Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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The sun was high, shining through the partly cloudy sky. Aden sat on the ground under the shade of the courthouse canopy, he looked up and observed the rooftop unit. This was the third day since they arrived and he hoped it would last until the harpies were gone.
The cut wounds on his back he got from yesterday's task still stung him sometimes when the wounds grazed against his new leather gambeson.
Some of the recon knights took a rest and some of them stood guard, which is now Ser Percival and Ser Cedric's turn. They were taking turns and they needed to keep sharp just like they did in the campfire before entering the mountain range. There were always two recon knights manned the post on the rooftop.
Again, this is the quality of the imperial knights, they were disciplined and always moved or took decisions in unison, unlike Jinns who had more loose space in discipline and relied on improvisation and individual skills in battle.
In the holy wars where Crusaders from Wessen fought against Ruhimi joint forces, the Crusaders were known to have minimum casualties. The Crusaders were not as skilled individuals as Jinns but when it came to fighting in a group they were very cohesive as one body.
Some Jinns may say it was because they were people who were afraid to die thus making them more cohesive but Aden sees it more as practicality, anything that wins the war is a means to an end.
the ground unit seems like they are still fresh. they only had a few actions, some harpies flew close by just like yesterday—nothing more. they were sitting under the shade of the courthouse concrete canopy. Eating and drinking are the same as what the rooftop units have.
Sat by Aden's left side is Hjalmar, on his right, is Oliver and Victor by the side of Oliver. It was a slow day for the rescue party in this harpy mission even the Captain let Victor wander downstair and mingle with the ground unit. Aden hoped that it would be like this until they completed their mission.
Watching the partly cloudy sky with a couple of harpies hovering far away on the top of their head, even arrows couldn't reach them let alone hwachas that could not aim targets located straight up their head.
Aden recalled the horrifying sight when all the harpies were met by the Hwachas arrows barrages. wave after wave they were repelled. their agonizing scream about being torn apart by the arrows still echoes in Aden's ears. Their bodies tumbled down like leaves in the autumn.
The ground units settled down for a well-deserved respite, the sun beating down upon them from its zenith. They retrieved their simple yet nourishing rations - thick slabs of travel bread accompanied by strips of cured beef jerky, the perfect sustenance for warriors on the move.
Hjalmar tore into the jerky with gusto, his jaw working as he chewed the tough, salted meat. "Not bad," he mumbled around a mouthful. "Could use a bit more spice though."
