Melhed/Library/Battle at the Bridge of Lastfell

The Diamons invaded the Northlands. On the approach of the Diamons hoards the Melites abandoned their farmsteads and moved into Agyr. Garrisons were posted. In some sections of the city walls seemed sufficant protection, though the defences remained vunerable to attaacks. Agyr needed more time to mount its defences. If the Diamons had reached the city, they would have surely overtaken its defenders, had it not been for the courage of one man, One Rogala - that great patrician whom the fortune of Melhed gave to be her shield on that day of peril.

One was on gaurd at the bridge near Lastfell when the town fell to a sudden attack from the Diamon hoards. Only a small bridge stood between Agyr and total destruction. The Diamon hoards came pouring through the forests, while the melite troops, throwing down their arms, were behaving more like an undisciplined rabble than a trained fighting force.

One acted with swiftness: he proudly took his stand at the mouth of the bridge. Sword and shield ready for action, he prepared himself for close combat, one man aginst an army. He intended to buy his comrades time to collapes the bridge. The advancing Diamons paused in sheer ashtonisment and confusion at the sight of such reckless courage.

Two other men, both senators with outstanding military records, were ashamed to have abandoned One, and with their support he won through the frist few minutes of desperate danger. Soon, however, he forced them to save themselves and leave him; for little was now left of the bridge, and the demolition teams were calling them back before it was too late.

Once more One stood alone; with defience in his eyes he confronted the Diamon monstrosities, slewing one after the other in single combat. For a while they hung back, each waiting for their neighbour to make the frist move, until cowardice at the unequal battle drove them into action, and with a feirce cry they hurled Diamon fire at the solitary figure which barred their way.

One deflected the missles with his shield, and resolute as ever, held his ground. The Diamon hoard moved forward, and would surely have overcome him by the weight of sheer numbers alone, but their advance was halted by the crash of the falling bridge and the simultaneous cheers of triumph from the Melite soldiers who had done their work in time. The Diamons could only stare in bewilderment as One, with a prayer to the Old Gods to bless him, and the diamon fire which fell thick about him, safely arrived to the other side where his friends greeted him with cries of joy. It was a noble piece of work, legendary maybe, but destined to be celebrated through the years to come.