The treasures 
there are bound to be<br>
"In the caves so late 
this night.
</blockquote>


And for their guild 
they trudged onward. 
Practicing their skills 
on the orcs that 
wandered too far from 
their home. 
Through the forests 
west of Yew's Abbey, 
far from the safety 
it provides, the party 
came upon an 
encampment. Burning 
with the fire of 
combat they jumped 
into action. Fighting 
like bears they ripped 
through the orcs. A 
mace cracked the bone 
helmet of the orcish 
lord. A katana's blade 
sliced across an orcs 
chest and spilled the 
remains of a fawn. 
Twas in the final 
moments of battle 
they realized how 
ready they were to be 
inside the caves. They 
were wolves, a team 
of warriors that knew 
each others moves by 
instinct. 

The forest stood no 
chance against them. 
"Virtue, guide us 
through the below. 
Bring us safety as we 
cleanse the earth of 
the virtuless 
monsters." And with 
these few words they 
headed down. Their 
prayer was complete 
and Moridor stood 
watchful as they 
plunged into the 
muddy depths. 
The light from their 
torches cast 
reflections on the 
walls and the eyes of 
the few animals living 
in the darkness. For 
the moment 
everything was calm.
Then the clash of 
swords began. Light 
was dancing with the 
combatants: a giant 
spider, a slime, and an 
earth elemental. 
A spell flew to the 
earth elemental. The 
bard launched the 
slime and the spider 
into combat with each 
other. 

The team fought like 
this for hours. 
Burrowing their way 
farther into the day 
and the cavernous 
expanse, they filled 
their pouches to the 
brim. Finally it was 
time to turn back.
Perhaps they had 
lost track in the 
redness of hate but 
they had a long way to 
the place they had 
come from. 
Lifting each other 
over baracades and 
cliffs, Moridor 
noticed the darkness 
in his companion's 
eyes. He dropped some 
kindling from his 
pack and lit it. 

<blockquote> "Time to rest. Who 
has all the fish in 
this party?" </blockquote>


As quickly as they 
lost hope, their spirits 
were lifted again. 
They ate and sang, 
counting up thier 
profits and gaining the 
power to move 
themselves on. 
Footsteps echoed 
down the corridors 
and slammed against 
the walls of Moridor's 
camp. In the distant 
flame-light he could 
see the earth moving.
Everyone equiped 
themselves and stood 
back to back watching 
the walls form into 
arms, legs, eyes.
The elementals 
attacked from all sides 
their force was much 
for the weary 
travelers. Many came 
down with ailments, 
poisoned by the 
spiders and the oozes. 
Moridor fought with 
grace and skill. Able to 
heal his friends and 
himself. 

One of his warriors 
had fallen in the 
middle of the battle. 
Nae dead, but crippled 
enough. He dashed 
underneath the 
elemental, cut it to the 
ground before it's foot 
finished off the 
warrior. Then pulled 
his friend to saftey 
and wraped bandages 
around his wounds. 


Twas because of 
Moridor's efforts and 
loyalty that the 
elemental beings didn't 
finish off the party. 
hero sent by Virtue to 
help them. <br>
Might his 
name be known 
throughout Brittania.



''(Recorded by Lucas Eventide of Yew
with the guideance of Hesperis' Chronicle.)''

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