by Godzilla Forever » Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:13 am
As the men went back to their posts or retired for the day, and city and her peoples fell into a uneasy slumber, Draco looked out into the night from the walls of Freyr-Lunge, watching the Pyre burn. What had he done? Sure, he could get men from the fortresses of Snowmourne and Frostbane, but he had gotten his country into a vicious battle with an unknown army. Shame filled the once arrogant king's eyes. He wanted his kingdom to fight, but was it worth the cost in men? Had Zazikel betrayed him in favor of someone better? These things haunted Draco's mind, as the flames danced in the moonlight and colored the mountain pass blood red.
"Draco?" The king turned to see his friend Immanis. "It is late, my friend. You should get some rest."
"I know." Draco looked down from the castle walls. "There is much for me to think about, and little time to do it."
"There is always time to get the job done, Draco," Immanis said. He wasn't too smart himself, but time had made him wise, and taught him that patience was a virtue. Draco still had time to learn.
"We have no allies, Immanis," Draco growled. "We lost over 300 men tonight alone. If they come back, we might not survive the next fight."
"Nonsense," Immanis replied with a hearty chuckle. "Even in the darkest times, there will always be hope."
"Hope is not enough to lead a kingdom to conquer all the known world," Draco replied hastily.
"If not hope, then vengeance will fuel us," Immanis said. "Tonight's fight is more than enough inspiration for them to continue fighting."
Draco sighed. Immanis simply did not understand. He didn't KNOW how difficult it will be to inspire people who have lost many dear to them, nor did he udnerstand the cost of manpower it would be in order for him to keep his plans going.
"Let's go, Draco." Immanis headed back to the palace, and Draco followed. Some of the guards had built a wooden wall, reinforced with thick boards from behind, in the meantime until the gate could be repaired. It had been a long night, and all of them deserved to rest....
"Yes please," one of the stalkers croaked in very poor Asterian. His fell beast looked pretty tired, not only being the smallest one in the flock, but it also had been hurt when Bardhvadok broke free from the steel ropes.
Sharavuras could see Mara's irritation. He sympathized fully, but what was he to do? Kill them all? They were too valuable an ally to let them go to waste. Soon, they reached another metal door, guarded by two more chaos dwarves. These, however, recognized Shavuras instantly and let him pass. The Castellan beckonned for Mara to follow, and quickly. He knew how much dwarven partying could get out of hand.... and they certainly wouldn't pass up on a half-demon woman to... help it along.
"If none can know what lies ahead, then losing one's way is just human nature."~ Yoshimitsu
"Would you hear my desire? To take this foul blade, and use it to blot out the light forever!" ~ Ganondorf