Wrath of September

[arakrsptec 171]

“The Descendants have been offered Shepherds. The Prince himself has been a cause for fear, but his power, no matter how vast, requires Wolves. Not Shepherds.”

 

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Ashes filled the air around the figure. With only the light of the moon to guide a lost soul through the burnt forest floor, one could barely see the smoke rising through the tops of the great trees that towered above them. Their gray trails mocked his mortal form, dancing freely in the wind. His own body was weighed down by plate and leather. The Archdruid was not fond of his choice of attire, but what did his colleagues know of war? They tangled with trees. He broke steel.

 

“This is not over. No, far from it.” He spit into the bloody dirt to his right. “I’ve not been with you long, my friends,” he looked to his colleagues. Some wore similar plate like himself, but many others were adorned in strange garbs- some wore twigs. Peculiar men, but they fought viciously in the name of September. These were those that knew their plight may end with dust and bone. But they stood with their Lord through thick and thin, never faltering, never wavering. “But I know war, and I know my Lord.”

 

“You’re learning, you mean,” piped up a tribal looking servant of September. One of the most devote, he’d sacrificed his name and honor by abandoning his home and kin to lay waste to the lands he once held dear in the name of September. A man like him would live to see his name outlast the ruins of cities. But despite that, the speaking figure could not quite recall his name.

 

“If the Descendants are Sheep, then we are Shepherds. Guides, perhaps. Perhaps you believe you’re fighting in the name of the Prince. Perhaps you believe you’re watering his lands in the blood of the misguided.” His hand was shaking. Post battle jitters. They shook the hilt of the blade he held as he cleaned the metal of it with a torn up and dirty cloth, smearing the clothing with brown and red.

 

“But this- this isn’t worthy of the Prince. The one who has brought desolation to those that once took haven in these lands long before us. The one who shattered the forces of Man with a snap of his fingers. No, this is not worthy.”

 

Up the steep incline of the forested floor he strode, rising above the plethora of men and beasts to look down upon them. An eerie silence filled the air, beaten only by the cracking of flame and cries of the fallen, biting the ears of those gathered with a dreadful symphony of death. He allowed it to sit as it was, acknowledging the dread that surrounded them until new bloods to the Wildwoods began to squirm where they stood.

 

“You seek to spread the Will of our Prince. And so you shall. Not with guidance to those that are lost, but by punishment. Not with burning of crops or banditting roads, but by slaughter. We are not Shepherds. We are not those who will quiver beneath our Prince’s might as he faces down the Sheep. Let us bring death. Let us bring the Wrath of the September Prince.”

 

He looked to the lands around the Cloud Temple, adjacent to the Wild woods where the Prince began his campaign. This was where their Lord began. These were the lands of Elves, Humans, Orcs, and Halflings. They enjoyed peace as the Prince moved to more distant lands in search of conquest. But the Wrath of September would return, with Heralds of War at his heels.

[Pond 1069]

A lone orc sat upon one of the many lily-pads on the Wonkawoods, staring into the abyss of the trees, reminiscing the good that the Prince did. “Hi wuz juzt duin wub nature demanded.” He said, watching as fish and Toalaks swam by him, before looking up to where the Prince’s home resided. “Hi muzt return. Dah Urukz uv Klan Lak ztand wiff dah followerz ub dah Prince. Dat iz dah way ob Laklul. Nature muzt be spread, dah zwamps must be zpread.”

[thesaintjaleel 792]

KALFU sits atop the Fane dais, Agaja at the bottom of the steep at attention as his leader begins to speak "Unu ting mi ben learn bout chaos....Eyah bi hea tuh teach wi a lesson - wi onleh get whut wi deserve...." he'd sigh, continuing to say "But dis ain't a lesson muh bredrin deserve; wi alreadeh did learn nuff.."

[Burnsy 437]

7 hours ago, arakrsptec said:

These were the lands of Elves, Humans, Orcs, and Halflings.

((You forgot one...dwarves, it’s dwarves.))

[Chase 3793]

"Not sheep, but wolves. The Prince is merely a sheep in sheperd's cloth." Remarks a commandant of the battles against September.

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

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