Fallen Camrade

[Lord Logan]

With one final check of his pack, Logan made sure he was stocked with regeants and bandaids. Was terrible news he had heard, the mass killings of young warriors and weary travelors. As the new lands of Ilshenar were being explored, many new found perils were being discovered. It seemed a horde of Ophidians had been found in the woods west of Shrine of Valor. A short walk from Empath Abbey to the stables of Yew, Logan unstabled his most trusted friend. Abadon, a mighty beast, the color of freshly driven snow. As he feed his camrade, he spoke calming words to him. "We shall fight for honor today old friend", Logan whispered silently. A slight growl was his only reply. The two made thier way north towards the moongate, once there they stepped through and arrived at Valor. As they began west the sky darkened and the rain began to pour. Finally they reached a bridge, it was exceptionally crafted out of fine white stone, torches burned at the top of towering coloumns. Having reached the other side the terrain became thick, tearing away the underbrush as they made thier way forward. Suddenly Logan's steed rared back on its hind legs and the montrous beast behind him let out a sound that would curdle a dead mans blood. "Be easy" Logan exclaimed. Now he was aware why the pets were acting strange. As he looked Eastward, Snake type creatures moved towards thier location. Lighting up the sky with magic they attacked bloodthirstily. Getting close to Abadon, Logan began to treat his pets wounds, as he retaliated on the slithering deamons. Flesh flew, the ground soon became covered with reptilian corpses. Beating back the first wave and taking time to cure all their wounds, Logan began to feel confident that these evils would be destroyed, but it was not to be so. Silver serpents, Knight Errants, Avengers and alas...the Matriarch reared her head, all making thier way towards them. The wounds soon became to much for Logan to treat, Abadon bowed over, wracked with extreme pain. Frantically Logan tried to cure him, all for not, with a sickening thud the wonderous beast hit the ground. "Nooooo..." Logan shrieked. Having to move swiflty he had no time to remorse, shoving his boots into the thick side of his mount he made his way back to the shrine. He dismounted there, dropped to his knees and wept, vowing that the loss of his friend shall not go unpunished.

[Martok]

Tis sad when a beast that has become a friend dies beside us.  *frowns*  I have lost many a steeds in my day to similar occurances.