A Lurker Lounge Contest

[Walkiry]

Although unusual, starting from the end of a tale seems mandatory when our brave hero, cornered in a tight spot of the Maggot Lair, was overcoming all adversity by slowly but bravely whacking things with his two swords only to have all his forces vanish from his body, and wonder scant seconds before his death about the distant voices of the gods, clearly cursing and mumbling some incoherent verborrhea about "batteries", "wireless" and "keyboard", which remained a mistery for the few instants that separated those events from his death.

Lanilen the Errant Bard.