So Fell the Beasts of Aquinorre

So Fell the Beasts of Aquinorre – A poem penned by the master-bard of Oakenstand about the stand of Praxis, against the horrid Trolls, Hobgoblins, Ogres, bugbears, goblins and orcs of the cursed Lost Kingdom of Aquinorre. Fell spirit-spurned fiends cursed to an endless, hellish, infinite lifetime as hideous monsters that prowl the night unable to endure the sun. These foul, cannibal wretches, slaves to the power and will of the vile 'Nightmare-King Gláorunghë', ''thrice-damned Ur-Lord of Twilight'', arose in great numbers and waxed mighty to vex and belabor the bright kingdoms of mortals. Sworn to raze the works of The Great Races to the dust and scatter their homes and people as ashes in their wake. They crashed like black waves in horrid storms of savagery and feral fury against the brave legions of King Gaalmoringhë. And many brave Knights fell into legend. Slain by that wild tide. But in the golden light of dawn, atop a lonely tower, its door choked with the dead and fallen, impenetrable to the bloodthirsty horde, Praxis alone fought on, reduced to plucking the spent arrows of the Goblin archers that had felled his companions on the battlement from their bodies and firing them bac upon their senders, he aimed true and put through the eye of the Grendle-born War-Orge Karnavaug the unstoppable, a black, barbed and poisonous shaft from the black host, and brought low the Warlord on whose terror and might the spine of the foes relied. Their leader defeated, they broke and scattered before the burning light of the morning sun and, their umbral protections broken, retreated into the Twilight Realm. When the king’s reinforcements pushed through they found only last warrior, Praxis, still bearing high the regal standard of Gaalmoringhë. It’s penant and banner proud and triumphant in the morning sun, over the broken and the dead of the Nightmare-King’s host. And the last of the squires and pages and servants and retinue of the fallen knights and lords gathered under his protection. And great honor and renown was heaped upon him in Oakenstand.