The Great Deeds of Prelate Hulrun

Note · 20 gp · Weight 2

"Scene 1 Enter Chorus. A century of grief struck Avistan, Sarkoris fell, and the vast Worldwound opened, Thus giving birth to the Abyssal spawn. But then Queen Galfrey, may her life be blessed, Drank the vial, And, as Mendev's shield, led forth the great crusades. And so one hundred years have passed. Iomedae still guides us As we hold the line. And in Kenabres, Prelate Hulrun Wages his war on enemies of state. As long as he remains the law's unyielding keeper, The border city is safe from the demons' claws. {br}Scene 2 A square in Kenabres. Prelate Hulrun stands proud. A guardsman runs over to him. Hulrun: Who goes there? Guardsman: We're doomed, Prelate, doomed! A demon horde surrounds the city walls! Hulrun: Not another word, you craven! Form a unit — we'll fight the beasts and slay them in the name of good! Guardsman: Go outside the walls? I do not seek my death! Hulrun: You heretic! You would betray Kenabres? Die, then! [Hulrun slays the Guardsman.] Hulrun: 'Tis no place for cowards. Iomedae protects us, but fear is fertile soil for cultist filth. [Hulrun exits.] {br}Scene 3 Prelate Hulrun with his unit marches beyond the gates to face the demon horde. Hulrun: Abyssal wretches stand before us. Inquisitor: Here comes a spear! It barely missed you, Prelate! Why take the risk? Hulrun: For years on end I've risked my life against our foe, I do not fear to lose it. Draw your blade, and may the goddess bless us. Go! To battle! Chorus: The Prelate's fire and sword strike true, The endless ranks grow thinner by the minute, as snow in Mendev melts in early spring. The shrieking beasts have scattered 'fore his ire. The Prelate lives — Kenabres will not fall."