Conquest of the Horde

In a land far, far away, a city lay in ruins. For thousands of miles around, men of all walks could see the smoke from the continually burning city, the sky looked like the end of days. The grass yellowed and died, the trees became nothing. The city was an absolute firestorm, chaos reigned tall and only the hardiest, the most vile beasts could remain even in the area. It took lords of invincibility and valor to live within the burning blaze. As the city burned, a shadow approached from it. The beasts that scowled and scavenged around the city took note, nothing ever left the wall of fire, nothing ever came back after entering. A tall man of strong build was wrapped in a brown poncho shawl, covering his eyes and upper torso. As the beasts ran in fear, Drumgar had entered the fire many moons ago, and now he returned, and the people for miles around heard. He approached the nearest town in the middle of the night, and knocked upon a door. Championmouse opened it, and gasped. She had not seen the stranger for ages. They embraced and he went inside. They talked, and a few minutes later, Championmouse and Drumgar left the town as quietly as they came, now dressed alike. The town talked for days around.

As the two walked, vagabonds and warriors from all around started to rush to their location. As the two Trial warriors were stormed, those who opposed them were cut down. In blazing deserts and high grasslands, they walked until they came upon their destination. A small shack in a tall plains, and they entered in without warning. Quietly, Clovis turned and looked at the two. Without a word, he rose from his position and grabbed his outfitting. At that time they walked again, back into the blazing sun. Platoons of soldiers were to greet them, and only three walked out alive, and all of their opponents were slain. They continued their journey, quietly. They approached a tall castle, and were greeted warmly by the guard posts. They were brought to the King, who stood before them. Krilari nodded, taking a breath. They feasted, spoke and rested for a few days. The fourth joined their journey and off the set. Combat, hell and fire blazed them, but in the end they were victorious.

It was not long before they reached the home of Kretol, whom without warning, attacked. They fought long and hard, nearly losing their spirit, but their values held true. As the red overlord was slain, the four warriors stood, changed in body and in spirit. They stepped to the outside, and shone in the sun, their colors changed and their strengths embolden.
A plaque was held in their honor:

Thanks to the four new GM's of Valor:
Krilari, the Content
Championmouse, the Enforcer
Drumgar, the Enforcer
and
Clovis, the Enforcer.
May your blades stay true!