The Death of Morodenithrall

Face to face: Now face to face, Skrolgräd asks his men to hold back. Drawing his sword he charges, thinking himself able to take the dragon Morodenithrall on alone. The dragon is quick and lunges faster than anticipated, knocking skrolgräd to the ground. Quickly he gets up from the floor and screams attack! Skrolgräd: Crushing through my men, the dragon, it moves with ease, like nothing. I stand up and charge once again. Only to be knocked back again. Slashing with my sword. Bodies coated in flame. Where have I brought my men. Surely it won’t end this way. Flashes of light in the caves. Blinding in every way. What devil is wrought upon us. This dragon I can not slay. I swing my sword, A stroke of luck. A limb has been lopped off. I must move quick And take this chance. Before recovery I must advance. Knocked to the floor again! The dragon raises its wings, The wind, it sends me sprawling. My men are dwindling still. I must continue to fight. Slashing with my sword. Bodies coated in flame. Where have I brought my men. Surely it won’t end this way. Flashes of light in the caves. Blinding in every way. What devil is wrought upon us. This dragon I can not slay. Knocked to the floor, Over and over again. Sword strewn from my hand. This day I cannot save. My men have been scattered, Torn asunder, stripped away. The dragon is face to face, It’s breath is putrid and heat washes over me. But just then, One soldier, Rises from the floor. That man, was Farlund Barley Clutching my fallen sword. That man, He pierce the dragon While it was not looking. That man, He slayed the dragon Stealing my glory!