"The king;s madness had overtaken him, and in desperation he had tapped into eldritch forces that few dared to tamper with. He was a lich, voluntarily giving up his life essence to animate his body with sorcerous dark magic. No one had known the king was a wizard, and certainly no one expected him to be this powerful!"

"While our forces battled new abominations, demons and undead dragged from the pits of Hell itself, we fought the evil king. For fifteen hours we fought him, sword and shield and faith against staff and spell and hate. Tyr came to us, granting us His blessings. He helped us ignore wounds, heal injuries, and protected us from the darkest and most corrupting powers.

"The tide turned when we approached as one, and we all called upon the greatest power any good of light can grant a champion: the power to Smite Evil. With echoing cries, we swung our blades, where steel met undead flesh! There was a flash of light, a scream of anguish from the king, and the war was over. His mad reign was ended, and his kingdom done with."