The great plains laid before him. His sword was in hand. Armies gathered on the field below, fighting for this land. The land of Fallonar.
"My Lord?" His page asked.
He grunted a reply.
"What do you decide?" The page nervously inquired.
"Keep fighting. This land of ours must be protected at all costs. We cannot let these Admirinian....... filth desecrate our land."
"But our army is weak. They are tired, and, any day now, it will turn on itself. They don't see the worth in fighting anymore." His page said.
"DAMN THEM! Bloody cowards, they are. The lot of them."
He turned his attention back to the battle. His army was indeed dwindling. The battle would soon be over, and all would be lost. He thrust his sword point first into the ground, furious.
"My Lord?" His page asked.
He grunted a reply.
"What do you decide?" The page nervously inquired.
"Keep fighting. This land of ours must be protected at all costs. We cannot let these Admirinian....... filth desecrate our land."
"But our army is weak. They are tired, and, any day now, it will turn on itself. They don't see the worth in fighting anymore." His page said.
"DAMN THEM! Bloody cowards, they are. The lot of them."
He turned his attention back to the battle. His army was indeed dwindling. The battle would soon be over, and all would be lost. He thrust his sword point first into the ground, furious.
