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Blood, everywhere. Falling from the heavens, sticking to our boots. The corpses of the Gimpatron Alliance crowded the tainted plane. The metallic taste bit my mouth, but I admit, it was better than the fecal stench that had polluted the crowd outside the portal into Fear for the past 15 hours...
Cazic-Thule's shouts boomed across the zone. I remembered the lyrics of an ancient song of slaying sung by bards, “LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR, LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR.” Fearfully, I gripped tight my blessed sword and trudged onward to our camp in the northern mountains of the plane. Less of a camp, and more of a muddy cubby where we would wait to die.
Had I even slept? Barely. Murmurs of specters and the phantoms calls of neckbeards flit through my mind as I had lain back, watching the Fear Portal with one eye open.
But, that did not matter now. The denizens of fear rushed toward our army to protect their master. We put them down. Again, and again. My arms shook and my mouth was dry. Exhausted. The golems came. I watched my comrades die. In his insanity, Kalzuid, the skeletal druid, charged to the foot of Cazic-Thule himself. We picked up the pieces of his his body.
The Gimpatron Alliance could not recover under the horrible onslaught. It was up to us. Or else, Cazic-Thule would unleash a reign of Terror upon Rivervale.
Suddenly, amid the hellish combat, I saw the god of Fear in the distance. An avenue of blood-drenched grass opened between us as though Rallos Zek himself said, “Filbus, go forth and conquer!” I cried out for the clerics to aid me, and robing me in their protective wards, I waded across the battlefield.
The troops gathered behind me. This was our chance!
I took a drink of water. My very last. Harvested from the depths of a bard's boots.
“FOR RIVERVALE!” I cried as I closed the last gap and struck the God of Fear with my blessed blade. A piercing wail smote the air and half of our army fell to the ground, paralyzed by fear. Cazic-Thule had summoned his army.
We exchanged blows, back and forth, pitching against the earth and making mountains in the mud. But, I am a halfling, and Cazic-Thule is a god. When I staggered from a crushing blow, he picked me up and drew me towards his terrible face. I could see the pain of battle in his eyes. He was not invincible.
“Now, for your greatest fear,” Cazic-Thule breathed.
I tensed under his ashen gaze.
“TICKLE TORTURE!” The God of Fear cackled.
As he reached towards me to violate my belly, I cried out. Rallos Zek intervened, and I leaped forward and planted my blade between Cazic-Thule's eyes.
No more, God of Fear, will you plague us! The army of Bregan has defeated you!!