Highvale Family/Cedric/Second Battle of Celtiberia
The Celtiberian sun beat down upon my face, a stark contrast to the cool sea breeze of Paisly. This was my second encounter with the monstrous hordes that plagued Celtiberia, the third battle for the Emerald Blades and myself. We were a weary band, the weight of past battles heavy upon our shoulders. Yet, the sight of the D'Hara banners snapping in the wind, a dragon rampant upon a field of gold, instilled a surge of confidence within me. From the ranks of our allies, two figures stood apart. Margrave Harman Prestongreen, wielding the fabled Elemental Blade, its power radiating like a second sun. And Marshal Jack Hart Pryde, the Thrice-Blessed Breastplate gleaming upon his chest, a beacon of defiance against the oncoming darkness. The marshal, ever the tactician, ordered a Fortification Defense. A wise choice, for while the monsters numbered but seven, they were each a nightmare made flesh. Giants of obsidian and shadow, their eyes burned with malevolent intelligence, and their every movement spoke of devastating power. But we, the Emerald Blades, were the tip of the spear, and I led my men forward to meet the monstrous entities.
The first clash was a cacophony of violence. Our blades, hungry for battle, sang their deadly song as they carved through warped flesh and bone. The air grew thick with the metallic tang of blood, a grim counterpoint to the inhuman roars of the monsters. They fought with the desperation of the damned, their monstrous claws tearing into my men, leaving bloody furrows in their armor. Yet, we met their savagery with a controlled fury, each parry a desperate prayer, each riposte a defiant scream. We held. We held as the archers' arrows rained down upon the monsters, a hail of death whistling on the wind. We held as our allies joined the fray, their banners waving in the breeze like the wings of vengeful ravens.
And then, it was over. The monstrous force, once so intimidating, lay broken and scattered. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the silence of death. We had won. The Emerald Blades had once again proven their worth, but at a cost. Six of my brothers lay dead, their laughter and camaraderie forever silenced. As I surveyed the aftermath, a bittersweet victory gnawing at my heart, I knew that this war was far from over. More battles awaited, more tests of our courage and resolve. But for now, we had won a reprieve, a moment of respite before the storm descended once more.
The Emerald Blades would be ready.
-Firsthand account of Cedric Highvale
Battle in Celtiberia
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