[Intro] [Narrator] Black Hollow Chapel… half-buried beneath storm and snow. A forgotten sanctuary beside the old western road. Tonight… it became a gathering place for the hunted. [Narrator] One by one… the riders arrived through the darkness. Wounded soldiers. Broken survivors. Warriors carrying ghosts behind their eyes. [Dwarf Hero] This place smells worse than a goblin grave. [Rogue Hero] Then you’ll feel right at home. [Narrator] For the first time in many days… someone actually laughed. [Narrator] The fire burned low inside the ruined chapel. Steel rested beside wet cloaks. Old scars caught flickering candlelight. And slowly… the stories began. [Knight Hero] Northpoint burned for three days. I watched mothers throw children into the harbor… trying to escape the fires. Nobody came. [Narrator] Silence answered him. Even the storm outside seemed to weaken. [Cleric Hero] Iceflow wasn’t any better. The Githyanki chained survivors together like livestock. Anyone who resisted… lost their head. [Dwarf Hero] Aye. I saw it too. [Narrator] The dwarf tightened his grip around his warhammer. The leather handle creaked beneath his hand. [Dwarf Hero] They burned my brother alive inside our forge hall. [Narrator] No one spoke after that. [Rogue Hero] Then we kill every last one of them. [Knight Hero] That takes more than anger. [Rogue Hero] Good. I brought plenty of steel too. [Narrator] Outside… horses suddenly screamed. Then came the arrows. [Rider] AMBUSH!! [Narrator] Black-fletched arrows crashed through chapel windows. One rider dropped instantly with a shaft buried through his throat. The storm exploded with silver armor and spider shrieks. [Githyanki War Cry] [Narrator] Spider Riders charged from the darkness. Void Assassins vaulted broken walls. And from the hill beyond the graveyard… psychic fire lit the storm blue. [Knight Hero] SHIELDS UP!! [Narrator] The knight slammed into the doorway as two raiders crashed against him. Steel screamed across steel. A spear punched through his shoulder… but he held the entrance anyway. [Knight Hero] MOVE! GET THE HEALER OUT! [Cleric Hero] Not without you! [Narrator] Golden light erupted from her hands. The knight gasped as torn flesh closed beneath the blood. [Dwarf Hero] HAH! NOW WE FIGHT! [Massive Riff] [Narrator] The dwarf charged into the graveyard like a battering ram. His warhammer shattered a spider rider completely from the saddle. Bone exploded across frozen stone. Another raider lunged— The dwarf caught him by the throat… and hurled him through a chapel window. [Dwarf Hero] FOR ICEFLOW!! [Chorus] FOR NORTHPOINT! FOR THE FALLEN! FOR EVERY WALL THAT COULD NOT STAND! FOR THE BROKEN! FOR THE BURNED! WE TAKE THEIR BLOOD WITH IRON HANDS! [Narrator] A psychic blast erupted through the chapel. Candles exploded. Stone cracked apart. The rogue vanished into smoke— then reappeared behind a Githyanki assassin. [Rogue Hero] Wrong shadow. [Narrator] Twin daggers slid beneath silver armor. The assassin collapsed choking black blood. [Cleric Hero] MORE ARE COMING! [Narrator] She was right. Shapes moved through the blizzard beyond the graveyard. Too many. Far too many. [Knight Hero: commanding voice] Then we hold here! If this chapel falls… the road south dies with us! [Narrator] The knight dropped to one knee as blood poured from shattered armor. Spider Riders climbed across the chapel walls. Even the dwarf began falling backward beneath the assault. Fear crept through the ruined sanctuary. [Knight Hero] YOU WANT REVENGE?! THEN LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO TAKE IT! [Narrator] The words struck harder than steel. The riders roared together and charged back into the storm. The knight’s shield locked beside the dwarf’s hammer. The rogue moved between them like living shadow. Every strike protected another rider. For the first time since the war began… none of them fought alone. [Dwarf Hero] FOR WESTMAR!! [Rogue Hero] FOR NORTHPOINT!! [Final Build] [Narrator] The Githyanki charged again. Spider legs smashed through shattered doors. Steel collided beneath thunder. Blood covered the altar stones. And in the middle of the storm… the Six Riders finally became brothers and sisters of war. [Final Chorus] FOR WESTMAR! FOR VALORN! WE STAND TOGETHER THROUGH THE STORM! NO FEAR LEFT! NO ROAD TO RUN! WE FIGHT AS ONE UNTIL WE’RE DONE! WHEN TYRANTS RISE AND KINGDOMS FALL THE LAST TRUE HEROES ANSWER CALL! [Outro] [Soft Rain] [Narrator] By sunrise… Black Hollow Chapel still stood. Barely. And the road to Valorn remained alive another day.
