Consequence of Duty

[Ambduscias 1028]

 

 

 

 

The glare of the sun was harsh. Vailor was shown it’s coming light on the newest isochronism; but it was pain. To look into its’ gaze was to blind oneself to it, and while its rays beat down on the backs of the linemen, its’ fiery embrace was returned by the growing squadron of men. It was a sight that started to become familiar. White might, they playfully referred to it as; groups of ranks forming behind a single man in idle drilling that frequently took place anywhere across Vailor, in an attempt to display unity and strength to the unaffiliated.
 

At the head stood a figure known as the literal face of the White Order; a single bastion of Humanity in an otherwise impersonal wall of white steel, and by his side stood the closest thing to a second; a man whose face was shredded beyond belief, a monster in the eyes of men from one end of Vailor to another. Men who stood rank by rank maintained the deathly silence that most of them were known for. Within ten minutes a dozen had been raised from their slumber and brought into line alongside the half-formed phalanx; more meandered in as time carried on by; it was a slow and distinctive trickle, like a wall finding itself growing taller and sprouting more bricks built atop a foundation of white steel.

 

Something in the scene seemed to be off; be it the air, the scent of a slowly-burning charcoal fire, or the intensity and sudden nature of the unscheduled gathering. It was impossible to place so easily to any of the soldiers who stood side by side, armored shoulder to armored shoulder; but they had a prenatural understanding. In times as theirs this had one meaning to them; an announcement, a singular herald returning once more to his work in spreading the suns’ wrath across the untamed reaches of civilization and reminding them of what the principles of FAITH, UNITY, and DETERMINATION were.
 

The way they held themselves made it clear they believed in what they’d preached for so long. Prestigious armor, well-polished and spears well honed and held upright with not a slouch; it served to speak of the nature of their wrath, and of the duty that they held both to the Order and to the world. His voice was harsh and clear; to some, it could be a refreshing change of pace. To others it was an object of fear; harsh easily replaced with barking, and its’ clarity to malevolence to those who closed their eyes and their ears and refused to listen to any side but their own. To those under him, it was the offer of salvation to weary hearts and minds long mistreated.

 

 

“HISTORY MAY FOLLOW IN THE WAKE OF THOSE WHO BUILD IT, BUT IT DOES NOT MEAN WE WILL FORGIVE THOSE WHO INTERLOPE WHERE THEY DID NOT BELONG,” it was called out like thunder being struck from the heavens and the will of the sun made manifest, “AND IT WILL NOT MEAN IT IS FORGOTTEN. WHILE WE SEEK TO BREAK THE CHAINS THAT ONCE BOUND US, WE CANNOT SHOW FORGIVENESS FOR THOSE WHO AIDED IN THE TYRANNY WE CAME TO KNOW.”

 

Spear thudded against shield in a terrible cacophony. The noise filled the valley between the great walls with thunder.  “TODAY, WE LOOK BACK ON THE HISTORY IN WHICH WE TREAD UPON AND OVER; THE TERRIFIC CRIMES OF THE TRAITORS WHO TURN THEIR BACK ON PROGRESS AND RETREAT FROM THE RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE THAT IS CAST UNTO US.”

 

[pending dramatic image from funnyman]

 

The voice fell silent as a single, white-clad hand raised forward and gestured over the crowd in a salute. It trailed to his brother.

“SOME OF THESE WRONGS CAN NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. AND THEY /must not/ BE PERMITTED TO OCCUR AGAIN.”

 

"They know who they are. They knew that we would come for them." The fist came to a tight clench; iron, steel, and skin joining together tightly, in a perfect union. 

 

“TODAY will be our FIRST STEP to relight what has been extinguished,” his tone gained some form of dreaded weight. The hint and warning of their being an inevitable end presented itself in an assertive and violent display; promising that some day, their duties would be complete and spear and shield would not need to raise once more.

 

 

[shortchangehero 4217]

"NARNE!"

 

And with a simple word, a legion of White mobilizes. The city of Ost'faenn trembles as the soldiers march forth and out, the sun gleaming off their shining arms'n'armaments alike, blinding direct sight from all lines of view.

 

". . . Creator help the Crimson Edict. . ."  The mother mutters, grasping her child close.

 

The target is clear, the fenn's revenge is near.

[Ioannis 1480]

Ioannis stands on his keep, looking down at his lands, his eyes focused on the Crimson Edict clanhall.

 

"Snow elves who wish to die?" he replies with a cold voice as he looks at the Legionnaire beside him.

 

"Prepare the men."

[Archbishop 1784]

"And so history repeats once more. The snow elves should of learnt from the Tundraks mistakes of every realm he resided in, not to attack those bigger then you."
Says Bukkahkoj as he hears of the news, reminiscing of the melting of the snow.

 

[shortchangehero 4217]

After recent affairs, the White Order's legion's march comes to a halt. Recent peace talks have arisen and the Crimson Edict threat is no more. A new target is being sought after, one preferably around the same size. . .

 

THE KHA!

[Elad™ 560]

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