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"My orders were to get my men to  Hititi a major port on the other side of the Kingdom of Dholitt. I was under orders to sustain the fewest number of casualties en route and capture the largest number of cities and fortresses."

"My men knew only one thing when I was given command of the offensive, and that was that we were to do the impossible. They didn't trust me, I couldn't blame them."

"To them I was just a name passed down through the lists as commander after commander laughed at the prospect, until some idiot dared accept. My first observation was how low moral was."

"I remember walking through their ranks on first inspection, deciding that they would do fine before addressing them. I grabbed a crate I remember, jumped onto it to address them. 'You men are about to win a war.' I remember telling them first and foremost, 'You are going to do that which most every man has called impossible. You are going to crush the heart of a nation.' Some of them laughed, others remained silent."

"We began our expedition in the early spring, by the gods wasn't it muddy. And the rain, gods, I thought we would be lost before we barely had a chance to start..."

"But we survived the rains and the floods, soggy and missing much of our supplies. We pressed on however, a second force was to follow us and ensure that our supply rout was always open. Hmph, bloody bastards had a hell of a time keeping up..."

"Regardless, we made our way into the end of spring and the plains of the Dholitt. We were beyond the 'safety' of our own borders, we had entered into the war. The Dholitt made sure we knew that."

"There is a certain noise than an arrow makes as it slices through the air beside your head, it's almost a low whistling noise. The thump of it striking one of your men however, that noise is one to never be forgotten."

"Skirmishers, not much more than local militia, became a quick problem. They never struck in force, preferring to wait until we began to set camp and launch vollies of barbed arrows into our midst."

"The cruelty of a barbed arrow is not when the projectile strikes, oh no, it's when the man is forced to remove it. You know how a barb works of course, it prevents something from coming out, and when that something is an arrow driven through a man's thigh, the only thing to do is push the head the rest of the way through."

"We learned real quick to send out scouting parties in search of these bands of militia. Just having additional patrols helped in toning back the attacks on the main force, however our patrols were small enough for the militia to engage in true combat."

"The first patrols we sent out returned without a scratch, that lasted a week and a half. Then the local militias decided to test our mettle. Patrols would come back with two thirds of their number missing, only to be found the next day, their corpses hung along the roads or mutilated and displayed on spikes."

"These acts of cruelty took a heavy toll on morale and the men started calling the patrols 'Suicide sweep.' We always cut down the men who were hung and gave them all proper burials. It helped with morale a little, seeing that we weren't just leaving our fellows to the crows."

"We suffered a full month of this before we finally broke. What broke us was finding one of our men, lacerations up both legs, both arms, and a design warning death carved into his chest. The poor sod had been alive when we'd found him... The torment and pain he must have gone through before we finally found him... He sobbed when I sat beside him, I asked him only two things."

"I asked him what beast had done this to him. 'Dholitt Dogs...' He had replied, and I asked him what he wanted of them. His answer was vengeance."

"Outrage filled my camp when it was revealed what this man had gone through. My men wanted blood. We had been told to leave as much of the civilian population be as we could. But something had changed, we were told to expect a people who were tired of war and who would submit. We found a people who declared a personal war upon us."

"And we responded with fire."

"Gods have mercy upon our souls for what we did after, for we gave no mercy, we set the villages to the torch and put their people to the sword. There was a lust for blood of which I had never seen before. We offered no quarter. Villages were burned to the ground, homes collapsed on those within, trapped within the fiery hell upon which we unleashed. We left nothing but ash and ruins in our wake. The people may have been innocent, most of them were I am sure, but how do you determine those who are innocent from those who are not?"

"We killed everyone and everything, men, women and children alike. Those who tried to resist were subjugated and forced to watch as their homes, their very lives were destroyed in front of them. We would behead them after. A quick end to their suffering."

"As the month wore on we found that there were no militia skirmishers to harass us. No arrows in the night, no tents set ablaze.  Our patrols went unhindered and villages were abandoned at our arrival. The people were afraid."

"Our expedition had worn into the early summer by the time we encountered a true army. Word had spread throughout the Kingdom and we found a young lord, I cannot remember his name now, who had dug himself and his forces into a position from which we would not be able to pry them."

"We tried however, we sent first an emissary, a man of wisdom supposedly, he arrived with one of our supply wagons one day and informed us of how he was to attempt to negotiate with any lords of Dholitt. So we let him."

"His treatment was as I had expected. He had been welcomed to come to the lines of the young lord, his screams filled the air only a short time later. His head was returned to us, his body was displayed on a spike."

"The men had joked about how his robes seemed to make a good flag around which the Dholitt rallied around, something like hiding behind their mothers skirts."

"We let that young lord keep his dirt fort, for that was all his position was, a small hill with ditches and trenches dug around the front and sides. I will give him some credit, we wouldn't be assaulting him where he was."

"And so, we went around him and his fort, letting the boy keep playing in the mud as one of my sergeants commented."
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I can haz Helmet? by Bloodrebel
I can haz Helmet?
So yeah, been on a bit of a medieval kick recently, hoping to put together a set of armor.
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War had dragged on, despair ran rampant throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Five long years of death and destruction had destroyed the lives of thousands. Children turned to orphans, wives turned into widows, husbands with no families left, fields burned, villages and towns pillaged. It was only in the sixth year of fighting did the lords of the seven kingdoms finally come together, not as foes, but as equals whose kingdoms had all had enough suffering. They met on the steeps of Mount Gefterdain in a grove of olive trees, this council lasted for five weeks, and at long last, there was peace between the kingdoms once more.

Rorick Hayden was a lieutenant in the King’s cavalry, he had left his beloved wife when the call to arms had first been sounded, promising to her that he would return soon. But that was five years ago now.

The city looked as though it had been abandoned by all color, that was Rorick's first thought as he and his fellows rode through the city gates, he remembered the streets, usually full of merchants from all over the world, their attire vibrant hues, telling colorful tales of how rare and better their stock was than that of their competitors. Ladies laughing as they talked and wandered from vendor to vendor, guards in black and white surcoats patrolling the streets a fierce contrast to the people around them.

There was none of that now though, beggars and urchins wandered the streets, ragged patchwork clothes hanging on thin frames, starved dogs hunted through the alleys, searching for scraps of food that weren’t there. Shops and homes boarded up, no life in them, there were a few people who greeted the returning soldiers, yet most just stared.

The clopping of the Calvary horses echoed throughout the dull streets, filth piled in front of houses, men began breaking off, returning to their homes, some happily, glad to see their wives and children again, some in despair, no wife or children left. It was a long few hours as the men broke off, one by one, until it was only Rorick.

He stood before his home, situated in a far corner of the city, the gated garden in front was unbarred, the gateman nowhere to be seen. He dismounted, patting his steed lightly, and pushed the gate open, leading his horse inside. Rorick looked upon the front of his house in despair, all the shutters were closed but the ones on the windows to his own chambers.

He tethered his mount, and stepped to the entryway, pushing open the door, he could feel that the inside of the house was cold, no fire blazed in the great fireplace, no candles were lit on the mantle, melted wax had pooled and hardened on the dining table, no servants had come to greet him. Walking through his home felt like a nightmare come to life.

He found no one in the kitchens, no one in his study, no one in the servants quarters, no one in the house at all, the only room he had left to search was his own. His footsteps were heavy as he trudged up the stairs, dust coated every surface. He stopped at his own door, his hands shaking as he reached for the knob, his whole world seemed to have slowed as he opened the door, sunlight catching the dust in the air, there was not a soul in his room he saw. He noticed his wife, or someone had left out her favorite dress, it was laid upon the bed, where his wife would sleep. He shuffled over, despair filling him, he saw a ring, his wife’s wedding ring, with a scrolled up piece of paper tucked in it.

His whole body began to shake as he picked up the ring and paper, unrolling it to see what it said, reading through the paper and coming to the end of his wife’s final address to him he slumped to the floor and began to sob...
Fateful Reunion
Right in the feels man... Or at least that's what I was aiming for.
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Smoke and fire dotted the horizon, the harsh rumble of battle in the distance, the cries of men fighting for their lives, but on the cliffs above the field of battle an unnatural calm had settled upon two opposing men. Thunder rumbled and lightning sparked across the blackening skies, the light patter of rain striking the dry ground arose. It was as if a stage had been set and it was simply waiting for actors to begin the final scene...

It had come down to this, one last meeting. The two figures circled each other, one matching the other, step by step. Two predators hunting the same prey, come to face one another at long last... The wind had come up, howling across the fields, rain soaked into the two, yet none of these factors came into play, for all was calm between the two...

The two knew that only one of them would step away from this cliff, that one of them must suffer defeat here, there would be no more stand stills, no more draws. Here, now, only one victory was possible. Death was the only other option...

The battle was joined with no ceremony, no starting bell, it began with a strike, the spinning of a blade through the air, storm be damned the battle had begun. It was now that there was no turning back, no retreat, no surrender, only victory, or death, which would decide upon which predator the land would be preyed upon by.

It was in a single moment that the fate of the battle was decided, a single cut which shattered one predator, the writer's mind shattering from within. Words and lines spilled out from his pen onto paper, it was now that the deciding factor had been found... And the calm which had been the center of the writers mind had deteriorated. Wind and rain, sound and light came crashing in... What had happened? And what, was to happen further?
Of Battling
When there can be no clear answer I know not how to continue.
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United States
My name is Dempsey Oliver. I love to Role play, write, and take photo's. I'm currently in high school. I play American Football and I'm an avid chess player and fisherman. I love listening to music, especially TwoStepsFromHell. I aim to join the Military after high school.


Current Residence: Clifton, ME
Favourite genre of music: Classical, Country, Metal, Classic Rock
Operating System: Windows 7
Favourite cartoon character: Elmer Fud
Personal Quote: Victory and Defeat are both a state of mind.
Interests

What is in a day?

A year?

What does a birthday mean?

Is it not just another day?

Just another day,

That begins another year,

In a life that is lived by only one person?


What makes a birthday so special?

Do we not expect to survive to the next year?

Do we really expect that a celebration,

To signify the lasting of another year,

Should be of great concern?

That living another year in your life,

Is something that needs celebration?



Had a relatively crappy birthday.
  • Mood: Gloomy
  • Listening to: March of the Templars
  • Playing: Minecraft

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masterlevan1 Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Student Writer
Wow!!!! You didn't have to donate points to me, bud! Thank you so much! That is very nice of you, seriously. I didn't expect something like that. I'm speechless :hug:
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Bloodrebel Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Don't worry about it Honestly, It was a Random Act of Kindness, enjoy it and perhaps pass it on one day soon~
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masterlevan1 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Student Writer
Aww well thanks again :hug: 
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Bloodrebel Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Of course~
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writerELEASE Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Student Writer
Hello there! Thank you for joining :iconnurturing-narratives: :dummy: Great to have you with us :) Welcome!
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Bloodrebel Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Why hello! It is a pleasure to have joined a group that seems to have a decent community and I hope to perhaps make a few new friends and find a good read or two!
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writerELEASE Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Student Writer
:squee:
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Bloodrebel Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
^^
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TemporalTwins Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday!
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Bloodrebel Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks man!
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