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THE DAWN
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On the fourteenth of May the rebel force gathered for the last time. Five thousand weary, weather-beaten soldiers in soaked leather armour, armed with wooden clubs and staves. All of them were starving, all of them were sleep-deprived, but all of them had a cause in common; hope. The hope of overthrowing the Emperor.
Across the plain were their opponents in their glinting multitudes: twenty thousand of the Emperors best footsoldiers, fresh from the White Peaks, three hundred miles to the north. All of them in steel breastplates and chainmail coifs, armed with cruel swords and menacing, black pikes.Behind them stood hundreds of grim faced archers, clusters of arrows at their sides.
At dawn the horn blew. With an earsplitting roar the Royal Mountain Cavalry charged at the ill-fated rebels, hacking and slashing in an unnatural bloodlust.
Forty minutes later, the foot soldiers from the White Peaks descended on the remnants of the rebels like starving vultures. No prisoners were taken. The wounded were dispatched of in the same way as thousands around the Empire were on that bloody day. A single thrust to the chest. Quick and painless. But murder all the same.
One battle among hundreds. No more bloody. No less painful for the family's of the dead.
Fourteenth of May.
A day to remember...
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The Hunted
FantasyWelcome to a new world, a world of pain and death, corruption and misery. But out of the darkness a new spark is coming. It's time... For a revolution.
