-= Last Man Standing. =-

[shortchangehero 4217]

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The rain comes crashing down upon the dying fray, drowning out the now faint sound of steel echoing amidst below. The smell of death stings the air as corpses lay loitering among the field, the grass painted red in blood of soon forgotten men. Among these men, a dying man, not lost but doomed to be lost in the ever advancing horror known as time.

 

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"Gahh. . ."

 

A mortal wounded soldier, middle aged man, lay on the grass, three arrows jammed in his chest.

 

. . .

 

"F--h-r. . . . Fa-he-. . . Father! Stay with me!"

 

A young soldier rushes to the wounded soldier's aid, he'd with haste fall to his knees eyes glancing over the wounds.

 

"Fawkin' archers, eh?. . . Got me good, didn't d'ey."

 

The wounded soldier would begin coughing violently, a spray of blood erupting from his mouth.

 

"Save your energy father, it's alright, you're getting out of here. The enemy, they've been pu--"

 

"Shut up wit' yeh fawkin' non-sense, I be eh dead man-"

 

The wounded soldier would continue to cough.

 

"Gahh. . . Give meh yeh ale, finished meh ration."

 

The young soldier scrambles for a leather sac, he'd quickly unplug it pouring a bit of ale onto the wounded soldier's lips. The wounded soldier would cough some more.

 

"Good stuff. . ."

 

The wounded soldier would pause for a second, seeming to gather his thoughts.

 

"Now you listen 'ere Arthur, now's 'bout time I tell you little more 'bout your family. Use to be great respected family ages ago, before I was 'round, d'en it turned into teh ****'ole it is now. I ain't got no other child, you teh only one--"

 

Another coughing fit, worse then the others before.

 

"No time left. . . Listen 'ere, yeh gotta make things right, get us respect back we deserve. Remember yeh name, don't let it die wit' yeh---"

 

The wounded man gives a final breath, one word muttered.

 

"Amador--"

 

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"Constable. . . Constable!. . . Cantonous be comin' to give us some orders!"

 

A man, still young but with the face of experience slowly gets off his bed. He'd run a hair through his strange-grey colored hair, muttering a complaint to himself before looking the quite young man in front of him over.

 

"Don't just fuckin' look at me. GET THE MEN IN RANK!"

 

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OOC: This is a introduction to my new Human character, who leads the Chivay levy/banner-men.

 

 

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

"Mother of mercy." Muttered an old Lucienist, remembering the old squire of Holy Ser Revandir: Arthur Amador.

[leave me alone 995]

"ive met this man" says olivier

[Ambduscias 1028]

"..this kid again, I swear.." A sweaty peasant mutters to himself.

[Publius 4098]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.