battle

Eduwiges of Faldham was content. The night before was the best night’s sleep she’d had in years. The day after her excursion at the Kheledul docks, her friend Addiela introduced her to Orduin of Aldburg. Orduin had somehow left the Mark where he and his father bred and trained the Mearas for the king and became a master blacksmith in Bree-town.

Domruth stands in the middle of the circle that is in the middle of the water that is more than knee deep. Around her are the ruins and from all over one can hear chanting in a strange language. Domruth holds two curved swords and her raven black hair flow to her right but... There is no wind.

The ground trembles, not enough to unbalance the company but they can feel it and the skeletal hands that come out of it clutching weapons soon acquire arms, heads and the rest of their bodies. A quick glance would say that there are more than thirty, equipped with all kinds of weapons and shields, spears, swords, axes, hammers and halberds.

Jonn stretched out his limbs, preparing for his first morning constitutional in far too long. It had been some six weeks since receiving the injuries that required him to recover for so long, and he had done his best to heed his elf-healer's orders not to push himself. The rest was necessary to make sure he mended properly, but when he tried hefting his large shield and felt how much heavier it seemed than before, he realized enough was enough. It was time to start getting back into fighting shape.

Battle raged about Seronaer, the screeches of orcs and the roars of trolls mixed with the battle cries of men and elves and the clatter of steel and wood. It was messy, the ashen ground was turned muddy with blood as the mountain before them spewed yet more foul ash into the air.

Death!

Gæded's heart raced as she stood before the closed gate. It was coming. These men, these soldiers, would fight for their home. So would she.

Death!

She felt slightly afraid, but she did not let it show. She was one of the eorlingas. She had to be brave.

Death!

She looked around her, at the men. Their golden hair glinted in the sunlight and their eyes sparkled with fear, excitement and determination. She felt those feelings too - she was not alone.

Death!