(In Cerdan, a lightly purple skinned woman emerges from the curtain beside the podium. She is well put together, her hair and robes impeccable. Her face, while some would say attractive, hold a statuesque quality that some find slightly off putting. She clears her throat, and places her hands on the podium.)
Ladies and gentlemen, I am Lhankor Trasolacre, a commander of the Silver Talon. I have been chosen today to speak to you all about a hero. A dwarf, who when faced with adversity, given a near impossible task, not only rose to the occasion, but surpassed all expectation.
I bring news! There was a great dracolich that threatened us all in the First Work! Many have heard of her now. Agoritha the Death Wing, Agoritha of the Infinite Brood. Agoritha, the VANQUISHED!
(Lhankor raises her hands in triumph)
She is slain! Thrown into the very depths of chaos itself! But this victory comes at a cost, as all battles do. A great dwarf, Kildrak Stoneheart, sacrificed himself. I have heard from his party, of his deeds. I heard from a runepriest of Kord that he stood next to Kildrak as the great dragon roared and threatened to breathe necrotic shadows on all who threatened her. Kildrak, who wielded the Hammer of Thunderbolts itself, did not hesitate. He did not falter. He raised his hammer, and threw himself at the enemy. He followed his foe into the Chaos itself, ensuring that his sacrifice would utterly destroy the ancient dragon.
(She pauses for a second, and rearranges her face to look slightly troubled)
I was not picked to speak to you today because of my rank. I was chosen to speak today because I knew Kildrak Stoneheart. I was part of his Company for a time. We accomplished many things, including the arrest of Gyyrune. Since then, the situation is deteriorating. Plague in Cerdan, unrest in Tyrn. The Baron Varsod threatens all. I knew Kildrak Stoneheart. He did not waver, he did not hesitate to act in the name of justice. He would not be idle now. He would take out his mug, drink to victory, and then obtain it!
(Lhankor raises a mug of ale up.)
This is to Kildrak, my old friend! This is the way he would want to be remembered!
(Lhankor takes a long sip. For an instant, a grimace crosses her face, but is gone so fast few even notice it.)
I knew Kildrak Stoneheart. I know what he would do right now! I am here to announce today that we are forming a new divison of the Talons, the Stonehearts! (She raises a shield, emblazoned with a stylized hammer, replete with thunderbolts striking it.) They, much like the man himself, will be our shield. They will be our hammer. They will not stop, they will not let Tyrn and whatever nefarious allies they have destroy us. They will lead us to victory, just like Kildrak himself did, and they will sacrifice themselves to do it if necessary, because with the Platinum Dragon behind us, we know that our cause is righteous!
(She raises her arms again, and hefts a large warhammer above her head. A flock of silver eagles fly overhead, all bedecked in glowing armor bearing the Stoneheart insignia. A ripple passes through the crowd, and roars and cheers erupt.)
Will you join us? Will you cower in the face of destruction, or will you, like Kildrak, seize the opportunity and fight? I know you will make the right decision!
(Lhankor leaves the stage.)
(In her private quarters, Lhankor puts the prop hammer on her desk. She sighs, looks into the lone candle in the room, and for a few seconds, lets her face soften and show a bit of remorse.)
I know we didn’t always look eye to eye, Kildrak, but someone needed to be the blunt instrument, and someone needed to see the long game.
(Her face hardens into resolve once again.)
It’s a shame you died, but in a way, probably for the best. After all, nothing motivates the rabble like a martyr.
(She pulls out a page of parchment, and begins to write. After all, wars are fought and won on good publicity, and Lhankor is good at good publicity.)