The brave men of New Hope lined the walls and looked out upon the hordes of foul undead which Baron Wolsner had summoned from the great trench beyond the western woods. The nobles of the city entrusted the weakest section of the walls to the True-hearted Adventurers, the Brother Karak, the stalwart Hirk, the devout Ember, the woodwise Pip, the mysterious Thereistra and the foreigner Ardjuna.
Prince Ardjuna cried out to the men-at-arms on his section of the walls, “Fear ye not! Stand still and see the salvation of the good gods, which they will shew to you to day. For the ghosts and evils ones whom ye have seen to day, ye shall see them again no more for ever!”
Then the battle was joined in earnest as the first wave of skeletal warriors and shambling monsters charged the unfinished portions of the wall.
After those were destroyed, Ardjuna taunted the approaching hosts of reinforcing enemies, “Coem to us, and we will give your bones unto the bowels of the earth, and your souls up unto the fowls of the air.”
Many brave men fell but the wall yet stood unbreached. Then Ardjuna urged on the townsfolk and seamen, “There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of the New Hope, the blessed place of the sanctuary of the New Land. Hope is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved: the gods shall help her, and that right early.”
Terrible abominations now fell upon the defenders: creatures which enveloped men whole within their tainted unboned flesh, yea, even a drake-like beast of such horrific skin. Most of the simple guardsmen were dead by now, save three hardy souls who joined the ranks of the six heroes upon the wall.
Count Dashwood brought word that the army should sally forth and break the circuit of the foe. Ardjuna inspired the newly arrived soldiers thus, “Behold, I dreamed a dream, and, lo, a cake of barley bread tumbled into the host of the enemy, and came unto a tent, and smote it that it fell, and overturned it, that the tent lay along.”
Forthwith the host of the valiant smote through the beleaguering apparitions. Anon the Count gathered the Adventurers to himself and rallied them with a stirring speech, ”....”
Refreshed and strengthened by the example and oratory of Count Dashwood, the magnificent seven and their three newly emboldened comrades charged straight for the van of the enemy where were Baron Wolsner and his most evil lieutenants, of whom the worst was an enormous skeletal dragon. After a close fought fight, the Count in his wisdom destroyed the philactery of the draconic lich and thus destroyed the will which compelled and led the armies of undead.