Post by Caerys on Nov 17, 2007 4:36:25 GMT -5
The sun had just started to rise. The newborn light casted away the darkness of the night and revealed something that would even made the most bold men tremble. The sound of thousands of hoofes on sand echoed across the stretched out desert. Hundreds of banners were being hold up high. And one banner was particiular large. On it was a chant written.
We Valenar,
Born From War,
Spillers Of Blood,
Fight With Glory,
Die With Honor,
Conquer All
A countless army of Valenarian Elves were on the march towards the last free city of the Dermun Desert. A month ago a warchief managed something that hasn't been happened for more than a millenium. He united the Valenar Tribes and led them to the path of war. Now the war elves didn't only fought for honor but to conquer. To create a new world order. All the small settlements of Dermun already fell against this vast army and now the last city stands before them. They didn't care waht the city's name was. They only wanted it to be conquered.
Every soldier was mounted. The new warchief rode in front of the new line, starting his speech to spur his soldiers. "My brothers in arms." He started with a loud clear voice. "And my sisters of battle. We now stand before the last bastion that keeps us from complete control of OUR desert and they'll do everything to prevent that from happining. But they will fail! For when they look at us they see death and fear us. They are just children playing soldier. We willl be victourious for we know that our deeds will live on past our own life. We fear nothing! Our ancestors are looking upon us, being filled with pride!
Suddenly the whole army started to sing the chant on an excited tone. Every soldier would give their lives blidly for the new Valenar Empire
We Valenar,
Born From War,
Spillers Of Blood,
Fight With Glory,
Die With Honor,
Conquer All!
The warchief continued his speech. "With those lines the enemy knows that theire time has run out. The bells are toiling for them and they know it. They know their last hours are appoaching. Now! Lets free them of that fear of death and send them to their ancestors!"
The whole army started to roar as one man. And all at the same time they started their charge. Everyone knew what the orders were. Kill only those wielding a weapon because that is honourfull. Every fight must be fought alone so you can test your might. Leave the children, woman and unarmed alone. Killing them is an act of cowardice. Caerys patted the neck of her horse while charging forward and smiled behind her ancestors spirit veil.
We Valenar,
Born From War,
Spillers Of Blood,
Fight With Glory,
Die With Honor,
Conquer All
A countless army of Valenarian Elves were on the march towards the last free city of the Dermun Desert. A month ago a warchief managed something that hasn't been happened for more than a millenium. He united the Valenar Tribes and led them to the path of war. Now the war elves didn't only fought for honor but to conquer. To create a new world order. All the small settlements of Dermun already fell against this vast army and now the last city stands before them. They didn't care waht the city's name was. They only wanted it to be conquered.
Every soldier was mounted. The new warchief rode in front of the new line, starting his speech to spur his soldiers. "My brothers in arms." He started with a loud clear voice. "And my sisters of battle. We now stand before the last bastion that keeps us from complete control of OUR desert and they'll do everything to prevent that from happining. But they will fail! For when they look at us they see death and fear us. They are just children playing soldier. We willl be victourious for we know that our deeds will live on past our own life. We fear nothing! Our ancestors are looking upon us, being filled with pride!
Suddenly the whole army started to sing the chant on an excited tone. Every soldier would give their lives blidly for the new Valenar Empire
We Valenar,
Born From War,
Spillers Of Blood,
Fight With Glory,
Die With Honor,
Conquer All!
The warchief continued his speech. "With those lines the enemy knows that theire time has run out. The bells are toiling for them and they know it. They know their last hours are appoaching. Now! Lets free them of that fear of death and send them to their ancestors!"
The whole army started to roar as one man. And all at the same time they started their charge. Everyone knew what the orders were. Kill only those wielding a weapon because that is honourfull. Every fight must be fought alone so you can test your might. Leave the children, woman and unarmed alone. Killing them is an act of cowardice. Caerys patted the neck of her horse while charging forward and smiled behind her ancestors spirit veil.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.