The Scorched Earth
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Part 1
Smoke rises from the burnt grass. Corpses of various creatures and men lay about. The defenders hold off yet another attack, but at the cost of some of their own.
I looked around, making sure my friends were still alive. Most of them were, some were not. Worry? There is no time to worry. The orcs prepare for another wave of attackers. I pray those that fell will answer the call of the living, when they are asked. No time to think about that, they are coming again…
Wave after wave of orcs came, followed by their "allies." Giants, bugbears, goblins, and even the elements. Battle shouts are heard. Chanting of spells are heard. Death cries are heard. Until it is quiet again and the defenders are allowed brief moments of rest.
I rest and sleep, to only wake up to see that Im back at those gates. This land is torn because of this pointless war. Why do they do this? Why am I even here? To shape the land for defense? Is that why I have these gifts? To mold the natural land for some battle that doesn't even make sense?
They talk and argue about honor. About the enemy's corpses. I dont see why they do. They say for tradition and to respect them. I dont understand. The enemy do not respect us or the land. The defenders always argue, about every little thing. They take out frustrations on each other. I would give my opinion though, I will be ignored. I stay quiet and drown out their voices, thinking about other things. Things a husband or father would think of. I pray each day that I survive and return home to see my daughter. Just survive, that is all I need to do…
Wolf looks out over the battlefield, seeing the next wave of orcs heading straight for him. He lifts his sword and waits for them…
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