Session 7: Sing, Goddess, of the Genocide of Goblins

General Summary

RAGE:
Sing, Goddess, of the rage of Meepo, son of Deepo,
Black and murderous, that cost the Witterwail Goblins
Incalculable pain, pitched countless souls
Of cowards into the Abyss' dark,
And left their bodies to rot as feasts
For dogs and birds, as Calcryx' will was done.
Begin, Goddess, with the clash between Durnn--
The Goblin warlord--and dragonkeeper Meepo.

Which of the immortals set these two
at each other's throats?
Magyubliyet
god of the puny Witterwails, offended
by the keeping of the Citadel. Meepo had dishonored
the Face of Void, Magyubliyet's priest, so the god
struck the Kobold den with disaster,
and Calcryx was taken from us.

As found inscribed in the Sunless Citadel, Stone 1, Verse 1, Line 1-7: The Rage of Meepo, son of Deepo.

The Honorable Warriors, following Meepo, son of Deepo, continued traversing the black depths of the Citadel without Sun, ever dark in its earthly grave. A corpse laid sprawled upon the ground, and Meepo, son of Deepo, ordained his warriors to take that what they need. The corpse, itself, identified by a band of stained gold, belonged to that of Karakas, adventurer of old, fallen before Guthash, the Bloated One, Mother of Rats. Onward, then, went Oda the Still, her mind beset by one goal, to return the White Death to its rightful home.
Then, Goddess, sing to us of how Meepo, son of Deepo, met the Witterwail Goblins. The battle was daunting, both warriors circling endlessly, yet it was not a battle of swords for between them stood the walls of the Witterwail. Wits, as sharp as a blade's edge, were slashed high and low, yet Meepo, son of Deepo, parried one and all with endless wit. The walls of the Witterwail, high and tall, proved impenetrable, and the ground saw black with cold death, iron spikes buried deep. It was here that Meepo, son of Deepo, first laid eyes upon Durnn, Chief of the Witterwail, looking down from upon the impenetrable walls. Meepo, son of Deepo, in legendary rage, set forth to cross the fields of iron, but was held back by divine intervention, his Honourable Warriors guiding the Keeper of Dragons to a hidden path, back around the Witterwail Goblins and past their impenetrable walls and fields of iron.
Meepo, son of Deepo came upon a single watch post, and blood blossomed in the darkness. Bear, Taker of Heads, strode in upon a tide of death, leaving endless corpses in her wake, safe one. Woe, oh Goddess, to Erkelgr, son of Murk, for his life is chained to that visage of death, linked to that fel axe forevermore, sanctified in blood freely spilled. Broken of spirit, Erkelgr, son of Murk, spoke of Calcryx, the White Death and its imprisonment through ancient magics. Meepo, son of Deepo and his Honourable Warriors, upon hearing these woeful words, set forth to deliver death and return Calcryx, the White Death. And death, oh goddess, it was found. The floor of the citadel coloured a crimson red as rivers of blood flowed between mountains of corpses. The rage of Meepo, son of Deepo, flowed freely that day, chaining the souls of endless hordes of Witterwail goblins, even bringing forth the deepest darkness as if through magic itself.
And amidst their fight they found Calcryx, the White Death. The mighty ancient dragon, having freed itself from its foul prison, was biding its time to strike. Upon hearing the rage of Meepo, son of Deepo, fighting an onslaught of Witterwail, endlessly pouring out of the darkness, it struck true with all of its power. But, oh Goddess, fate is often cruel. As Calcryx, the White Death set loose its icy breath, it was Meepo, son of Deepo that was amid its icy rage, standing his ground to guard those he held dear. As torrents ran down the cheeks of his Mightiest Warriors stood behind him, Meepo, son of Deepo braved the eternal cold that devoured the endless horde, freezing all that it touched. Yet it was Meepo, son of Deepo, of whom the spark of fire in his eyes went out last, though yet evermore stands victorious upon a mountain of Witterwail corpses, eternally vigilant under Calcryx, the White Death's blessing.
Though stricken with grief, the Dragonkeepers fought on against the remaining forces in this field of frozen death, rallied to avenge their great leader and to return Calcryx, the White Death, to its devout followers. It is then that Durnn, Warchief of the Witterwail, having seen the honour and the fall of Meepo, son of Deepo, knew that they stood no change, not even with the aid of the Face of Void and immortal Maglubiyet. And so it was, immortal, that he saw the wrongs of his ways and raised his voice above the clamor of the battlefield and called out for parlay.

^{The events on the fateful day as recorded on Stone XXVII, Verse 31: the Death of Meepo, as summarized.}