Lord's GauntletsLegend In front of Bourgsable's crenellated ramparts, chaotic hordes threatened to smash into the city's defences. Sire luards voice, commanding the defences, pierced through the pouring rain. His richly decorated armor made him a prime target for his many enemies, but the lord did nothing about it. There he stood his heart noble, his gaze unwavering straight before them, ready to protect his people at the risk of his own life. Nothing would pass his