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However, I have uncovered a somewhat implausible
tale. Dwarven legend has it that a young dwarf, one
Horgan of Squire, employed some great magic - often
referred to as the power of Reorx - to lure the oxen away
from the bridge, diverting the fateful charge that would
have ensured the human escape. It is said that this Horgan
wore a tunic embroidered with silver thread, portraying as
its symbol the Great Forge of Reorx. It seems, indeed,
Excellency, that the youth was host to a miracle! Many
accounts have been cited - dwarves who saw the blessing
of Reorx ignite in young Horgan, leading the enemy army
to disaster!
Reports of specifics vary here, Your Grace, but I am
assured that witnesses attested to beams of silvery light
emanating, sometimes from the ground, at other times
from the clouds. Others heard choruses of heavenly voices
- songs that tore the hearts of even stalwart dwarves with
their pure beauty! O Exalted One, it makes me tremble to
think of it!
But, excuse my rambling. In any event, with the failure
of the oxen's charge, the defense of the bridge held and the
human army met its grim fate. Legend has it that the river
was tainted blood red all the way to Istar itself
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