9th of Malachite, 123 A.U.
Lucmen is dead now, slain by my spear. It was hard fought and I would not have been able to defeat Lucmen without Racon, but Racon is gone now. The vampire's blood has been cleaned out with lye and soap, no more shall this town fear the night.
I suppose there's nothing much left to do but enjoy a quiet day's drink hunting cheetahs and coins.
May Lucmen forever rot in the underworld!
Litast Shinkodor"And on the 9th of Malachite 123 A.U. the Dwarf lord Litast Brightdawns single handedly fought the Demon vampire warlord Lucmen Clinchtwine and his dreaded army, in a battle atop a volcano as magma crabs set fire to the landscape. But Litast was there with his bronze spear and shining armour..."
~A very confused historian.ACROSS THE HILL OF UMBRAS
From the fingers of fertility (a small river), emerged an Elf demigod. Clad in nature itself, he strode out to what would be a 6 day journey with naught but the comfort of nature to deliver a message of great importance to a significant Dwarf - a message of warning. A portent of a bronze warrior striking the light out from the dark.Travelling with Rhino herds, Giant Snail colonies, hearing the greetings of the rattle snake and the fleeting rivers that wound their way through the arid deserts, the Elf was making progress - one day's travel done.
Even the most unnatural of constructs had their own sense of wizened splendor.
In their own, artificial ways.