The Final Stand of Nethwigill, High Lord Of The Sunlit Plains

His kingdom in flames around him. But it didnt matter. All that mattered was as many of his subjects and his family were evscuated as could possibly be saved. His honor guard had fought valiently, with the strength and ferocity of a force one-hundred times their size, sufficiently distracting the bulk of the enemy forces so the boats on the other side of the harbor peninsula could set sail for the neighboring kingdom of Halsreth. Now, only he was left. As he adjusted his armor and fastened his sword to his hand with moistened leather straps, he remembered his family, and the lives of the people who now were safely carried away. And he held that memory in his heart as his steed kicked open the doors of the high hall and he rode headlong into the awaiting enemy.