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Osric and Holsley sprinted towards Bonfaaz Burntfur and got there just in time to stop him killing again. He had just knocked Eve unconscious and was about to finish her off when Osric intercepted his killer strike. He brushed Osric aside and stabbed Holsley through his stomach. Holsley struggled to get his breath, and fell to the ground. Osric let out another moan and charged towards the Charr leader, fueled by rage. He struck heavy blows, just as Adelbern had done and so the Charr sneered: “You fight just like your king did, remember what happened to him?” Osric could not understand what he was saying, and there aren’t any different tones in Charr voices, so Osric could not tell anything from that either, but he decided that the Charr was mocking him and charged towards him again. “Laugh while you can Burntfur.” He snarled in return. Osric continued to ‘fight like Adelbern had’ as Burntfur had eloquently put it, and, he like his king lost his balance and fell to the ground. He had lost his grip on his sword, which was now laying a few yards away, so was defenceless and defeated.
Bonfaaz Burntfur held his sword high in the air and brought it down but halted suddenly, his blade hovering centimetres from Osric’s head. Osric looked up and noticed the blade poking through the Charr’s chest. Just as the blood, became to rush through the wound, Burntfur let out a bloodcurdling cry and then a strange, low, gurgle. As he fell, he twisted around and managed to stab his assailant, which was none other than Holsley, who fell once more. Osric crawled over to him and looked over Holsley, who gave him a weak grin. “There,” he spluttered “that wasn’t to hard was it, commander?” he laughed weakly and closed his eyes. “Oh yeah,” he added “goodbye sir, it was an honour serving under you.”
“And it was an honour commanding you.” Osric replied. “Now let’s make sure you don’t die in vain.” And with that he rushed to join the battle.
The battle had been raging for hours and the Charr, not realizing that their leader was dead, and had been for hours, they were slowly gaining the upper hand.
Mhenlo and his friends appeared from over the hill, and Mhenlo called out: “People of Ascalon rejoice, Bonfaaz Burntfur is dead.” A cheer erupted from the remaining Ascalon fighters and their allies, the dwarves. Now it was the other army’s turn to gain the upper hand. They fought on valiantly and the Charr began to flee. The dwarves and humans gave chase and followed them past the ruins of Ascalon City, through the Breach, North of the Wall into the Diessa Lowlands and into Dragon’s Gullet. The Charr tried to run further but were simply too tired, those who stayed and fought were slaughtered by the warriors, those who tried to run were picked off by the Rangers.
The heroes of Ascalon trudged back to the battlefield to recover the bodies of fallen comrades, so they could be buried and mourned properly, as they should have been, for their ultimate sacrifice. The Charr were never seen or heard from again, whether they all died or not is something you have to make your own mind up about because, there is no evidence they survived but there could still be some Charr out there, who knows?
Three Years Later
Ascalon’s image and scenery was slowly returning, once it was a beautiful nation until it was ravaged by the searing and became a barren wasteland. Now the inhabitants had managed to return some of its former glory. The greenery was slowly returning, most of the buildings had been restored and the refugees that were once led by Prince Rurik were returning to their homeland. In the middle of the capital, Ascalon City, there was a memorial dedicated to those who gave their lives to finally defeat the Charr. It depicts 3 deceased heroes, King Adelbern and his son, Prince Rurik, and Captain Adam Holsley, vanquisher of Bonfaaz Burntfur. It has a list of the dead inscribed on it and a poem:
“They died in their hundreds, and they died in their tens,
They died for the women and they died for the men,
They destroyed the evil Charr, ridden with lice
And now they are resting in eternal paradise.”
It does mention also, the soldiers who did not die, but who where all greatly affected. The valiant little group of friends had also been affected, despite all they had been through before, Cynn’s face was now badly scarred, Eve who had witnessed the gruesome death of Adelbern was emotionally scarred, and they now both got along well, without their big arguments. Mhenlo had returned to teaching young monks, and Aidan had gone back to tutoring prospective rangers. All was well and the future looked bright for the ever improving Ascalon…
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