The Hero of Shame: Moridor

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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 -
by Lucas Eventide


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.

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


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.

"Time to rest. Who

has all the fish in

this party?"


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.
Might his name be known throughout Brittania.


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