Eternal
If Brenda wants to abandon her duty, you’re more than willing to take up the slack. Wouldn’t be the first time anyway. You don’t know if she’s just sulking or really not returning, but either way you’re pretty disappointed in her right now. You always thought she was stronger than that, you guess that’s what love does to someone. Makes them weak. It’s probably why Roldan wasn’t alert to stop that Shadow Guard that killed him.
You can’t dwell on such things now; you’ve got more important matters to deal with. You tell Brenda’s advisors that as of now you’re taking over rulership of Nalin and that you want them to take care of things while you destroy the eastern barbarians. They tell you that there are several matters that really require your attention, but you say eliminating the threat in the east is your primary concern first.
You head east with your company of veteran troops and meet up with the rest of your forces at Camp Steadfast. You explain your plan of attack and how it is to be carried out. Granted there isn’t much to it other than marching straight into the heart of Slin territory and wiping them all out, but you try to give a motivational speech, to improve their morale and mindset because it isn’t going to be easy.
At the crack of dawn, you begin your march. Doesn’t take long before you face opposition. You defeat them with ease for the most part. When you begin to enter the woods though that’s when things get tougher.
The elves and the degenerate human tribe known as the Fleg begin to attack you from the trees. Or more accurately, the elves stay in the trees and the Fleg throw themselves at you like the suicidal idiots they are. A few of your men catch arrows, and some of them are killed by the various traps the elves have set, but eventually the Fleg are all killed and the elves have either fled or run off as well.
You take a moment to rest and regroup. Your company is still strong, but you aren’t at the numbers you’d like to face the Slin. You curse yourself for not spreading them out a little more, part of you is still a little pre-occupied with Brenda leaving.
“Damn it, get your head in the battle.” You mutter to yourself.
After taking a very short break, you continue towards where you know the Slin make their home. It’s a slightly swampy area. Not as bad as the time you spent in the Delerg Province, but it still isn’t the best of fighting conditions for you and your soldiers. You start meeting large groups of Slin hissing and lumbering at you from all sides. Your soldiers put up a good struggle as usual and you fight through what seems to be the endless horde, but you suffer many losses before you even make it their cave lair.
One of your men begs you to turn back as he does not believe you have the numbers to take on the rest of the Slin. After all who knows how many are in there. You don’t listen though. You’re furious by their desire to leave everything, and it doesn’t help that you’re still angry about Brenda doing the same thing.
“We’re nearly there and you dare suggest retreat on the verge of victory? I’ve faced worse odds and more dangerous enemies by myself! You’ve all been slacking off on the northern borders too long and getting weak! That ends today, I’m in charge of this company, I’m in charge of this army, I’m even in charge of the whole fucking nation of Nalin! Now we’re going to finish this and we’re going to win! There’s going to be a lot of changes after this is over, now come on!”
You and your men fight your way into the cave entrance, several large Slin come lumbering from various tunnels hissing and charging at you. There’s so many that you sometimes have to resort to punching the beasts because there isn’t even any room to swing your sword. The Slin aren’t weaklings though and are creatures of great strength, you and your remaining soldiers are beaten severely. You continue to struggle, but several of your bones are broken, your flesh is ripped and torn and you’ve got a few chunks bitten out of you.
As more Slin run towards your position, you look around and see you’re the last of your company left. You don’t understand what went wrong. You’ve been in worse situations, you’ve survived worse conditions, how is it that you’re losing and on the verge of death?
In your last moments you see your loss as not your failure, but those around you for not being as strong as you. It hardly matters in the end as the Slin still put your skull as a trophy along side the rest of the “weaklings” they killed.
You can’t dwell on such things now; you’ve got more important matters to deal with. You tell Brenda’s advisors that as of now you’re taking over rulership of Nalin and that you want them to take care of things while you destroy the eastern barbarians. They tell you that there are several matters that really require your attention, but you say eliminating the threat in the east is your primary concern first.
You head east with your company of veteran troops and meet up with the rest of your forces at Camp Steadfast. You explain your plan of attack and how it is to be carried out. Granted there isn’t much to it other than marching straight into the heart of Slin territory and wiping them all out, but you try to give a motivational speech, to improve their morale and mindset because it isn’t going to be easy.
At the crack of dawn, you begin your march. Doesn’t take long before you face opposition. You defeat them with ease for the most part. When you begin to enter the woods though that’s when things get tougher.
The elves and the degenerate human tribe known as the Fleg begin to attack you from the trees. Or more accurately, the elves stay in the trees and the Fleg throw themselves at you like the suicidal idiots they are. A few of your men catch arrows, and some of them are killed by the various traps the elves have set, but eventually the Fleg are all killed and the elves have either fled or run off as well.
You take a moment to rest and regroup. Your company is still strong, but you aren’t at the numbers you’d like to face the Slin. You curse yourself for not spreading them out a little more, part of you is still a little pre-occupied with Brenda leaving.
“Damn it, get your head in the battle.” You mutter to yourself.
After taking a very short break, you continue towards where you know the Slin make their home. It’s a slightly swampy area. Not as bad as the time you spent in the Delerg Province, but it still isn’t the best of fighting conditions for you and your soldiers. You start meeting large groups of Slin hissing and lumbering at you from all sides. Your soldiers put up a good struggle as usual and you fight through what seems to be the endless horde, but you suffer many losses before you even make it their cave lair.
One of your men begs you to turn back as he does not believe you have the numbers to take on the rest of the Slin. After all who knows how many are in there. You don’t listen though. You’re furious by their desire to leave everything, and it doesn’t help that you’re still angry about Brenda doing the same thing.
“We’re nearly there and you dare suggest retreat on the verge of victory? I’ve faced worse odds and more dangerous enemies by myself! You’ve all been slacking off on the northern borders too long and getting weak! That ends today, I’m in charge of this company, I’m in charge of this army, I’m even in charge of the whole fucking nation of Nalin! Now we’re going to finish this and we’re going to win! There’s going to be a lot of changes after this is over, now come on!”
You and your men fight your way into the cave entrance, several large Slin come lumbering from various tunnels hissing and charging at you. There’s so many that you sometimes have to resort to punching the beasts because there isn’t even any room to swing your sword. The Slin aren’t weaklings though and are creatures of great strength, you and your remaining soldiers are beaten severely. You continue to struggle, but several of your bones are broken, your flesh is ripped and torn and you’ve got a few chunks bitten out of you.
As more Slin run towards your position, you look around and see you’re the last of your company left. You don’t understand what went wrong. You’ve been in worse situations, you’ve survived worse conditions, how is it that you’re losing and on the verge of death?
In your last moments you see your loss as not your failure, but those around you for not being as strong as you. It hardly matters in the end as the Slin still put your skull as a trophy along side the rest of the “weaklings” they killed.
