Once upon a time, in a city of gold named Aurdinas, there were four empires battling for territory, riches, and glory. A dragon had invaded the prosperous city and set it ablaze, garnering the attention of the four empires of Ombrella, the Amphibious Dwellers' Realm, the Frostkracken Empire, and greatest of all, Zyarhelm.Our great Jarl Zyardran and her faithful warriors were able to slay the dragon, with only minor help from the other three empires.
Zyardran's soldiers, several dozens of infantry and some wealthy enough to ride as horsemen, took a voyage of countless miles north, encountering spiders with venom as toxic as a deathstalker and beasts with stings of Cannon Ants, to the Aurdinas Mountain Range on the border of Aurdinas and Zyarhelm.
Our scribes, with vocabulary as sharp as Zyardran's blade, and enchanters, with spells potent as the dragon's flames, described the battlefield as burning fast and the other empires' soldiers as burning lives.
On the long distant roads so far away from home, our army arrived to see a destroyed town. Not even one of our soldiers was phased by such flames or gusts, as the dragon's inferno was pierced by our unbroken souls. As many as 250 bodies lay on the accursed wasteland, for the dragon's claws, fangs, fire. and blasts of wind were devastating to even our army. Some of our scribes and wizards pulled back to ensure our army, especially our Jarl, Zyardran, retained glory; these scribes and wizards requested formal aid from other bards and even traveled through time to create unwavering verses of our ardent struggle...
(Where it says "Our only master with fire and fury of hell will see his bidding done", replace "Our only master" with Zyardran and "his" with her.)
Zyardran showed her cunning by devising an ingenious plan to trap the dragon in the ground, having archers as backup. Caught off guard, the dragon was trapped, helpless, all it could do was breathe what little fire it could and lash at the closer soldiers. The battle was long and hard, as many warriors have died to the dragon, despite our armor of diamond and organic plastic. The blades and arrows of Demise pierced the rough hide the dragon bore, and other soldiers crippled what was under the Dragon Hide. Zyardran drew the final blow with her blade of solid fire, creating a hypernova of destruction that ripped through the land in a spectacular quake.
Through the tribulations they have faced, Zyardran's army of few pulled through. However, Zyardran and her followers did not exclusively care about unparalleled fighting spirit, but also cared for the injured, yet still alive members of the other empires. Her diplomacy allowed the four empires to become allies. Our Jarl Zyardran personally greeted her soldiers, and with a hug she left her soldiers to do what they will, even giving them a portion of the gold. With her newfound riches, she ordered four memorials, built and crafted entirely out of gold, showing her selflessness. All of the memorials were 3 meters high, and the names of the 6 elites in each army were engraved in the valuable stones. Engraved in our memorial was:
Pyrocloaks of ZyarhelmJarl of Zyarhelm and Most Exemplary Ruler of the Era: Zyardran.
Lord of Mosaic Art and He Who Sculpted Deities: DoctorC.
Crusader of Legends and Gladiator Extraordinaire: kirbylover314.
Enchanter and Enchanted, Spellcaster of Twilight: dawn_to_dusk.
Writer of Letters, Name of Numbers, and Bender of Quanta: 1011686.
Jack of All Trades, Master of None, and Personality of Many: ValerianFlame.
These warriors are held in the highest regard for slaying the dragon.
Zyardran served the rest of her life as Queen of Zyarhelm, but to this day, the Jarl's eminence lives on...
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