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It was approaching dawn when the Knight was alerted of trouble at the heights. Regardless of whatever baseless peace talks were occurring among the diplomats of Adria and the Coalition there was more important matters to take care of. Amidst the arming of the common folk and the training of those who had never held a spear in their lives did he mount and ride to the realm of his uncle. Thus rode the Captain, clad in the DAEMONSTEEL armor untimely ripped from the corpse of an attacker of FREDERICKSBURG. He leapt from his BRASCAN MARE as it neared what little had been constructed in the ways of defense of the Easworth Heights. Blood already soaked the ground before him, but not of an enemy aligned with the COALITION PACT. The self-styled BURGUNDY KNIGHT of Winburgh stepped forwards to the scene, a blooded mouth which spat tooth unto the floor. A deserter. His hands fell to his sword belt as he approached the man, held back by two loyal militiamen placed under the MONTALT-IVANOVICH command. He waved his hand and within an instant the man was released. Silence filled the air, only split by the wailing of horse in the distance and the wind which blew hard upon the heights. Abruptly the deserter spake: "This war is over Captain! We've lost!" He cried, and doom became of the men around. The air blew hard and the clouds shifted black. He knew this man, a BRASCAN refugee who arrived under the care of the BULL OF MIDDEN right after himself. A friend he shared drink with night after night. He had even helped him write a line in one of his many poems. "What do we fight for!?" He pleaded. "Your cousins in Stassion?! They've pulled out! Abandoned us!" The lone eye of the Knight watched the pleading man, though still his lips did not part. "My people? Who's keep has been razed for nearly a decade?! Or your father, RADMIR, who stands in exile with the rest of the MERCENARIES!?!" The knight raised a singular gauntleted hand. Silence. Radmir lowered himself to one knee, and raised the man slowly. Turning to the surrounding militia he watched their faces which sat in terror and fright of the oncoming armies, for they were alone in the world. "My bones ache, friends, and my knees buckle under the weight of my armor which I have worn everyday for years." Radmir placed his foot unto a stump and removed his helm, it fell beside him thudding into the muddy ground fresh with rain. Wind blew his blood-red cape, soaked in water, dirt, and dried sanguine. "My hands numb from penned missives. My eye aches every night for I dream of how it was taken from me by those who call themselves warriors of GOD." "They will call you MARAUDERS. Yet, I have not seen you slay INNOCENTS... SAVAGES yet I have seen you urge CAUTION. MURDERERS yet I have seen you exercise MOST MERCY. IMPERIALISTS but it is not your banners which fly over FOREIGN NATIONS. They will not forget you, nor will they allow you to be FREE. Your entire lives you will be cast as EVIL and be whipped like SLAVES. But my friends, with all their slandering they forget who we truly are... MIDLANDERS take no quarter when none is given, MIDLANDERS fight to the MAN. MIDLANDERS do not FORGIVE, lest we FORGET. Those who started this war, truly, are long gone and have abandoned you to your fate for your honor became too much of you. As the APPOCOLPYSE nears, and DAEMONS approach our land marching in the thousands to the beat of INFERNAL drums, we stand. We are prepared to fight until our wrists limp, until the HOT RED BLOOD of our bodies lay SUCKED from their VEINS to feed the hunger of AGING PRINCES whose only claim to glory is that with ten times the number they slaughtered a weak foe- LET THEM COME. And when they march up this hill with their slings and arrows, let them shower our shields and splinter our spears- LET THEM COME. And should they slay me with their blades MINE BONES powered by GOD and COUNTRY will rise and fight their hordes for MY SOUL BLEEDS BURGUNDY- LET THEM COME!"
