Flowers of Westmark

[IrradiatedGoose 305]

Ser Kieran Callaghan sat within the fields of wheat that lay just beside the barn of Westmark. Their golden glades stained with the blood of thousands of men, Cavalier and Druscan alike. There was then the clash of steel and gore, a man screaming off to his side. Kieran turned his head to the sounds.

Except there was nothing there.

Another eviscerating scream tore through the fields of Westmark. A pike being pushed through the abdomen of some poor footman. Kieran turned again.

Nothing there.

 

He looked down to his blood covered gauntlets, drawing in a shaky breath as he looked up to the sunset, basking in it's temporary light before darkness fell upon the fields drowned in blood.

[Random 1690]

“EULAH EULAH EULAH!” exclaimed young Severin Euler after cutting down a third enemy. His armour was battered, his body riddled with small injuries — and yet, there he stood, his patriotic outcry echoing across the battlefield: “AVE EULER, AVE ADRIA!”, he proclaimed, “GLORY GLORY TO IDVNIA, GLORY TO TAR-ZÔRZAGAR!”

 

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[Gaja 1311]

Frederick Euler stood firmly planted, feet on the ground, four foes strewn around him. Various wounds littered his body, the Turtle Knight having stayed in the fray start to finish. No agony nor exhaustion could force the man to bow his head, posture kept as he raised his fist to the sky and cried out: "VICTORY! AVE EULERSBURG, AVE ADRIA, AVE IDUNIA, AVE TAR-ZÔRZAGAR!"

[Baccaaa 490]

Konstanze Euler had managed to quickly redeem herself after she had been thrown off her horse. With a pike in the Euler wall of flesh and armour did she bring a sizeable number down their own horses. "How the turntables." was spoken by her firmly as she dug her sword she had switched to deep into a certain shocked Druscan bandit that was left without horse and soon without life aswell. Few seconds later another foe was mortally struck, blood spraying all over her armoured features. "For Eulersburg, Adria and Idunia!" - "For the Tar Zôrzagar!" 

 

Alas long after the battle, taking a read over the retelling brought a frown forth. "His?! I'm no man... oh well." The Euler woman commented, though she dismissed the mistake, not pondering too deeply into it.

 

 

[wootdahnoot 131]

"What a glorious battle!" Baudemund Euler praised. Riddled with small cuts and bruises, the man remained standing tall, throwing both hands into the sky as he shouted: "Ave Eulersburg, Ave Adria, Ave Idunia, Ave Tar-Zôrzagar!"

[Cupper 61]

The vibrant field of colors protruding with flowers and grass swayed as the air gently pushed them from side to side. The arrangement of hills, mountains, and rocks around the field made it stand out, as if it was intended to be seen. The gentle, almost unnoticeable breeze that swayed the grass and flowers gave the feeling of peace and content. It's as if all there was to this field was flowers, grass, and a slow almost unnoticeable breeze. There was no focus on people, war, struggle, money, progress, famine, or any of the other things that people worry about. The only focus that could ever be had here was on itself, and that was where peace was found.

Kazuya Shikuae blinked and the field of colors and peace were nowhere to be seen. It's almost as if he could have been dreaming; the gentle flowers and grass were cut up and dismembered. Some blades of grass were cut in such a way that it really did pierce the skin when you would walk by them. The simple field focused on itself now had an array of bloodied bodies that lay dormant ontop of it. If someone were to look around there would be the marks of Man here. The field that focused on itself had been stained by the dark red blood across its flowers. The field of Westmark would no longer be remembered as simply a place of nature, but a battle of war. 

The bald and conflicted man, Kazuya, would put away his sword as the battle was over. Victory had been had for his home city of Numendil, but even though he won, he was unable to see the flowers as they were before.