The second battle of the zecho-nerferian war was five days after the battle of Irock beach, where many men on both sides, including the Nerferian General Smeeshing Smeeshton's eldest son, Tullisten, This previous battle was a Nerferian victory, but losing thirty thousand men to gain about a mile of zecheria. if it continued like this, the Nerferians, with a little over 300,000 men left, could only take ten more miles of land.
The King of Zecheria, King Myson Zecher, sent his young nephew, Ser Harrin Zecher, son of the Zecherian Lord, Ean Zecher, to discuss negotiations, He also sent an envoy of ten heavily armed elite zecherian turtle riders to escort Ser Harrin, under a peace banner of course.
upon arriving on the sprawling Neferian camp was breath taking, " thousands and thousand of tents" Ser Harrin thought, dismayed. "It would be quite the war."
on the other side of the camp King Harat sat on a mound of pillows over looking a map of zecheria with pins on it, there was nobles all around the table, Ser Damren Kreel and Ser Grayden Castleman were arguing about attack plans up the Dorian Route beside the town of Greeneville when a squire stormed through the tent door
"Sire, A Zecherian Noble waits at the southern entrance to see you," He said breathlessly
"Rise Kadan" Says the king as he helps the boys up by the shoulders "Tell me, did the gatekeepers leave this knight un guarded?" King Harat asked and looked the boy in the eye
"Last I checked, Sergeant Dunsley, Private Thoran, Private Darak, Corpral Meeran, and Private Polliver where standing around this unnamed noble." Said the boy, now identified as Kadan.
"Tell Sergeant Dunsley to escort him into this tent, I would like to see this man." King Harat said, putting emphasis on the word escort and put his fingers through his mane of brown-red hair.
"Yes, Millord." Kadan replied and bolted to the door, bowed at the door way and ran through the camp. King Harat turned and all eyes in the tent were on him.
"Sire, what do you think this man has to say?" said one voice
"Im not sure yet." the king responded earnestly
"Who do you think it is, my king?" Said another voice
"I dont have the foggiest Idea." He said back
"Ooo I hope it is Uriah Sain, he was so handsome" Said a female voice
"Enough of this chatter!!" The king shouted and slammed a closed fist on the table, letting his temperamental problems get the best of him." I want everyone out this instant, save my kingsguard."
The crowd shuffled out of the room bowing curtly at the door. At this time Kadan was back, along with Sergeant Dunsley and Ser Harrin. The Sergeant and the boy both bowed at the door while the young knight walked straight in, The king took know offense in this however, recognizing him as a mere Youth, however the King was only thirty at this time, He addressed Ser Harrin with elegance.
"Welcome Knight of Zecheria, may I have your name, so I can know how to address who I am speaking to?" The King said cordially and propped his feet up on a cushion.
"I am Ser Harrin Zecher, son of Lord Ean Zecher, your highness." The newly named stranger said.
And although Ser Harrin said his name with pride and your highness thick with sarcasm, again the king took no offense "And what do you want to discuss, Ser Harrin? Perhaps peace terms, or better yet, Fealty?" The King Proposed and beamed at the new comer, he knew this kid wouldn't bend his knee, "all the Zechers were to bloody proud" He thought to himself
"No offense to the rightful ruler of the Nerferian Continent, but I would rather not swear an oath to you, instead I was thinking along the lines of a negotiations." Ser Harrin said vainly.
"What do you propose, Ser Harrin?" Said The king as he leaned forward.
"I propose That we meet at Tallback pass, where the Lords of both Factions could speak freely." Ser Harrin replied. "What do you say, King of Nerferia."
"I suppose that is acceptable, you are dismissed, Sergeant, please escort our...honored guest to the exit of camp." King Harat said to Sergeant Dunsley.
"Yes Sire." Dunsley barked in his heavy Smeeshtonic accent.
Now the king himself was to smart to go to this negotiation himself, in his place, he sent Lord Blaine Whitman, Ser Maxis Remaj, and Ser Flare Tallstark to Tallback pass, along with 500 men to the meeting for him. this ride on horse back to Tallback pass would take approximately three days
THREE DAYS LATER
The outriders of the zecherian envoy saw the Nerferians first. The First outrider they came apon was scared out of his wits, he stumbled to get away from Lord Whitman and his men, "Milord, Milord!!!" He heard the scared boy scream at the Zecherian camp, Shortly after this, Ser Harrin Zecher, Ser Morrus Kaen, and Ser Wengkor Strafe of Zecheria came out to meet the Nerferian entourage .
"Greetings good Ser," Said Ser Harrin to Lord Whitman, "Where is your Noble King?"
"He was... unable to come." Lord Whitman said in his sly way,"Our Liege has sent us in his place."
"It shall work as well I suppose." Ser Harrin said as he waved the Nerferians into the Pass of Tallback. The Zecherian's camp was centered in the Pass, seven hundred foot rock walls were on either side, a small gap, perhaps seventy feet, where the walls met. That is where the meeting would take place. Ser Harrin had taken the liberty to set up five thirty foot long tables for the men to sit at, Lord Blaine, Ser Maxis, and Ser Flare were set at the front, a large feast in front of them. The Nerferians hardly ate, but some of them drank wine heavily as the Leaders talked
"Now hear me, Ser Morrus, is it?" Ser Maxis Remaj said heatedly, "Take your damn treaty and get the Fuck out of here, you bloody traitor." He said referring to his defection 25 years ago under Ser Kellton
"I Think we will." Said Ser Morrus calmly, "Come Harrin and Wengkor." the Zecherians left calmy until Ser Harrin flicked his hand in the air and maded a few signs with his fingers
"What the Hell is he doing?" Lord Blaine said perplexed.
answering his quesion a rain of gunfire came apon the Nerferians from above, on either side of the pass, Zecherians placed musketeers,
"Fuck the damn bas-" Ser Maxis started but was cut off as a bullet went through his head. he fell backwards onto the ground. Some of the Nerferians tried to fight back, pulling guns out of holsters and off of there backs, but with their drunken personality, didnt have much luck and were put down easily. Lord Blaine had flipped a table and was pinned there with ten men, at least half were wounded. Ser Flare had a few bullets in his chest and abdomen was groaning on the ground. Lord Blaine went to the Dieing Ser Flare, his son in law and held Flare's head in his lap, In response Flare groaned a few seconds later, Lord Blaine was shot through the back and died laying on Ser Flare. In the end, 445 of the 500 Nerferians were dead or dying, while the other 55 were in captivity.
