ASH PREVAILS

[Zhikarta 4064]

ӄɛᵲʊӄ ᵲɛռ¤ðαᵲʊʅɛ
ASH PREVAILS

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ȶhere they stood, Maehrzhel of the Ashen Union. Side by side, covered exhausted from the siege. Aytheln, together with his brother Moraelyn, and his fellow Protector of the Ashen Folk Veluc they stood on the ramparts. Tirelessly loading the heavy artillery. “FIRE” yelled out a commander. Another blast, the ringing in his ears continued.

 

 

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αytheln loaded the cannon, one last time. “CHARGE!” Was yelled out, and he knew what was to come. He drew his blade, at last. And through a hail of arrows he charged. Together with his kin they charged. A buckler all that provided safety from the hail of arrows. His shield was pierced. Tossing it to the side, Aytheln looked up towards the walls of the fort. For a brief moment his gaze met that of Veluc and Marywen, fellow Ashen Councillors. To the fort they charged. Thousands of allies of the Papal state, Elves, Dwarves, Humans and Elves all side by side. Today Aytheln would prove that his people could fight, today he would prove them all wrong. Celia’nor spread lies about the Princedom, for that they would pay.

 

The Union would prevail, they would cut down their enemies.

 

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ɮefore they could even realise, the gathering of Ashen Folk, armed to the teeth found themselves within the walls of the ivory fort. “Memnu syex aher su'u nyn thyleerzh, lye morlyn rentu Cauróst, rentu uhv'lug nora!” Those were the last words of Aytheln Vel’obv, before he, and thousands of Papal allies charged into the fort, scaling the crumbling walls. White stone laid all around them, stained by the blood of the Haeseni alliance. They crawled over the ruins, entering the keep. 

 

Before them, a corridor filled to the brim with chaos. Screams of agony and bloodshed along with the clashing of steel deafening the brave soldiers. Aytheln charged, swinging his blade in a blind rage at any enemy he could see.

 

A short clash was all it took, before the enemy signaled their retreat. All that was left before Aytheln was a corridor of bloodshed and mayhem. Soon, a hand reached for his shoulder. Moraelyn and Veluc. They had both made it through.

 

The deceivers of Celia’nor had fallen. Starland’s meager rally fell victim not only to the Covenant’s weaponry, but to cowardice. Weak and outnumbered, all they were, all they ever would be.

 

 

ӄɛᵲʊӄ α'ᵲɛռ¤ðαᵲʊʅɛ

Ash Prevailed, and they would do so again.

 

Spoiler

Hello, narrative post about the battle that took place on Saturday. I understand the way it ended and the victory got called was through staff verdict, but I had this lying around as it was written between the many crashes, and thought it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

 

[Gutz 450]

Somewhere, Mirasul squints. He sips his mixed drink and reclines back into his chair, which was positioned on a beach shoreline. Utterly inactive...

 

Spoiler

Omg hey I made that art thingy at the top omg what hey ☝️