Sir Lancelot du Luc and the treachery of the Goblin horde.
And Lo! The Army of Althainia was sent far to the east,
to make war upon the continent of Arkane and its evil beasts.
A reserve of Althainians from the Goblin City,
marched towards New Thalos singing an awful ditty.
Leaving the the Streets of Althainia empty and numb,
the womenfolk outnumbered the men ten to one.
To the Althainian docks they were meant to head,
so to the road to New Thalos did they tread.
The goblins between Althainia and New Thalos were,
when the army did come to a halt.
And about face they did make at to striking,
their oppressor with an eastern assault.
The Kingdom of Althainia had annexxed the Goblin City,
citing security concerns, and that it wasn't very pretty.
So with much venom and anger did the hoarde,
fall upon the eastern walls with the sword.
The surprise was almost complete,
but bravery and skill stopped the sweep.
The Lord Knight sent forth such rousing rhetoric,
that not a man remained at Gareth Keep.
All of Gareth's finest stood tall there with their Lord,
the sparsely defended wall looking out at the innumerable horde.
The Goblins rushed again to the wall,
and the defenders slowly did start to fall.
The knights of Althainia had to hold on at all costs,
till the reinforcements arrived from New Thalos.
The thin line of knights must stand across,
maintaining the city wall would be lost.
The defenders becoming ever fewer,
to the fury and onslaught from the Goblin sewer.
The fighting raged for days with no peace,
waiting for the required response from the east.
In the Knighthood's darkest hour,
one bloom of Gareth chose to flower.
A goblin assault broke the Althainian line on the wall,
and several of their number slew those standing there in a brawl.
Sir Lancelot du Lac saw the danger to the day,
and without hesitation threw himself into the fray.
None stood around him as he smashed into the enemy line,
and a fine account of himself he held to the swine.
Long was the time that he held the wide breach.
Alone driving back the evil who entered his reach.
By the time the relief came it was too late,
for this hero who had held the cities' fate.
He fell from the wall pierced by spears,
as this had all been seen by his peers.
A great cry went up moved from the example,
and those that remained their strenght made more ample.
A great cloud of dust approached from the east fast,
as the Lords of New Thalos came to the rescue at last.
A braying goblin cry went up loud with despair,
and against the walls once more their captains did bear.
Sir Xybian vanished under the goblin hoarde,
Again the last in the line which he held as he roared.
But sheer volume no feat of skill at arms could endure,
and was carried away to the Althianian sewer.
The last chance for treacherous goblins was past,
and that assault was to be their last.
For the New Thalosian army crushed them into the wall,
and the enemy was routed with casualties small.
Great thanks were give to Gareth for that day,
without her efforts Althainia would have burned away.
But none greater thanks could be given than to du Lac,
who's noble motives show what in many of us lack.
A place in the Chapel of Fallen Heros was he to rest,
amoung Knighthood's most noble, honourable and best.