trustyside-kick
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Some people would call me a scholar, but I just choose wisely with my words. Others would call me a man of god, a preacher. I have my beliefs, and fear the Almighty for his presence is indeed here, but I do not praise him. Many would go to call me a prophet, believing that my stories fortell possible future events, but I merely re-tell tales of the past, no trickery in this.
I am none of these. So who am I? That matters not. I am untamable, bearing ties to no one. My alliegance lies not with the elves, nor the dwarves, nor even the humans. My heritage, bears little, next to no importance in why I am here. I have been away from home, for so long, after I have told my tale, you too will have forgotten me, for I will not be here afterwards. I am a recluse. I am a hermit. I am a nomad. I am an outcast. But you may call me Caed.
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I am none of these. So who am I? That matters not. I am untamable, bearing ties to no one. My alliegance lies not with the elves, nor the dwarves, nor even the humans. My heritage, bears little, next to no importance in why I am here. I have been away from home, for so long, after I have told my tale, you too will have forgotten me, for I will not be here afterwards. I am a recluse. I am a hermit. I am a nomad. I am an outcast. But you may call me Caed.
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Ballad of Saints ~ Verse XII said:...The sword which Kelvin continues to work on is finally ready for cooling. He places it into a bucket of water to do such a task, and he runs back over to the other side of the forgery, and pulls out another piece of metal out of the furnace. He grabs his hammer as he sets the piece of hot metal upon his anvil, and starts to hit away at it with all sense of urgency. One cannot be without some sort of protection, no matter how good a swordsman is. Without but a few pieces of armor, he is still vulnerable to harm. Luckily, he just has to make a few finishing touches on this last piece of metal as his sword cools.
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Magus' men advance throughout the small town, causing Elwin and Drake to fall back behind the baker's house, as they re-address their means of strategy. Before they had the advantage of their enemy coming from one direction: west. But now, the Caldorian soldiers are in the city deep enough, that they could easily encircle the small group of men--young and old--who stay to defend their homes with Elwin and Drake.
They find it hard to find silence to be able to hear each other, but try to make due. All throughout the town, horrifying shrieks and roars boom.
"The bastards let howlers run loose in our village! But try not to listen to them, men! We have to keep strong!"
Elwin walks over to Drake, speaking but a whisper almost. He wishes to not lower the morale of the group of men before him. They are not soldiers, just average citizens defending what matters to them most. What hope they can hang on to is all they have.
"...It would seem we are starting to lose room to hide and run to, gentlemen. I'm afraid we may have lost."
"Don't say that, Drake! You got word to the Dragon Riders, did you not? Didn't expect you to be back so quickly. Although I suppose--"
"I handed the task to a small boy after saving his life. He goes as we speak now, hiding behind these walls of brick, wood, and straw, to light up one of the beacons. When my brother and the other Dragon Riders see the radiant flame, hopefully it will be enough. If not, I instructed the boy to blow the Great Horn of Keltor."
"All this, in the hands of a small boy?"
"What was I to do, Elwin? Run and do it myself? You need me here, at the frontlines. We do not exactly have trained men here. We must deal with what we have. I couldn't bare the thought of weakening the unit with my absence. I'm more use here, in the brink of battle."
Elwin turns back to the group of men, seeing how his little argument with Drake grabbed their attention a bit perhaps too much. But rather show expression of fear, if anything they look determined to feel just the opposite: brave. The War has slipped into their backyard, if they do not do something now, the rest of the Kingdom may suffer.
"Alright, then. We can only hope the little lad pulls through. So, let's give him the time he needs, boys! Let's use the home field advantage, and strike at these Caldorian cretins when they least expect! Are you with me?!"
The peasants and townfolk all raise their weapons and arms into the air as they cheer in reaction, and Drake turns to Elwin, unable to hide the worry in his eyes. Elwin shakes it off, and takes some of the townsfolk with him, the others with Drake...
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