[ WP ] `` All is lost ! The enemy is through the gate ! ''

The messenger ran into the room, the look of horror on his face told the story long before he ever spoke. `` All is lost! The enemy is through the gate!'' he shouted. 
 
 King Thomas grabbed his sword. He'd taken the crown only ten years previously, but while a sword will get you a crown and a throne, only loyalty will keep you there. Loyalty of the Southern Lords was something Thomas never had, and those lords had seen the ease with which Thomas had taken the crown, and now they wanted it for themselves. 
 
 Thomas has tried all forms of diplomacy, he'd offered to marry any woman a great Southern Lord had offered him and they refused. He offered gold from the Royal bank and his messages went unanswered. Only in war would he solidify his claim on the throne and now it seemed war was to end his claim upon it, along with his life. 
 
 `` Let's see them break the keep. Since the day I entered these halls and took the throne I've fortified it and strengthened it. For every one of my men that falls twenty of the enemy shall die. If they want this throne they shall pay a terrible price for it.'' 
 
 The sounds of battle echoed in the hallways, swords clashing, men screaming, the noise grew louder and louder, and then came silence and the false hope that came with it. Then the combat returned even louder and more terrible than before. 
 
 The axes fell upon the throne room door. Thomas looked at few men left in his throne room, the final line of defense of his reign. He rose from his throne to speak. 
 
 `` Men. This is our final hour. In these moments the metal of men are tested. This is when'' The words stopped as an arrow ripped through his throat. He collapsed on his throne and laid there as he bled out. He would be known as the Dead King by his enemies for generations after the battle.
