A young lordling stood on the wide field of green-grey, air foul with decay and his small army of thousand brimming the ground from the lordling to the walls. Proudly they stood those walls, though even they could feel the shivering beating hearts of men who were afraid of what was to happen and too afraid to flee from the field as well, for when the lordling called, you had to answer. And it ought be no different.
And so they stood on the field of lands of Erador, under dark greyed sky, northern wind tearing through men's ears like needles, their hands tightening on the blades. And there was anticipation, the long wait for the hammering which was heard from faraway, yet it seemed to be getting closer and closer, louder and louder as the ground quivered together with it.
And there was no doubt in lordling's eyes many would fall like a line of dominoes for their opponent was too powerful to overcome. But there was duty to obey, just like the man of the sentinel brotherhood had it when he foretold them of upcoming war which gave them at least little time to alarm the peoples, to prepare for battle.
A fiery plunder is coming, and a great storm is upon us, the lordling remembered and shuddered at the words spoken by the elves. They were right. An enemy had risen from the dead. And now he finally understood.
If I fall tonight, I shall die in a great death. And a great death of a fighter shall it be indeed.
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