'What am I?'The corridors echoed with the sound of the explosion and Azerial smiled grimly, though it never reached his eyes, and he continued on. He descended from the top level to the second, stopping at various point to make sure defensive preparation were progressing smoothly, then at the armoury, he made sure all the remaining weapons were distributed effectively. ‘Remember two archers to a slit, along with a single pikeman’ he reiterated to the sergeants and the other under officers. ‘I want the regular foot soldiers on the wall and the cavalry ready near the sally port; we lost the city but I’ll be damne'What am I?'
'What's a Xenkain?'Valeria stopped in front of a pair of large, utilitarian doors on one of the higher levels of the castle. ‘What is the condition of our captains? All I know is that they’re all out.’ Shifting uneasily Valeria hesitated, refusing to look at Azerial, ‘Makoe is dead, ripped apart by a troll, Vilner won’t last much longer, he was gutted by a group of goblins. Balthor and Xane are unconscious but they’ll live.’ With a sudden movement Azerial shoved the doors open, they with the walls with a loud crack, making Raize’s surgeon jump. ‘Make it quick General,’ the mercenary said.'What's a Xenkain?'
Prologue: So it begins.The sentry’s silvered armour glinted in the late afternoon sun, as he slowly made his way around the walls of the fort that was his home. As usual it was only himself and another man on the walls, the only time there were more was just before and just after noon. The young man looked down into the courtyard of the fort, at the large water clock sitting there, four hours after noon. ‘Still another four hours of my shift left,’ he thought absently as he looked out into the nearby scrub nearly dropping his spear. Coming towards the fortress were at least four companies of mercenaries, the sentry stood and watchedPrologue: So it begins.
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I have violent episodes brought on by pool noodles
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
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By the Wings of Death
By the Hands of Hope
Keep your sword and wits sharp
Your shield and heart steady.
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I have violent episodes brought on by pool noodles
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
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By the Wings of Death
By the Hands of Hope
Keep your sword and wits sharp
Your shield and heart steady.
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I have violent episodes brought on by pool noodles
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
if you need any help your free to ask me,
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I used to be with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems scary and wierd. It'll happen to you." - Abe Simpson
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