pitch #10

The knights of solamnia make a final stand. The dragon armies are gearing up into full force for the final, fatal blow. Sturm gazes at three dragons and their riders, his death is inevitable, but he needs to buy Laurana time. Perhaps his life will now mean something. The cold glass of the dragon orb is freezing to the touch but Laurana grasps it and spends all of her energy attempeting to control it. There is nothing more to do. The armies scatter as the orbs power is unleashed. There is still hope to save this dieing world. A procession is held for the fallen, their faces and hearts, solemn, unyielding. At least they now know peace. In the midst of great evil, good will always be there to put up a fight, clash blades and stare into the eyes of the enemy.