Nighthelm/Gul'Dan's Death
| Gul'Dans Demise | |||||||||||
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| Part of The Great Southern War | |||||||||||
 Greater Aenilia advancing upon Nighthelm | |||||||||||
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| Combatants | |||||||||||
| Attackers | Defenders | ||||||||||
| Nighthelm | Greater Aenilia | ||||||||||
| Commanders | |||||||||||
| N/A | Kazuma Shenron | ||||||||||
| Strength | |||||||||||
| 2299 | 9640 | ||||||||||
| Formations | |||||||||||
| N/A | Infantry Charge | ||||||||||
| Casualties | |||||||||||
| The King.... | N/A | ||||||||||
The Dream
Tossing on his bedroll in Azohib, strange visions and dreams race through Fredrick's mind while he sleeps. Visions of troops, a battle in a forest he thinks, but he can't tell yet. The longer he "watches" what's happening, the more clear it becomes. He sees swirls of colour, banners of inidentifiable markings, but only at first...
As things clear up he sees two distinct banners. One he thinks belongs to GA and the other belonging to Nighthelm. As his "dream" continues, the red banners move towards the fortifications in the wooded region which he realizes is Idoal. Seeing his cousin's banners amoung the defenders, he frowns. Why would he be dreaming bout his cousin? Unless....
As he watches, much to his surprise at what he'd do to be first into a battle, his cousin's unit leaves the fortifications and charges straight into the middle of the attacking forces. Arrows fly and men begin to drop everywhere. He can finally make out the vision of Gul'Dan at the front of his unit where he leads the charge straight into the enemy lines. Going for his own blade but realizing it's not there he watches the waves of men connect yet there's no sound of clattering steal, it's eerily silent. What was this damned demon trying to tell him and why did it do it while he was sleeping?
His vision blurs again and he seems to move closer to the battle he thought until he realizes he IN the battle. Franticaly looking around for someon to take out, his eyes lock onto his cousin once again. An arrow moves nearly in slow motion through the air, ripples almost eminating off of it. As it approaches Gul'Dan, everything returns to normal and the arrow flies into his shoulder, taking him back a few steps to be caught by one of his men. Immediately standing back up, he looks down at the arrow and yells out something he can't understand, likely an order. Rushing back into the fight, he takes a few swings with the sword in his good arm until another arrow comes sailing through the air and connects with his stomach, apparently punching a hole through the armour.
Fredrick tries to call to him, to cryout but nothing excapes his mouth. He tries to move closer to him, but his feet won't respond. Helpless, he looks on, trying to reach a hand out to him or push his way through the mass of troops. As he watches, Gul'dan falls to his knees, his sword drops from his hand. Looking down at the blood now spreading across his armour, Gul'Dan pauses a long moment as the battle continues around him, again seemingly in slow motion.
As his gaze returns upwards, his eyes slowly growing more dim as his life slips away, his eyes focus directly on Fredrick. A slightly confused look slips across his face but quickly fades to a small smile. "Fredrick...?" his voice whispers, almost a shout in the otherwise silence around them. Reaching out his hand as if getting to him might help him, their fingers almost touch as Fredrick does the same. Eyes locked, Fredrick strains to touch him, to take his hand and pull him back up. Just as their fingers meet, Gul'Dan's eyes roll back and he falls forward to the ground, never to rise on his own again.
Waking up in a pool of sweat, Fredrick lets out an angry and surprised yell. In the back of his mind he can hear the demon chuckling slightly, but he knows deep down that what he just saw wasn't a dream, but a vision. Had it happened yet? Quickly getting dressed he tossed on his clothing, strapped on his armour and armed himself with a variety of weapons.
Heading out of his tent he shouts loudly over his sleeping men. "Get your asses up! You have 10 minutes to break campt and get yourselves moving for Cutnpaniel! You can sleep when you're dead!"
Taking a look at the other banners around him, knowning that Ziode would want to know, he shakes his head. He had to go alone. Packing his own few belongings and checking again that his men were getting ready, he makes his way towards Cutnipaniel.
