Post by Erathor Pridenar on Jun 14, 2014 4:23:10 GMT -8
This is my entry to the restricted category of the LC16, for Loreos, in the Lands of Roawia roleplaying game. Enjoy!
LoR - For the Fallen by Erathor Pridenar of Loreos, on Flickr
Story:
Three soldiers gathered up Allaeus’ body and headed back towards the wall the Loreesi had cleared. Erathor knelt in the dust of the street, and a single tear ran down from his eye. He chided himself quickly. It wasn’t right for a leader to weep, not even for a friend and fellow soldier. Standing, Erathor turned towards the sound of many voices and tramping feet inside the gate. Yet another wave of Dragons moved to attack the Loreesi army.
“Remember those we have lost, those who fell for the good of our land!” Facing his men, sword in hand, Erathor tried to rouse them once again, for one final push deeper into the city. “Fight for them, if nothing else, and let their glorious memory inspire you to victory today. For the fallen!” A cheer rose up from the men. “FOR THE FALLEN!” Erathor turned and ran through the small archway as dozens of the Queen’s soldiers poured forward. Behind him, Archer and Bryke ran before a mass of scarlet and silver, yelling battle cries and clashing their weapons on their shields. This was Loreos at its greatest.
Archer’s arrows flew in all directions, taking down men as they threw themselves at him. To Erathor’s left, Sir Bryke was locked in combat with a large knight, and Erathor was cutting and slashing in the fray. Loreesi continued to stream out of the archway, and for a while neither army had the advantage. Then, slowly but surely, Erathor’s soldiers began to force the enemy to retreat as their numbers became overwhelming. If he ever felt like faltering Erathor thought of Allaeus, amongst all his other brave men, lying cold in the road, and he would raise Shard again, for those fallen for a great cause.
LoR - For the Fallen by Erathor Pridenar of Loreos, on Flickr
Story:
Three soldiers gathered up Allaeus’ body and headed back towards the wall the Loreesi had cleared. Erathor knelt in the dust of the street, and a single tear ran down from his eye. He chided himself quickly. It wasn’t right for a leader to weep, not even for a friend and fellow soldier. Standing, Erathor turned towards the sound of many voices and tramping feet inside the gate. Yet another wave of Dragons moved to attack the Loreesi army.
“Remember those we have lost, those who fell for the good of our land!” Facing his men, sword in hand, Erathor tried to rouse them once again, for one final push deeper into the city. “Fight for them, if nothing else, and let their glorious memory inspire you to victory today. For the fallen!” A cheer rose up from the men. “FOR THE FALLEN!” Erathor turned and ran through the small archway as dozens of the Queen’s soldiers poured forward. Behind him, Archer and Bryke ran before a mass of scarlet and silver, yelling battle cries and clashing their weapons on their shields. This was Loreos at its greatest.
Archer’s arrows flew in all directions, taking down men as they threw themselves at him. To Erathor’s left, Sir Bryke was locked in combat with a large knight, and Erathor was cutting and slashing in the fray. Loreesi continued to stream out of the archway, and for a while neither army had the advantage. Then, slowly but surely, Erathor’s soldiers began to force the enemy to retreat as their numbers became overwhelming. If he ever felt like faltering Erathor thought of Allaeus, amongst all his other brave men, lying cold in the road, and he would raise Shard again, for those fallen for a great cause.