Memories
| Author: | a dreamer |
| | (Story) |
| Posted: | 26 Nov 2009 - 5:11 AM |
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Staring deep into the fire she gazed into the depths of her soul seeing all the victory, defeat, death and destruction from glorious battles and massive wars. Things had been quiet lately and not many people seemed to be around, the streets were bare and lifeless besides the merchants trying to sell their goods. Pondering on all the old warriors she used to proudly stand beside healing them with her music while sending her army deep into the battle to aid the brave souls who risked life and limb for the victory of the queen. No enemy ever stood a chance when they grouped together and worked like a well oiled machine. Thinking back to a wonderful battles against some of the oldest of foes who on numerous occasions attack and attempted to seize or overrule some of her majesty's towns.
Many hordes of men, animals, creatures and abominations attacked with some of the most deadliest of force and some even achieved to over run a town but it was never for long. The determination of the realms swordsmans, bards, archers, mages and healers when they bunched together and charged forward with tactical attacks would always overcome anything that was thrown at them. Many would fall in these battles and many would strive forward and take hold of everything they could in any attempt to free a town from the grips of the enemy.
One battle in particular lingered in her mind, a suicide mission against some ferocious orcs that took over a mountain town and made it their fortress. Many fought through the wilderness in attempt to get close enough to even see the walls of what was once known as a wonderful peaceful village. Large groups banded together and engaged the enemy only to fall prey beneath the might of the beasts and the stronghold they had transformed the town into. Hours upon hours went by and many of the queens protector had fallen and had to take leave from the battle due to serious injuries or sheer exhaustion.
The sky grew darker as nightfall set in and bodies littered the swamps, most of the brave souls where far to beaten up to continue any assault against the enemy. A few gallant wanderers that lingered around into the night and usually could be found fighting together sought each other out and grouped together to try find a path through the deep swamps that was a little less guarded and get in by a back path to the walls of the town.
The small group slowly worked their way through the thick muddy swamp land slaughtering anything they came across that made any attempt to stand in the way of the victory that was set into their minds. Closer and closer they got to the walls of the town with the foul stench of orc corpses piling behind them, they had gotten further then any of the earlier attempts to storm the gates. Finally after such a fierce battle the small group could see the town and the extreme force of archers that lined the top of the walls. After careful deliberation and some quick intelligence on the enemy the group decided it would be wise to retreat down the path they had created and give word to the queen so an army could follow the trail at first light and suprise the orcs and let them taste the death that was well deserved against their kind.
Thinking how much she missed those great battles and the old faces that used to welcome her to aid them she extinguished the fire and she wandered off into the night.
