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The wind howled like a banshee across the fields of Midbote, whipping at my emerald cloak and the banners of House Highvale. I, Aric of Highvale, a knight barely a week into my duty, surveyed the battlefield with a heart pounding like a war drum. Beside me, my Emerald Blades stood ready, their faces grim beneath their helms, their eyes aflame with the fire of righteous fury. Across the field, the monstrous horde writhed and shrieked, a tide of rotting flesh and gleaming bone. To our flanks, the other noble houses of Nothoi arrayed their forces, a tapestry of banners snapping in the gale. I saw the stoic Dametrius, his Dune Titans a wall of iron and grit. To my left, the fiery Solaria led her Howling Mass, their battle cries echoing the wind's mournful song. | The wind howled like a banshee across the fields of Midbote, whipping at my emerald cloak and the banners of House Highvale. I, Aric of Highvale, a knight barely a week into my duty, surveyed the battlefield with a heart pounding like a war drum. Beside me, my Emerald Blades stood ready, their faces grim beneath their helms, their eyes aflame with the fire of righteous fury. Across the field, the monstrous horde writhed and shrieked, a tide of rotting flesh and gleaming bone. To our flanks, the other noble houses of Nothoi arrayed their forces, a tapestry of banners snapping in the gale. I saw the stoic Dametrius, his Dune Titans a wall of iron and grit. To my left, the fiery Solaria led her Howling Mass, their battle cries echoing the wind's mournful song. | ||
"Highvale!" boomed a voice like thunder, and I turned to see Enzio Falconi, Strategos of Nothoi, astride his war | "Highvale!" boomed a voice like thunder, and I turned to see Enzio Falconi, Strategos of Nothoi, astride his war steed. "Your blades are yet to be tested, but I pray their edges are sharp. Today, we reap a grim harvest." | ||
I met his gaze with a steely one of my own. "They are sharp, Strategos," I replied, my voice ringing clear above the din. "And they thirst for the blood of these foul creatures." | I met his gaze with a steely one of my own. "They are sharp, Strategos," I replied, my voice ringing clear above the din. "And they thirst for the blood of these foul creatures." | ||
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A horn blared, a signal lost to the wind's shriek. With a roar, the battle was joined. Archers loosed volleys of arrows, darkening the sky like a flock of vengeful ravens. My Emerald Blades charged, their swords flashing like emerald lightning as they carved a bloody path through the ranks of the undead. The clash of steel on bone, the screams of the dying, the stench of blood and rot - it was a symphony of carnage, a dance of death beneath a leaden sky. I fought with a ferocity born of fear and duty, my blade drinking deep of the enemy's foul essence. | A horn blared, a signal lost to the wind's shriek. With a roar, the battle was joined. Archers loosed volleys of arrows, darkening the sky like a flock of vengeful ravens. My Emerald Blades charged, their swords flashing like emerald lightning as they carved a bloody path through the ranks of the undead. The clash of steel on bone, the screams of the dying, the stench of blood and rot - it was a symphony of carnage, a dance of death beneath a leaden sky. I fought with a ferocity born of fear and duty, my blade drinking deep of the enemy's foul essence. | ||
Hours blurred into a bloody tapestry. We broke the enemy's lines, scattering their monstrous ranks like chaff before the storm. Yet, victory did not come cost free. Though the battle was fierce, our losses were thankfully light. Three of our brave men were wounded - one from each company engaged in the close fighting, an Emerald Blade, a Dune Titan, and a Lightner. The healers would tend to their wounds, and they would hopefully return to the fight stronger than before. As the last of the enemy fled or fell, a hush fell over the battlefield, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the keening of the wind. I looked upon my Emerald Blades, their armor battered, their faces etched with exhaustion, but their spirits unbroken. We had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, our bonds forged in the fires of war. | Hours blurred into a bloody tapestry. We broke the enemy's lines, scattering their monstrous ranks like chaff before the storm. Yet, victory did not come cost-free. Though the battle was fierce, our losses were thankfully light. Three of our brave men were wounded - one from each company engaged in the close fighting, an Emerald Blade, a Dune Titan, and a Lightner. The healers would tend to their wounds, and they would hopefully return to the fight stronger than before. As the last of the enemy fled or fell, a hush fell over the battlefield, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the keening of the wind. I looked upon my Emerald Blades, their armor battered, their faces etched with exhaustion, but their spirits unbroken. We had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, our bonds forged in the fires of war. | ||
The Strategos rode up to me, his face grim but his eyes alight with respect. "Well fought, Highvale," he said, his voice gruff. "Your blades have proven their worth." | The Strategos rode up to me, his face grim but his eyes alight with respect. "Well fought, Highvale," he said, his voice gruff. "Your blades have proven their worth." | ||
I inclined my head in | I inclined my head in acknowledgment. "The honor was mine, Strategos. But the victory belongs to Nothoi, and to the courage of all who fought here today." | ||
The wind whipped at my cloak once more, carrying with it the echoes of battle and the promise of more to come. The road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, but I knew that I would face it with the Emerald Blades at my side, ready to meet any challenge, to defend the realm against the darkness that lurked just beyond the horizon. | The wind whipped at my cloak once more, carrying with it the echoes of battle and the promise of more to come. The road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, but I knew that I would face it with the Emerald Blades at my side, ready to meet any challenge, to defend the realm against the darkness that lurked just beyond the horizon. | ||
''-Firsthand account from Aric Highvale'' | |||
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The wind howled like a banshee across the fields of Midbote, whipping at my emerald cloak and the banners of House Highvale. I, Aric of Highvale, a knight barely a week into my duty, surveyed the battlefield with a heart pounding like a war drum. Beside me, my Emerald Blades stood ready, their faces grim beneath their helms, their eyes aflame with the fire of righteous fury. Across the field, the monstrous horde writhed and shrieked, a tide of rotting flesh and gleaming bone. To our flanks, the other noble houses of Nothoi arrayed their forces, a tapestry of banners snapping in the gale. I saw the stoic Dametrius, his Dune Titans a wall of iron and grit. To my left, the fiery Solaria led her Howling Mass, their battle cries echoing the wind's mournful song.
"Highvale!" boomed a voice like thunder, and I turned to see Enzio Falconi, Strategos of Nothoi, astride his war steed. "Your blades are yet to be tested, but I pray their edges are sharp. Today, we reap a grim harvest."
I met his gaze with a steely one of my own. "They are sharp, Strategos," I replied, my voice ringing clear above the din. "And they thirst for the blood of these foul creatures."
A horn blared, a signal lost to the wind's shriek. With a roar, the battle was joined. Archers loosed volleys of arrows, darkening the sky like a flock of vengeful ravens. My Emerald Blades charged, their swords flashing like emerald lightning as they carved a bloody path through the ranks of the undead. The clash of steel on bone, the screams of the dying, the stench of blood and rot - it was a symphony of carnage, a dance of death beneath a leaden sky. I fought with a ferocity born of fear and duty, my blade drinking deep of the enemy's foul essence.
Hours blurred into a bloody tapestry. We broke the enemy's lines, scattering their monstrous ranks like chaff before the storm. Yet, victory did not come cost-free. Though the battle was fierce, our losses were thankfully light. Three of our brave men were wounded - one from each company engaged in the close fighting, an Emerald Blade, a Dune Titan, and a Lightner. The healers would tend to their wounds, and they would hopefully return to the fight stronger than before. As the last of the enemy fled or fell, a hush fell over the battlefield, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the keening of the wind. I looked upon my Emerald Blades, their armor battered, their faces etched with exhaustion, but their spirits unbroken. We had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, our bonds forged in the fires of war.
The Strategos rode up to me, his face grim but his eyes alight with respect. "Well fought, Highvale," he said, his voice gruff. "Your blades have proven their worth."
I inclined my head in acknowledgment. "The honor was mine, Strategos. But the victory belongs to Nothoi, and to the courage of all who fought here today."
The wind whipped at my cloak once more, carrying with it the echoes of battle and the promise of more to come. The road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, but I knew that I would face it with the Emerald Blades at my side, ready to meet any challenge, to defend the realm against the darkness that lurked just beyond the horizon.
-Firsthand account from Aric Highvale
Battle in Midbote
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