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The horses stood on the rain bent grass, their hooves cutting the turf in clumps as they whine in anticipation. The field settled for a moment; the weight of the unnatural silence was deafening. A clap of loud thunder in the dark sky was their charging horn and it was then that the noise of the colliding bodies rivaled the sounds in the sky. It rang as the men fought, the sounds of metal upon metal and horseflesh against horseflesh filling the air with the saddest melody.
The chaos was long, the campaign lasting well over a day. The men that survived were tired and browbeaten with drying pools of blood lust. The burden of war fell most sharply on the commanders. Captain Nes stood outside his command tent, arms folded over one another as he surveyed what remained of his army. The Queen would be sad at the death toll, (and the Treasurer devastated with cost of re-outfitting replacement men), but the victory will do the Country good. "Alright, Sargent Lak, get a messenger sent off with a report to her Majesty. She'll be eager to hear the news." The Sargent clapped his hand over his chest and turned, trotting off towards the supply wagons.
Three winters ago, a neighboring country declared war, intent on over throwing the government and taking the land of the Dread. After many battles, won and lost, this was the last stand and we had stood. The land of Dread was safe again. But, the war still left them in a hard spot. With the majority of the crops destroyed, winter would be harsh unless the people started planting. Trade routes would be open again, but the politics in the Capital slowed everything down. Still, the people wouldn't have to worry about the war and that always puts spirits up.
The chaos was long, the campaign lasting well over a day. The men that survived were tired and browbeaten with drying pools of blood lust. The burden of war fell most sharply on the commanders. Captain Nes stood outside his command tent, arms folded over one another as he surveyed what remained of his army. The Queen would be sad at the death toll, (and the Treasurer devastated with cost of re-outfitting replacement men), but the victory will do the Country good. "Alright, Sargent Lak, get a messenger sent off with a report to her Majesty. She'll be eager to hear the news." The Sargent clapped his hand over his chest and turned, trotting off towards the supply wagons.
Three winters ago, a neighboring country declared war, intent on over throwing the government and taking the land of the Dread. After many battles, won and lost, this was the last stand and we had stood. The land of Dread was safe again. But, the war still left them in a hard spot. With the majority of the crops destroyed, winter would be harsh unless the people started planting. Trade routes would be open again, but the politics in the Capital slowed everything down. Still, the people wouldn't have to worry about the war and that always puts spirits up.