- Jun 7, 2020
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T H E B L O O D I E D R I V E R
While our races may be different, remember the cruelties of our nations; A life, or grudge forever remembered.
They yelled cruel obscenities onto our citizens, forcing them out of the Ascari mine. Our land, the land where our people earned their living. Innocent and warless citizens who sought no blood, merely a chance to live well. They spat on our gate, insulting and hurling naught but rage-filled phrases with no purpose.
We rallied our men, our purpose in mind; We did not seek blood nor coin, merely the acceptance of apologies or the relations of the two nations not to falter. We did not wish to fight. We wanted an apology for the people that they insulted, so that their honour was intact. They granted nothing but the same; Insults and words ridden in rage -- Alas, the queen didn’t forget her people. She was a giving beacon who sought to protect her kin.
The Ascari marched off to leave, not acting in blood-lust but in a silence yearning to not endanger the citizens of Vlachia.
The Vlachians, however, followed; Their actions made in rage, hatred and unyielding vitriol. We met them across the river, our forces lending prayers in silence as they prepared for the battle in grace -- The Vlachians staring like rabid dogs, yearning for a fight and nothing more. The thunder hearkened across the mural-like night, blessing the Ascari with good fortunes. Their prayers were answered. Nardual's hands raised up to the sides as the rain begins to pour - lightening flashing in the darkened skies as the two forces stare at eachother, a small smile rose to his face - a blessing from the spirits.
One order and they scrambled; Such was the nature of the Ascari -- Such was the power of courage and virtue made manifest. Such was the danger of scorn made manifest, the banners of the Kraken held high in the air as the Elven troops charged the other men. The features of the Vlachians went across a myriad of expressions -- Watching the elven forces with wide, frightened eyes. How their troops fumbled with their weaponry, unable to even grasp the blade.
The Ascari burst towards them with tremendous speed, sabatons surging forth from the river, lifting from the barren ground in a swiftness that displayed our training. They fell like comets, streaking and falling besides -- the dead of the humans fill the waters beside them turning the waters a dirty crimson
One hundred fell, while a mere ten died from the Ascari.
The rest fled, scattering into their streets -- They fled from the forces that sought vengeance, a chance was offered yet they hadn’t taken it for their hubris. The hunt was tiring for the elves, a long battle they did not want fought. Vengeance and justice was to be upheld, grasped and taken; The humans ran onto their walls, retreating behind their comfort