Top right EJM - "Soandso's account"
Behind the wailing mountains lies a slumbering hero woken by an unearthly wail.
From out of the shadows comes the phantom assassin, brought up by the sisters of the veil.
Bloodseekers intent is the thrill of the hunt, while the anti-mage jumps out in front.
Rising to meet them from the sands themselves, a king among men, or mostly arachnids.
Some watch the battle, checking their odds, checking their chances.
Some hide on the outskirts, looking over their shoulders with fearful glances.
Not our heroes though, no not them. They charge into battle, like the bastard child Sven.
Cleaving his way through all the lessers of foes, Warcries rind out and storm hammers fall, then
Finishes them off with the grace of the gods, unwanted but given to beat the odds.
Here ya go.