Subj:page writing contest
submission
Date:96-07-16 22:08:29
EDT
From:Hakar2
To: Sir
CORW1N
Hail Sir Corwin
!
Please accept the following
as submission to the page writing contest.
Hakar
Pendera
Page of
Kort
Paladin of
Tyr
The Battle of Griffins
Glen
Through the Lost Hills the
tale unfolds
about the Battle of Griffins
Glen,
evil drow attempted to block
the path
and claim the hills for thier
evil kin.
“The hills, they belong to
us,” they said.
“Leave now you two, there is
no room.
Flee before the forces of
darkness,
or you two shall find your
doom.”
Back to back the two lovers
went
to defend against the
fight.
Hakar parlayed the darkest
one
who was shrouded by the
night.
Like hungry wolves they
circled ‘round
the lovers, with swords
drawn.
Would they live to see
another day ?
Would they see the light of
dawn ?
Gonesha, a mage of some
repute,
sent a message back to
Camelot:
“We’re in need of your help
in Griffins Glen
or our deaths will mark this
spot.”
So Lord Vinman assembled
those in KORT
those present in the
realms,
3
Knights, 2 Squires, and Pages alike,
all donned armor, shield, and
helm.
“To the hills,” cried Lord
Vinman,
“Our friends are in great
need.
And if Evil wishes a fight
this day,
we’ll comply and make them
bleed.”
Meanwhile back within the
glen,
the situation was very
tense.
Now surrounded by the evil
host,
Hakar worried of Nesha’s
defense.
At least he would die with
honor
defending his lady upon the
field.
The Evils would offer no
quarter
In turn, they would not
yield.
The drow circled, testing
thier defenses
engaging in a battle of
wills.
Soon there would be
bloodshed
in the glen within the
hills.
The first one rushed on at
Hakar.
The drows blades danced left
and right.
The Page withstood the
fury,
survived the drows dark
might.
The drow suddenly stepped
back,
a
draw Hakar had won.
The drow said, “ The next one
will not be so cheap,
alas, that was for
fun.”
With a sudden wave of his
black hand,
the pack moved in for the
kill.
They attacked in a frenzied
state.
There was human blood to
spill.
“FOR THE GOOD OF THE REALMS,”
the cry went out,
“AND THE UNITY OF
ALL.”
Gonesha looked up from
whirling death
and rejoyced at the sight she
saw.
In road three Knights upon
their steeds
with Squires and Pages
behind,
they road in with the chant
of “KORT”
and formed into a
line.
Sir Dagron halted the
charge
he gave them one last
chance.
“Crawl back to your holes
evil ones
and cease your deadly
dance.”
They scorned and mocked and
cursed him
and waived theri swords
about.
Lifting voices spoken in
black speech,
they let forth a terrible
shout.
And thus the lines of battle
drawn
the combatants were
engaged.
The clash of steel, the
screems of men
the sounds of battle
raged.
For two hours the battle
raged
with loses on each
side.
Together the forces of KORT
fought
with courage, strength and
pride.
When the final sword was
struck
all present danced with
glee.
We watched the fleeing
evils
and celebrated
victory.
Eleven of their number
fell,
upon the field this
day,
with five of our own number
lost
in the twisting, swirling
fray.
So lift your voices to the
Victors,
Tyr brought justice in the
end.
Thus ends this tale of valor
of the Battle of Griffins
Glen.