A red and black Sugarmotor logo sits atop a white field of vinyl, a display that hearkens back to the days when Sir Bryanth the Fire-Kissed carried his house banner in the name of Lord Westingham through the treacherous crags of the Northern Pass to lead a charge against Lord Wandear.
After three days of slowly climbing then descending the winding ridges and bluffs, the Bryanth men finally exited the pass. As they did so they entered a narrow field flanked on both sides by the twisting arms of the widening canyon walls.
A battle horn sounded from atop the eastern canyon wall and just then, a barrage of arrows rang down around them. Sir Byranth hailed his men forward, never letting up even as Lord Wandear’s vanguard cried out in fury and began their charge from the southern end of the field.
A clash of metal, flesh, and horses exploded through the canyon and the sound echoed around the battle everywhere, at once in front then behind, causing even the most seasoned veterans to lose their bearing. The battle ensued for what seemed like hours until, high upon the eastern canyon wall, Lord Wandear called his men off.
“A retreat?” thought Sir Bryanth. “How could this be?” There had been no time to count the casualties, but Sir Bryanth had seen some of his best men fall beneath the thunderous blows of broadswords, battle hammers, and axes. They had not been winning this battle.
Then, through the open end of a Baltrox horn, Lord Wandear’s voice resonated off the canyon walls.
“Sir Bryanth, kneel before the Rock of Sugarmotor!”
Sir Bryanth took a moment to look around him. The battle had turned the field into a scarred and burnt desolation. Great men had fallen, others looked at him with eyes that seemed to ask him what they should do. Without another thought, Sir Bryanth pulled an arrow from a fire burning to his left, placed the nock in his bow and let the arrow fly. The force of the flaming arrow drove it straight through Lord Wandear’s mail coif and it was done.
Lord Wandear’s men slowly made their way off the canyon walls and into the mountains beyond. As Sir Bryanth regrouped his men for the long journey home he took a moment to gaze upon the canyon wall where Lord Wandear once stood. There at the field’s eastern edge, just among the first gentle slopes of the canyon wall, was a stone the size of a wagon. It was the Rock of Sugarmotor, untouched and unscathed by the battle, somehow above the fray.
“… and that Suzie, is how Sugarmotor got their name.”
“Thanks Granpa! Now can I go put this sticker on the cat?”