Eternal
You spend the rest of the day in your personal tent still recovering from your last battle thinking about your situation.
Your head still hurts from where part of your skull was replaced with a crude metal plate and your body aches all over as it has been for years. You’re nearly deaf in your one working ear. You’ve got scars all over your face and body. You even have a couple of missing fingertips now. Yet for good or ill, you’re going to at least see this war through to its end. You have to be hands on when it comes to battle. You were raised to be a warrior, a killer, and an instrument of war. There have been times you’ve had stray thoughts on a different life, but ultimately it’s always come back to war.
You weren’t meant to be an old man who dies on his throne either through natural causes or assassination, and you definitely weren’t meant to find a love and live happily ever after.
You are an Eternal and you were meant to die in battle. Whatever happens afterwards is of minor importance.
The next morning you muster up all your strength and stand. You’re a little wobbly, but you manage it and step outside. Several of your staff urges you to rest, but you ignore their concerns.
You plan your attack on the “Eternal City” with your top staff. It was once the capital of the Empire, now it’s the last stand of the Eternal Dominion. At this point there really isn’t too much strategy involved. You just plan on blowing up the walls and storming the place with as many soldiers as possible. You remark that when the walls are down, you’ll be leading the first assault.
“General! You can’t be serious! I understand you want to be involved in the battle, but this is going too far! You know very well the battalion that goes in first is going to suffer the most losses.” Colonel Gemma exclaims.
“It won’t if I’m leading it.” You say. “However, when I fall, you’re next in line. I trust you know what to do. ALL of you know what you’re supposed to do.”
This remark causes a dead silence among your staff. You didn’t even say IF you fall, you said WHEN you fall. You realize this and collect your thoughts in what you believe to be your last speech to all of them.
“(Sigh) Look, I’m tired. I’m old. I got more scars than all of you put together. I’m missing portions of my body. I’m in constant pain and I got a fucking plate in my head. I appreciate all the service you’ve given in the past few years and in some cases decades. Your concern for my life is noted, but I know it’s time. I’ve lived a satisfying life. I won’t say good, because I’ve been through enough shit to know that isn’t true, but I can say it had its good moments. And I fully intend on making my last moments on earth satisfying as well by leading all of you to victory before it’s all over. So! You all have your orders, and if I’m wrong about my impending death…well I’ll see you all in the palace when this is over and you all can taunt me for being an overly dramatic old man. One taunt per person of course.”
This last remark lightens the mood enough for a couple of them to smile. One even manages to give a small chuckle. You figure even if you don’t believe it, you should try to keep morale up.
The attack on the city commences. It won’t really take long to bring the walls down. Never thought the day would come where you’d actually be attacking this place. It’s funny, in all the years you served the Empire, you never once set foot into it’s capital, let alone the Emperor’s palace. You sometimes wonder what exactly happened to the Emperor when the Empire fell. Was he killed? Did he escape? Was there really ever an Emperor at all?
It’s all irrelevant now you suppose.
After a couple days of bombardment by catapults and cannons you at last breach the walls enough that the opening cannot be repaired quick enough. That’s when you make your move.
“ATTACK!” you shout while galloping forward with your horse, which is shaking you enough to make every bone in your body ache. You’ve never really liked riding horses, but if you want to be the first one in the city, you need the speed, because running just isn’t something you do much anymore.
You get closer and closer to the city nearly getting blown to pieces in the process by the cannon fire. How you aren’t shot off your horse by a stray bullet is short of amazing. It’s just as well you’re nearly deaf, you doubt if you could stand the noise of the explosions if you weren’t.
You reach the wall breach and it is there your horse rears up from the wall of pikes held by the enemy. This temporarily saves its life, but a few shots are fired and the beast makes one last neigh before collapsing. You are also hit in the leg by one of these shots, but you fortunately manage to avoid having the horse land on you when you’re thrown from it. Sensing that you’re an easy target some the enemy soldiers break their formation and attempt to attack you while you’re down, but you’re far from being out of this fight. Ignoring the pain, you stand up and meet your attackers head on, easily slaying them. You then proceed to fight your way through the breach just before the rest of your soldiers reach it to help you.
The bodies of the dead surround you and the streets are quite literally running red with blood. The mixture of gunpowder and death fills your lungs when you breathe deeply and it smells a hell of a lot better than that poison cloud that Slin witch inflicted on you years ago.
Limping around on one good leg, you help out the rest of your soldiers who are a little faster than you now in engaging the enemy. You tell them all to take the palace, a lot of them shout back at you, but you can only really read their lips due to the noise and your bad hearing.
The Eternal Dominion’s last stand has them pulling out all the stops for this battle, at one point you find yourself facing a large group of orc troops in heavy armor and a single battle mage desperately trying to defend the gates of the palace. It’s been a while since you’ve faced either of these enemies, but you’re not going to run at this late stage.
Your soldiers engage the orcs and you try to focus on the battle mage who is chanting something, a couple of shots are fired at him, but whatever magic barrier he has up blocks them. When you reach him, his eyes turn completely red and a ring of flame suddenly emanates from him burning you and several others nearby. You fall to the palace steps trying to put the flames out and after managing to do so you realize you’re now blind in one eye and the other eye sees a statue outside the palace beginning to move.
“Fuck, he’s bringing it to life.” You say to yourself. Your body then feels a heavy mace blow to your left arm shattering several bones in it. It’s quite possible that you would die right there if not for a fellow soldier killing the orc that attacked you. Somebody helps you up and you’re feeling nearly delirious at this point. Someone shouts about you bleeding from the head, but you can’t really hear them, you’re still focused on the mattle mage, who has nearly brought the statue to life.
Fighting through the pain as usual, you rush at the mage, even knocking an orc down in the process. The barrier doesn’t stop non-projectiles and you easily tackle him. He tries to cast a spell, but is unable to when you shove your armored fist into his mouth. As he chokes on his own blood and teeth, you pull part of his tongue out and then smash his skull open on the palace steps painting them with his brains. Whatever magic that was about to power the statue dies with him and it stops moving.
You stand back up with great effort, one of your soldiers shouts something about getting into the palace and you just nod and limp your way inside. Victory is at hand.
You step inside the palace and even in the midst of this carnage it is certainly impressive. You can only imagine what it looked like at the height of the Empire’s might. Several of your soldiers engage the last remaining hold outs, but you just wander about looking at the palace. You feel sort of odd, like almost delirious, but you try to ignore it. It has been a tiring day after all.
You see the skirmishing going on in the hallways and rooms, but you’re looking for something in particular, the throne room. You eventually find it, and surprisingly it’s empty. A couple of vases and banner have been knocked to the floor, but other than that, it’s in relatively good condition.
You gaze upon the single impressive platinum throne at the back and approach it. You feel a sudden sense of accomplishment and pride in your deeds. You’re also still feeling woozy and you collapse to one knee, but some how it seems appropriate.
“I see. The Emperor…he was still watching…he was always watching…I’ve passed the test.” You says to yourself staring at the floor.
You then look up at the empty throne.
“I have restored the Empire. I have restored its glory. I will take my place with you soon.” You say and then pass out, never to wake up.
Your head still hurts from where part of your skull was replaced with a crude metal plate and your body aches all over as it has been for years. You’re nearly deaf in your one working ear. You’ve got scars all over your face and body. You even have a couple of missing fingertips now. Yet for good or ill, you’re going to at least see this war through to its end. You have to be hands on when it comes to battle. You were raised to be a warrior, a killer, and an instrument of war. There have been times you’ve had stray thoughts on a different life, but ultimately it’s always come back to war.
You weren’t meant to be an old man who dies on his throne either through natural causes or assassination, and you definitely weren’t meant to find a love and live happily ever after.
You are an Eternal and you were meant to die in battle. Whatever happens afterwards is of minor importance.
The next morning you muster up all your strength and stand. You’re a little wobbly, but you manage it and step outside. Several of your staff urges you to rest, but you ignore their concerns.
You plan your attack on the “Eternal City” with your top staff. It was once the capital of the Empire, now it’s the last stand of the Eternal Dominion. At this point there really isn’t too much strategy involved. You just plan on blowing up the walls and storming the place with as many soldiers as possible. You remark that when the walls are down, you’ll be leading the first assault.
“General! You can’t be serious! I understand you want to be involved in the battle, but this is going too far! You know very well the battalion that goes in first is going to suffer the most losses.” Colonel Gemma exclaims.
“It won’t if I’m leading it.” You say. “However, when I fall, you’re next in line. I trust you know what to do. ALL of you know what you’re supposed to do.”
This remark causes a dead silence among your staff. You didn’t even say IF you fall, you said WHEN you fall. You realize this and collect your thoughts in what you believe to be your last speech to all of them.
“(Sigh) Look, I’m tired. I’m old. I got more scars than all of you put together. I’m missing portions of my body. I’m in constant pain and I got a fucking plate in my head. I appreciate all the service you’ve given in the past few years and in some cases decades. Your concern for my life is noted, but I know it’s time. I’ve lived a satisfying life. I won’t say good, because I’ve been through enough shit to know that isn’t true, but I can say it had its good moments. And I fully intend on making my last moments on earth satisfying as well by leading all of you to victory before it’s all over. So! You all have your orders, and if I’m wrong about my impending death…well I’ll see you all in the palace when this is over and you all can taunt me for being an overly dramatic old man. One taunt per person of course.”
This last remark lightens the mood enough for a couple of them to smile. One even manages to give a small chuckle. You figure even if you don’t believe it, you should try to keep morale up.
The attack on the city commences. It won’t really take long to bring the walls down. Never thought the day would come where you’d actually be attacking this place. It’s funny, in all the years you served the Empire, you never once set foot into it’s capital, let alone the Emperor’s palace. You sometimes wonder what exactly happened to the Emperor when the Empire fell. Was he killed? Did he escape? Was there really ever an Emperor at all?
It’s all irrelevant now you suppose.
After a couple days of bombardment by catapults and cannons you at last breach the walls enough that the opening cannot be repaired quick enough. That’s when you make your move.
“ATTACK!” you shout while galloping forward with your horse, which is shaking you enough to make every bone in your body ache. You’ve never really liked riding horses, but if you want to be the first one in the city, you need the speed, because running just isn’t something you do much anymore.
You get closer and closer to the city nearly getting blown to pieces in the process by the cannon fire. How you aren’t shot off your horse by a stray bullet is short of amazing. It’s just as well you’re nearly deaf, you doubt if you could stand the noise of the explosions if you weren’t.
You reach the wall breach and it is there your horse rears up from the wall of pikes held by the enemy. This temporarily saves its life, but a few shots are fired and the beast makes one last neigh before collapsing. You are also hit in the leg by one of these shots, but you fortunately manage to avoid having the horse land on you when you’re thrown from it. Sensing that you’re an easy target some the enemy soldiers break their formation and attempt to attack you while you’re down, but you’re far from being out of this fight. Ignoring the pain, you stand up and meet your attackers head on, easily slaying them. You then proceed to fight your way through the breach just before the rest of your soldiers reach it to help you.
The bodies of the dead surround you and the streets are quite literally running red with blood. The mixture of gunpowder and death fills your lungs when you breathe deeply and it smells a hell of a lot better than that poison cloud that Slin witch inflicted on you years ago.
Limping around on one good leg, you help out the rest of your soldiers who are a little faster than you now in engaging the enemy. You tell them all to take the palace, a lot of them shout back at you, but you can only really read their lips due to the noise and your bad hearing.
The Eternal Dominion’s last stand has them pulling out all the stops for this battle, at one point you find yourself facing a large group of orc troops in heavy armor and a single battle mage desperately trying to defend the gates of the palace. It’s been a while since you’ve faced either of these enemies, but you’re not going to run at this late stage.
Your soldiers engage the orcs and you try to focus on the battle mage who is chanting something, a couple of shots are fired at him, but whatever magic barrier he has up blocks them. When you reach him, his eyes turn completely red and a ring of flame suddenly emanates from him burning you and several others nearby. You fall to the palace steps trying to put the flames out and after managing to do so you realize you’re now blind in one eye and the other eye sees a statue outside the palace beginning to move.
“Fuck, he’s bringing it to life.” You say to yourself. Your body then feels a heavy mace blow to your left arm shattering several bones in it. It’s quite possible that you would die right there if not for a fellow soldier killing the orc that attacked you. Somebody helps you up and you’re feeling nearly delirious at this point. Someone shouts about you bleeding from the head, but you can’t really hear them, you’re still focused on the mattle mage, who has nearly brought the statue to life.
Fighting through the pain as usual, you rush at the mage, even knocking an orc down in the process. The barrier doesn’t stop non-projectiles and you easily tackle him. He tries to cast a spell, but is unable to when you shove your armored fist into his mouth. As he chokes on his own blood and teeth, you pull part of his tongue out and then smash his skull open on the palace steps painting them with his brains. Whatever magic that was about to power the statue dies with him and it stops moving.
You stand back up with great effort, one of your soldiers shouts something about getting into the palace and you just nod and limp your way inside. Victory is at hand.
You step inside the palace and even in the midst of this carnage it is certainly impressive. You can only imagine what it looked like at the height of the Empire’s might. Several of your soldiers engage the last remaining hold outs, but you just wander about looking at the palace. You feel sort of odd, like almost delirious, but you try to ignore it. It has been a tiring day after all.
You see the skirmishing going on in the hallways and rooms, but you’re looking for something in particular, the throne room. You eventually find it, and surprisingly it’s empty. A couple of vases and banner have been knocked to the floor, but other than that, it’s in relatively good condition.
You gaze upon the single impressive platinum throne at the back and approach it. You feel a sudden sense of accomplishment and pride in your deeds. You’re also still feeling woozy and you collapse to one knee, but some how it seems appropriate.
“I see. The Emperor…he was still watching…he was always watching…I’ve passed the test.” You says to yourself staring at the floor.
You then look up at the empty throne.
“I have restored the Empire. I have restored its glory. I will take my place with you soon.” You say and then pass out, never to wake up.
