“An Accounting of the Exploits of the Pride of Liúnár: Game 2
Chronicled by Sír the Wise

As self-appointed sage chronicling our journeys beyond the safe haven of Liúnár my duty is to record an un-biased first-hand accounting for posterity’s sake, no matter how unseemly the accounting may be.

The Pride of Liúnár, for the first time, experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows today on the Borosian pitch.

Firstly the Pride emerged victorious versus the beasts of the Harmony Decree. The victory came mostly thanks to a fortuitous run in with an Blood Bowl mercenary and exiled elf known as Eldril Sidewinder and a worth-his-weight-in-gold wizard we hired pre-game who laid down a terrifying fireball in the 1st half which when the smoke cleared had three singed beastmen tending their burns on the sideline. (Sidenote: I’m not sure how a fireball can gouge one’s eye, but I am most sure it cannot feel pleasant) The resulting scrum resulted in a score for Harmony Decree but the points came early enough in the half for the Pride to quickly knot the game heading into halftime. The second half had the Pride receiving the kickoff and with the man advantage, even against the might of the Harmony decree, we had little trouble matriculating our way down the field for the win. Duva the Trickster won a well-deserved MVP award for her fist half touchdown and the experience of the match honed her hand-to-hand combat (Wrestle). Esgal the Brazen scored the winning touchdown and after the match learned a few new strikes from a grizzled veteran whom he bought the drinks for at the pub (Block).

Secondly the Pride of Liúnár must say farewell to one of our own. Tri the Shadow, Tri’suvár Valsunáde, began his journey to the Netherlands late in the 1st half after receiving a vicious blow from a Decree fanatic. Our long, nigh on immortal lives, leave us unaccustomed to the pain found from the loss of a brother. We were told time and again that this day would come but I now realize that neither I nor my brothers truly believed it would happen to one of us. We now know better.

So a night that should be filled with joyous feasting, celebrating our initial triumph. Instead finds us somber and grieving, reflecting on the life that was lived and lost. Words of wisdom did come from perhaps the least likely of us as Nin the Younger spoke:

“We left our home to seek adventure, to discover glory for ourselves and for our homeland. This is a task for which each and every one of us would brave an unexpected journey to the Netherlands to accomplish. Tri knew this; he believed this to the very core of his being. So instead of losing ourselves in grief for a life cut short, let us revel in a life well life lived in pursuit of a dream worth dying for!”

The tenor of the night has changed, from the pallor of sadness to a steadfast and hearty gathering of souls drinking to a life well lived and a dream worth dying for.

Honor calls to strike our foes.
Honor calls to strike from home.
Honor calls to strike with might.
Like lightning furious and bright!
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