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Percival sat slumped on a chair in the great hall of Verdenholm keep, treating his wounds. For a supportive fighter, he had gained many, some which would leave a scar for the rest of his life. Ugly, puckered wounds that bled little by little. The roll of bandages on the table to his left grew smaller at a rapid pace. After treating 3 lacerations, he got into a routine. Wet, salve, wrap. Wet, salve, wrap. He could still hear the clamor of battle outside, but losing ferocity with every minute. With rhythm, each cut was covered up. Soon enough, he was draped with wrappings as the last wound met its tan-colored seal.
He put his shirt back on, and winced. Some wounds on his back weren't covered. Sighing, he gave up with the healing and pulled out a large parchment. Like a skald of the North, he thought to himself.
Percival pulled out a quill and inkwell and started to write.
He put his shirt back on, and winced. Some wounds on his back weren't covered. Sighing, he gave up with the healing and pulled out a large parchment. Like a skald of the North, he thought to himself.
Percival pulled out a quill and inkwell and started to write.
"The winds of the North breath sharply tonight.
Over fields of white stained in red
We stand silent amongst the slain
Feeling envious of the peaceful dead.
Still echoing somewhere yonder the mountains
Was the sound of sword and axe.
And the screams of men and women falling
Falling into the snow in their tracks.
A solemn ode is heard in the tundra.
As we remember those who fell in the flames
Of war and strife, we sing to thee.
As the Gods hear us praise your names.
The Battle of the Dreaded Dusk
May the 7th"
o--oOo--o
Today, a terrible battle was fought. Auxillian and her allies defended the town of Verdenholm against the Vampiric warriors of Alamut and Chronikatr. It was an unforgiving battle that costed the lives of many on both sides. Many allies came to the aid of Auxillian, and the tundra was haunted with a vast army that defended the fortifications atop Keep Hill. The bulk of the fighting was done near the waterfront.
We call this the Dreaded Dusk, for our only moments of respite were during the day. When the sun shrank down and gave way to night, we fought for our very lives. In the end, the attackers were pushed back by the combined forces of Auxillian, Lanilor, 9th Legion, Deathfist, Magnanimus, and other brave factions.
