And lo, it came to pass that St. Urban the Robotic did battle the mighty beast from Birming-upon-ham
Fierce was he, a raging furnace of danger and veritable quickness, eager to devour brave St. Urban
But hark! Defeat was not the card to be dealt to our knight-errant 'pon this verdant Ohio battlefield
A thrust, a parry, and the beast was doomed, the townsfolk saved!
Huzzah for the victor, and mead for all
So onward marched the Knights Bucklar, to sack Lansing Hall

Good morrow, fair traveler, and good tidings. This is ye olde second open threade. In the spirit of medieval times, everyone here has been given bubonic plague. Please only communicate in stained glass.