12 Elient, 1233
This is to remember how we, the faithful guardians, destroyed the tyrant, High Mage Yenejg Togan, thus ending the abominable Rule of the Seventh Arm.
At daybreak with Lathander's blessing, we moved to free the city with just a small army. Led by the loyal knights who gathered with us. A great uprising of the town's population, however, supported our challenge.
The citizens opened the main gate of Silverymoon for us, and we swept like a righteous storm into the streets, bringing down the soldiers of evil. After half a day, the entire town was free, and Yenejg Togan and the remainder of his forces took refuge in his residence. We broke inside before dusk, but every chamber was magically dark and filled with hideous screams and howls of demons. Only the bravest could follow me all the way to the great hall, where the tyrant was waiting for his enemies.
"Who are you, fool?" he asked, pointing his finger at me.
"Helm has decreed that chaos shall not rule here!" was my answer.
Then, the wizard's horrible ally came slithering out from the darkness - a six-armed virago with a serpentine tail. The demon, Penfavasta, attacked us at once, her six hands clutching diverse weapons. The fight was glorious and horrible. All my companions fell before Penfavasta was finally destroyed by the power of Helm. Finally engulfed by holy fire, the writhering and screaming demon was blasted out of existence.
Drained of his power, Yenejg Togan, now little more than a madman, slipped down from his seat like an empty bag, clutching a small object near his chest. He made as if to run, but was swiftly crushed by my ever-watchful bastard sword. The hour of retribution had come.
Between his fingers, I found what was probably Yenejg's most prized possession - an item deeply steeped in the same chaotic sway of the creature depicted on it: Penfavasta, the marilith. With the High Mage's death, the cloak of fear and darkness that hung over his Silverymoon residence was lifted, and a mob of furious people rushed in to loot and destroy everything. Exhausted and grieving over the deaths of my companions, I could do little more than watch how much the reign of the evil wizard had filled every heart with hate and unruly vengeance. The next morning, the body of Yenejg Togan was burned in the same place where his minions had executed so many innocents.
Now, the time has come to restore a just government to this city, with the hope that the tragic days of the Rule of the Seventh Arm are gone forever.
Honor and glory to Helm, the Vigilant One!
Falerjan
© Copyright Maryrita Steinhour, 2002, 2004.