⚔ The Unbent And Unbroken ⚔
A muffled drum commenced its echo throughout the Dunamis keep. The wind intensified, thrashing against the now flapping tower-born Dunamis banners. Iron cladded boots beat against the stone grounding of the keep as the horde of men execute their march back home. The men glance up to the towering banners as they make their way into their home. Their march continued throughout the keep, halting as they entered the great hall. The men all take seat at the meeting table as Danis Revlis took seat at the head. Words begin to escape his lips as he looks upon the faces of his brothers, “The tyrannical ways of men have guided those who lust for power to the fields of our stead. Lord knows we will not turn our backs on our home without a struggle. Arm up men, ready the steel. We shall make the battlefield hell.” He paused nodding to them, “Get the forges ready, this shall be a battle that Vailor shall not dare to forget.”
Men began to pour out of the great hall taking their place amongst the forges. The clashing of steel echoed throughout the southern fields of Vailor. The Dunamis hammers collided against their anvils. Blistering steel sizzled as water kissed it's surface.
Danis arose from the helm of the hall, treading towards the courtyard of the keep, his men following closely behind. With a smile, he inspected the men carrying out his order. The men realize his presence and slowly turn to meet his eyes. They halt the order momentarily as he begins to speak once more, “My brothers, the time is upon us. The Orenian forces set themselves upon our very doorstep. It would seem that have summed up the courage to take us at our home. They believe they outman us, they outnumber us. They do not know the passion that boils within us. We will repel them or we will die trying. This shall become our last stand, or the beginning of their demise. Recently, we have lost our most revered brother, our marshall, Richard Revlis. His absence striked sadness into us all… but let us not forget his will.”
With a growing fire within his eyes, Danis unsheathed his sword and raised it into the air, the tip seemingly piercing the sky itself. The men before him following suit, piercing the air with their swords. They stared into his eyes, deep snarls growing upon their noses. His voice grew with an intense anger, a boiling hatred within his heart, “We shall finish what Richard started. I shall take the head of every man on the battlefield or I shall lose mine trying. I refuse to cower in fear from the force that all those have bent the knee to. We are no cowards.”
His breathing grew heavy, his nose curling as his face became flushed with rage. The veins on his neck shot forth, piercing the very souls of his men just as their arrows had tasted Orenian flesh many times before. His lips pulled back as he screamed, his voice echoing throughout the former Vandoria, “We are Dunamis! The Orenian scum whisper our names.” His eyes became wild as he takes a pause, a menacing smile overtaking his face as he continued to bark forward, “FEARFUL, that the very devils they mention shall manifest themselves before them. Leaving behind them a trail of carnage.” He takes a moment of silence, moving his eyes to meet every individual man before him. He regains a calm attitude, “They are right to be afraid. Even the Undead would bend before us.” He lets out a cackling chuckle, the laughter soon vocalized itself throughout the horde before him.
A sudden relapse of anger overtook him as he screamed forth, “WE ARE DUNAMIS! WE ARE UNBENT! WE ARE UNBROKEN!” Suddenly a ripple in the air took place as the hordes of Dunamis cheered throughout the courtyard, their chants gripping the realm of Vailor by force. His hand flung upwards toward the sky, “**** those cousin ******* pricks.”
⚔ Dunamis Pride WorldWide ⚔