Upon Mali Fields

[Gaius ~ Sertorius Cagan 62]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCTWp7heCaU

 

"Yoo'
mawst' gaw', yoo' mawst' witness what is bein' dawn' in this 'Urth,
even if it means being cast inter' thar' bloodspurt' awf' thar' Spawn of
Horun'. Gaw' naw', meet wit' yer' leader O Sophist, let yer' eyes widen
at thar' mistakes of yoo'r own, yoo'r heart be applied thar' pain awf'
our sins. Bring them back tew' thar' realm awf' Dreems' when yoo'r eyes
close after a day awf' fightin', thawt' is... if yoo' cawld' bring
yoo'rself tew' sooth yoo'r mind long enough to sleep"

 

The
amassed congregation of Knights, soldiers, even lowly peasants had
gathered at the bridge leading into Malinor and it was there, slowly
marching with Tyrus of the White Roses; that he could begin to hear the
shouts and cries of the Elfs. It truly fit the term nicely, for verily
it seemed as if Humans had spawned forth from the ground, the Spawn of
Horen; as they marched across the bridge. The lamenting of the Elfs were
soon drowned out by the din of clashing iron greaves as they shuffled
against the bodies they were linked to and the boots pounded on the
paths like war-drums, arrows had begun being let loose on the colliding
mass that seemed to shape into a battering ram. Sertorius in his own
battle attire strove to keep up, he tried to look up and over the
shoulders of many men running; only to have an arrow strike him square
in the shoulder-bone and had him reeling in a tight circle before being
led to the water by the commotion of soldiers jostling past him.

 

Upon
lifting himself up and over the fallen wooden beams, he stared through a
wooden gate left slightly ajar at the sight of Elfen bodies laid strewn
in disorder; curtled blood and entrails lay thrown about and trashed
the streets within the inner-portion of Malinor under a Great Tree. He
supped his gasp as Thomas Chivay and other soldiers marched once again
on the street, stepping disrespectfully onto the dead bodies and peered
out towards Sertorius with a satisfactory smirk; embodying the obvious
fact that Oren had felled Malinor. Sertorius, scrambling to hide what
may have seemed to be dismay began to rattle his falx along the wooden
gate and hearkened loudly concerning the victory; letting the troops
pass in amusement.

 

Dusk
seemed to have fell at that moment, as the dust became more apparent
and settled in as an eerie fog that masked the figures far and looting
as Sertorius escaped from the wooden gate and stumbled onto bodies over a
thick tree root that rimmed the earth past the housing district. The
smell seemed to have consumed him as it choked Sertorius and he fell
over and smacked his cheek onto the carved cheek of an Elfish body; the
blood leaving an imprint that was colored by the tear that trickled down
his own cheek. His surroundings seemed to pull inward as the carnage
became more and more torturous, Sertorius ran with a full jog down the
path towards the main gate; seeking escape.

 

 

The
flashback of Pertinax Horen, after having been caught trying to
stealthily bound across the rapids that ran around the base of the
plateau that the Sophist Enclave stood; confessing to his uneasiness of
having to participate in battle shook Sertorius as he wiped the few
tears of shock from his face. Having not slain an Elf, yet he was so
disturbed would have erred anyone as how could a man with hands clean be
so bereft in grief at another's deed? The sight of the young man's face
burned as much as tearful shock singed his face as he ran down the
path, only to see a Mali'ker. The Mali'ker had caught sight of Sertorius
first, Elphaba had frozen into place at the sight of an armored man
nearing her. Whilst trying to render himself sensible to talk, he merely
motioned with his hands that he was of no harm; yet it was of no use.
The Mali'ker and Sertorius had separated as quick as they had ran into
each other.

 

 

[Moot 1719]

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