Lyveria, in times of yore
Knew peace and rest by royal law.
But when the time of Chaos came
With death, distress, unrest and shame,
It stained their souls and rights disclaimed,
Until Rebellion rose...
A dwarven priest was called upon,
Since Wilhelmdale's king was gone -
The Regent sought for Thedan's aid;
With Fallin's spell his mana made
A shield to guard all those who stayed
To fight and stave the horde.
The Mana Warden worked his way
Around the siege and bloody fray.
Though old and weak he once appeared,
With steely eyes and long white beard,
The warden's wise enchantments steered
His people to the fight.
Then Enderbeard, with hand held tight -
Warhammer-wielding - led the fight.
The warden's searing eyes of blue
Had sights on one, for which he knew
That when defeated would strike true,
A blow to end the war.
With piercing strikes, Fallin barged -
His people safe; their foes discharged!
This shield, for kinsfolk, did inspire
Victory, fought from desire.
Cried them all, "For crown and shire!"
And saved young Wilhelmdale.
This priest of fame in one foul stroke
Did crush the skull of Valamoke.
With creatures stunned and plans a-thwart
The Chaos splinters all cut short,
Without one left to give report,
Lifefire saved the day.
I took to the Splinterlands.com challenge this week in creating a "short story, poem, or character backstory that expands on an aspect of the Splinterlands lore."
I utilised creativity to hopefully bring the Mana Warden's famous tale of heroism to life with a fiery passion for OF VALOUR.
I added a character name not previously existing - "VALAMOKE".
In my searching on the Splinterlands lore pages I could not find any Chaos Legion commanders named.
I'm hopeful this is the first one named to make it into official Splinterlands lore.