2023-02-01 19:20:30"I will speak." king Lauihnio replied. Lord Garthine Polion then leaned on the balcony and motioned for one of the drill guides to step forward. he said some words to him which made him nod continuously. when he was done whispering the drill guide moved towards the soldiers.
"Halt! you bastards halt!" he bellowed "fifty men ten columns ten units at attention before your king!" the five hundred soldiers who were skirmishing held down their wooden swords and quickly arranged themselves in an orderly manner according to the instructions of the captain.Standing at attention chest out and chin up coupled with a confident look the soldiers appeared gallant eagerly awaiting for their king to speak."The stage is yours my king." Lord Garthine Polion bowed and took some paces backwards to let king Lauihnio seize the moment. with all eyes on king Lauihnio he peered upon the soldiers admiring how gallant they looked on their bronze bracers and already wet subligaculum as a result of the enormous sweat that signified the grand effort they put while practicing their drills."Greetings brave soldiers of Bauthinia!" he bellowed. "first I must say that I am pleased at fact that you all seem to give your all hereby taking your drill sessions very seriously - I also find it comforting that you soldiers appear to be gallant even with the news of king Brothlander approaching our lands." he paused to clear his throat. "yes it is bad news, yes this is going to be the first time an army would step foot on our lands with the aim of annexing it, taking over our fertile lands and rich natural deposits, yes this is the first time in a hundred years some bastard is going to step on these lands with the aim of spitting upon our throne our symbol of authority as Bauthinians upon this lands that was given to us by the great Oridon in his wisdom and kindness, yes this is the first time in a hundred years that some bastards with smelly corks would step on these lands to take our beautiful women ravage them day by day and send our children into slavery - yes there are rumors of greed as the motivating factor for my participation in the joint campaign but I swear by Oridon's mace it was for the good of my subjects both military and civilian. now with fear and uncertainty trying to break the walls of our hearts to make us shiver and surrender to the Quanians without them raising up their swords should we let our guard down mentally - we have fought these bastards before and we beat them, we fed the flesh of their comrades to the vultures, crows and hyenas. gallant soldiers of Bauthinia let me ask you if we have done that before can't we do it again.""YES WE CAN!" the soldiers echoed loudly."If we have made them abandon their homes, their wives and children for their own lives can we do that again now they wish to trouble us I our own lands!""YES WE CAN!""Then I implore you great soldiers not to be weary, they may think they have men, but the men they call warriors have no guts, they are just a bunch of weaklings with a sword and shield and with one swing of our xiphos blessed by Heykzan our god of war they will crack to pieces with fear and trembling!"There was a loud cheer among the soldiers whose spirits were lifted up at the speech of king Lauihnio. after some time king Lauihnio motioned for the men to be calm. "Great soldiers of Bauthinia I Implore you do not ever and I repeat do not ever make the mistake of waking up each day getting worried about the incoming weakling army of king Brothlander but I want you to get up each day eager to shed their crimson blood, eager to hold their severed heads in your hands, eager to spill their guts, pluck out their eyes, plunder their possessions, drink their blood and eat their flesh if you so desire!" the soldiers and their captains cheered loudly with extremely high spirits. "Now there may be news of spies in our lands, but I tell you soldiers we will get them and when we get them you all would have the privilege to beat them to death with your hands, clubs and feet, keep up the good spirit my soldiers and I promise you we will successfully defend our kingdom." The cheers continued shortly after with some of the soldiers started jamming their wooden swords on their shields. "ALL HAIL THE KING! ALL HAIL THE KING!" they echoed in joy feeling better than how they were before king Lauihnio's speech.Lord Garthine Polion smiled satisfactorily at King Lauihnio and nodded towards him pleased at his speech that lifted the spirit of the soldiers including that of his. "follow me I need to see my uncle now." king Lauihnio moved away from the balcony with Lord Garthine Polion following him."What?""You heard me right, I am going to see my uncle?" king Lauihnio said dryly. Lord Garthine Polion chuckled. "which one?" king Lauihnio put up a grimacing look at Lord Garthine Polion. "Lord Mordian of course which other uncle do I have.""Wait you mean you want to meet that schemer of a man that tried to take your life, that tried to take your throne." Lord Garthine Polion looked confused as they walked down the walkway of the Garrison. "Do you think this is wise? - what do you want from him, anyway I am still surprised till this day why his head is not on a spike." the king was silent hereby ignoring Lord Garthine Polion. Lord Garthine Polion noticed king was ignoring him then he stepped in front of him halting his movement. "My king with all due respect what do you want from this man, with how crafty he can be who knows he might have spread a trap there and with you so eager to meet him who knows he might be drawing you to him with dark magic - you have done enough today you have lifted the spirits of your men including mine, let us go back to the palace and attend to other pressing matters there and if possible rest our bodies or even find pleasure in the bossoms of our wives clearing our heads of all this for a moment."King Lauihnio looked coldly at Lord Garthine Polion. "with the security of my people at stake I do not care about rest, I need to find all the help I can get even from a foe - I need answers from him and he may have an ambition to sit on my throne but I tell you he is a man that would certainly give his life for his country when it is required of him to do so."
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Epilogue:Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers. The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight. Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under. His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava. The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch. Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste
SHADOWS OF DOUBT: BENEVOLENCE IN QUESTION
"In times of war, there must be consequences for actions taken," Bongan Rodbar's voice carried an air of authority as he addressed the captive commander. "You are responsible for the pain and suffering this invasion has brought upon these lands. And now, you must face the consequences.""I was carrying out my orders!" The chief commander replied coldly, with a malevolent look at Bongan Rodbar.Bongan Rodbar turned to Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust, his eyes steady. "Gentlemen, as a symbol of justice and retribution, one of you may choose to deliver the final blow. The choice is yours."A heavy silence hung in the air as Lord Barthine Loust exchanged a contemplative look with Lord Mordian. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Lord Barthine Loust unfastened his own sword from his side and stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lord Mordian."Lord Mordian," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity, "it is you who deserves this chance. For all you have done, and for what yo
UNEXPECTED IDENTITY
As the dust began to settle on the battlefield, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust exchanged weary yet triumphant glances. The unexpected intervention of the Elerian warriors had turned the tide of battle in their favor, saving Prodloust from the clutches of Quanian annexation.Amidst the aftermath of the chaotic struggle, a presence drew their attention. Among the Elerian horsemen, a mounted soldier stood out, his demeanor exuding an air of command and authority. Even from a distance, it was clear that he was the leader of this formidable force, and his presence was a beacon of hope and strength.As the Bauthinian soldiers continued to regroup, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust's eyes were drawn to the mounted leader. His attire spoke of his status and prowess. He wore intricately designed chain mail that gleamed even in the dim moonlight, each link a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. His helmet was a work of art in itself, adorned with elegant
RENEWED VALOR TRIUMPH
With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 7
Amidst the chaos, the spectral warriors led by Lord Barthine Loust and Gorloth charged into the heart of the Quanian forces with an otherworldly ferocity. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance as they clashed with the enemy, cutting through the Quanian soldiers with unmatched skill and precision. The Bauthinian foot soldiers, who had been struggling earlier, were awestruck and filled with renewed hope as they witnessed the terrifying warriors with their haunting helmets fighting on their side.Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, the Bauthinian soldiers couldn't believe their eyes. "Who are these warriors and why do they wear such haunting helmets?" one soldier exclaimed in disbelief. Another shouted, "We're not alone! They should be mercenaries hired by Lord Barthine Loust to help us defend our city!" The sight of these fearsome warriors turned the tide of morale, igniting a newfound fire within the Bauthinian ranks.Gorloth, with his long sword and battleaxe,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 6
Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the
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