Current description:
[INDENT]"An iron statue of a rider on horseback stands upon a stone pedestal, upon the rider's shield is a Crimson Eagle, wings spread. Upon the pedestal there is a plaque which reads as follows.
"Long ago the great city of gold, Port Hampshire was under siege by the Drow. In the center of the great city an eruption of cobbles occurred and from it burst forth a horde of the underdark. Duergar swarmed forth followed by the Drow, the guards ran to the city's aid but were overcome. In the skies death on black wings soared over head. Chromatic dragons laid waste to the city's defenders as the sacking of Hampshire began. Not all was yet lost for as the Drow turned the city into a base of operations, a call throughout Mistone was heard.
So it came to pass, the forces of good gathered and after weeks of planning the retaliation against the denizens of the Underdark and those that came to their service began. From the south, the Ulgrid sent forth an army of dwarves to challenge the hordes of ogre beginning to fortify the city. From the north came the Druids of Seilwood whom challenged the goblin clans massed at the call of war. Finally from the lands of man and the King of Mistone came the Crimson Eagles, the greatest knights of their time though they only numbered forty five.
Upon the crest of dawn the forces of Mistone attacked the invaders, determined to reclaim what was theirs, and within the burning city of Hampshire all would be decided. The gates burst open and a horn did sound, the Drow rallied in the square determined to end the threat to their conquest quickly. Yet they did not expect knights such as the Crimson Eagles whom swarmed through the gaps in the walls instead of the crushed gates. Lances lowered, they charged into the throng of Drow. The Captain of the Eagles spied the leader of the Drow, a mage of considerable power turning to unleash a demon from the depths of the abyss.
Armor torn by poisoned arrows he charged onwards. Horse and rider crashing through the throng of foes seeking but one target, allies at either side. The Drow mage spoke the last word of the incantation and from the depths of the abyss roared a general of fires, a Balor. With great sweeping blows of its sword it cut down man, Drow and horse on all sides. Laughing at the failed attempt upon his life the mage ordered the demon to destroy those coming in the gate leaving his back turned to the wounded captain of the Crimson Eagles. Drawing his sword from scabbard he thrust it through the mage's back impaling his black heart, blood flowing forth from his mouth the mage wailed in death and defeat. The demon grabbed his body, dragging it back down unto the abyss as it was banished.
To the northern wall of the city a battle was being fought as well, the Chromatic Dragon ally a great blue with a host of goblinoid minions waged war with the Druids and Rangers of Seilwood, lightning and natures fury swarmed forth. Hosts of small vermin from the Goblins on Wargs slew their riders and then the foul mockeries of the wolf themselves. At last it was merely the high druid of Seilwood and the dragon as all others fell back, the dragon circled seeking advantage as the Druid merely watched the skies waiting. So it began to rain, water trickling down the faces of the druids all of them smiling quietly as the goblinoids shrieked as they began to melt from the vengeance of the druids long ill of the abominations burning their woods. The dragon shreaked in pain as it to felt the sting of the spell and lightning crackled across it, whirling, it sought to flee the pain however its wings damaged from the fight and the spell sent it plummeting into a merciless sea where it was pulled under by the denizens of the deep.
Alas the Duergar saw their dwarven kin and in determination that they not share the same fate as the fool Drow and weak goblins entered the fray, and blood spilled that day like none before. Thus as two races locked in eternal hate waged war so furious all fell aside to watch in horror as axe against axe and adamantium upon dwarven steel. The general superior of the dwarves beseeched Vorax for aid against the Duergar and was shown Vorax's axe, he charged unto the fray. So the Duergar disgraced, turned back and fled with the remaining Drow into the depths of the underdark from which they emerged. A great rumbling occurred then as passageways began to collapse underneath the ruined city leaving those that fled in an eternal tomb.
So of those called to defend Mistone, the Crimson Eagles remained the most prominent, quelling several rebellions against the King. They themselves helped rebuild the City once more into its Glory. Thus it is here we honor those that died fighting the forces of evil and those that survived to bring this city once more into its proper glory.""[/INDENT]
New description:
[INDENT]An iron statue of a rider on horseback stands upon a stone pedestal. Emblazoned on the rider's shield is a crimson eagle, wings spread. Upon the pedestal, there is a plaque which reads as follows:
"Long ago the great city of gold, Port Hempstead, was under siege by the dark elves. In the center of the great city an eruption of cobbles occurred, and from it burst forth a horde of the Deep. Deep dwarves swarmed forth followed by the dark elves; the guards ran to the city's aid but were overcome. In the skies, death on black wings soared overhead. Chromatic dragons laid waste to the city's defenders as the sacking of Hempstead began. But not all was yet lost, for as the dark elves turned the city into a base of operations, a call throughout Mistone was heard.
So it came to pass that the forces of good gathered, and after weeks of planning, the retaliation against the denizens of the Deep and those that came to their service began. From the south, the Ulgrids sent forth an army of dwarves to challenge the hordes of ogres beginning to fortify the city. From the north came the druids of the Silkwood, who challenged the goblin clans massed at the call of war. Finally, from the lands of man and the King of Mistone, came the Crimson Eagles, the greatest knights of their time despite numbering only forty five.
Upon the crest of dawn the forces of Mistone attacked the invaders, determined to reclaim what was theirs, and within the burning city of Hempstead all would be decided. The gates burst open and a horn did sound; the dark elves rallied in the square, determined to end the threat to their conquest quickly. Yet they did not expect knights such as the Crimson Eagles who swarmed through the gaps in the walls instead of the crushed gates. Lances lowered, they charged into the throng of dark elves. The Captain of the Eagles spied the leader of the dark elves, a mage of considerable power, turning to unleash a demon from the depths of the Pits.
Armor torn by poisoned arrows, he charged onwards. Horse and rider crashed through the throng of foes seeking but one target, allies at either side. The dark mage spoke the last word of the incantation and from the depths of the Pits roared a general of fires, a balor. With great sweeping blows of its sword it cut down man, dark elf, and horse on all sides. Laughing at the failed attempt upon his life, the mage ordered the demon to destroy those coming in the gate, leaving his back turned to the wounded captain of the Crimson Eagles. Drawing his sword from scabbard he thrust it through the mage's back, impaling his black heart. With blood flowing forth from his mouth, the mage wailed in death and defeat. The demon grabbed his body, dragging it back down unto the Strife as it was banished.
To the northern wall of the city a battle was being fought as well, the dragon ally a great blue with a host of goblinoid minions waged war with the druids and rangers of Silkwood. Lightning and nature's fury swarmed forth. Hosts of small vermin from the wargs slew their riders, and then the foul mockeries of the wolves themselves. At last, it was merely the high druid of Silkwood and the dragon. As all others fell back, the dragon circled, seeking advantage as the druid merely watched the skies, waiting. And so it began to rain, water trickling down the faces of the quietly smiling druids as the goblinoids shrieked and melted in the vengeance of druids long angered at the abominations burning their woods. The dragon shrieked in pain as it too felt the sting of the spell, lightning crackling across its scales. Whirling, it sought to flee the pain, however its wings had been damaged from the battle, and the spell sent it plummeting into a merciless sea, where it was pulled under by the denizens of the deep.
Alas, the deep dwarves saw their dwarven kin, and in determination that they not share the same fate as the fool dark elves and weak goblins entered the fray, and blood spilled that day like none before. Thus two races locked in eternal hate waged war so furious that all fell aside to watch in horror, as axe against axe and adamantium upon dwarven steel clashed. The general superior of the dwarves beseeched Vorax for aid against the deep dwarves and was shown the Battlefather's axe; he charged unto the fray. So the deep dwarves, disgraced, turned back and fled with the remaining dark elves into the depths of the Deep from which they had emerged. A great rumbling occurred then, as passageways began to collapse underneath the ruined city, leaving those that fled in an eternal tomb.
So of those called to defend Mistone, the Crimson Eagles remained the most prominent, quelling several rebellions against the King. They themselves helped rebuild the city once more into its glory. Thus, it is here we honor those that died fighting the forces of evil, and those that survived to bring this city once more into its proper glory."
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