Deep in the Dungeons of the Dragonlord

By way of torchlight, we travelled for empty and semi-unknown lands, some in fear and some in despair while the majority trusted the experience and the honour of their commander, under the peremptory but clear orders of the Cloaked Conqueror. A wise man he was and as of today he's cried and mourned.

He started from zero when he was a child farmer who work twenty hours a day to support his large family. He was gifted with cleverness, humility, good resistance to the downs of life and with keen physical agility that was hard to see in humans and could be almost considered feline. His strength was not only in his intentions but even in his muscles as he carried alone and with no carts all of the hay bales that he produced for miles a day to go sell those in the markets of the nearby villages.

When another part of his region was colonized by many and more expert farmers that offered him to exchange goods with his family so that he could study to try to obtain more liveable life conditions he decided to move to another town and be trained as an expert traveller but also as a soldier since that position was the most remunerative available. He always had dreamed of exploring the world outside his homeland. That's how he became the man who was admired by his followers, by the people and by those who disliked him.

With the great Ancestral Sword and with no fear he fought in many wars, defeating great numbers of his enemies with grace, force and compassion, becoming the pride of his fellow citizens and of his army which was once the weakest in the entire realm. The rulers were the first to be surprised by the achievements of the commander and of these men, despite all of the wasted efforts of his predecessors to make something out of that ridicule force of fool weaklings.

That young guy accomplished more in the few years he got promoted to the higher ranks than all of those who tried before in the previous decades.

Only that avoided them to disband the army who was now made of valorous and competent men.

The age became dark again and a new menace took foot under the foundation of the rebuilt society he brought the righteous commander and his soldier into the darkness, deep in the dungeons of the Dragonlord, an evil and mischievous ghost who was envious of the wellness and richness of the towns around him opted to create a creeping desire to erase all the things he couldn't obtain with rage, persecution and megalomania.

Through blackest marshes and darkest caverns he started spreading the misfit of his hatred, luring his minions' lair of despair with the promise of fame and gold, as he did when he was the most unreliable, greedy and miserable human alive. He did not learn any lessons from his sudden and brutal death.

But the Conqueror was smarter and sager than him, as he read a tome where the story of his opponent was richly detailed and he already knew how he needed to act to save his town and the ones near it from his threat. With no doubt in his eyes and in his chest, he marched destroying a large number of the ghost's underlings.

Nothing the Wraith King's henchmen could do against his wit, and his army, so that victory was the occurring of a natural consequence more than a problematic battle and with the enemies' bones, one could only craft a rattle.

Inspired by Wraith Knight and the album Deep in the Dungeons of the Dragonlord.