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Date Posted: 00:01:57 03/29/06 Wed
The Mercenaries
Norman raised his sword up high. It glistened crimson in the morning sunlight. The gruesome battle had lasted all night with skirmishes still going on across the battlefield. Young faces and old faces were drawn from the exposure to battle. They had performed dynamically, but had lost much. The image of the battlefield was of a scarred wasteland filled with chaos. Mangled corpses lay everywhere and strangled cries rang across the expanse. Norman’s mercenaries had been gracious to fight along side the peasants defending what little they had from the Dragoon armies. The tide of the battle took a turn for the worse when more Dragoon reinforcements swarmed in and started dominating the battle. That’s when Norman came. A volley of arrows suddenly flew from over a hill a short distance away, reeking havoc on the enemy army. Kiat and Mora swooped in on their flying steeds and the tide turned for the better. Ada sent bolts of red lightning down on the enemy army while his brother, Odo, charged through the enemy lines. Marissa was everywhere. Her twin daggers flashing crimson and singing the song of death where ever she was. Then came Nanka, with his giant axes, smashing through the enemy defenses like brittle twigs. This battle took place on the outskirts of a small village.
Norman wasn’t always a sword for hire. He once lived among a very prosperous family. But, his father was abusive towards him because of his idealism that all men in the town learn swordplay. This lead to Norman leaving to pursue a career of a mercenary. A few days after he left, the castle went under siege. And when his father needed him the most, Norman didn’t come to his aid. The castle fell to the Dragoon army and his father was put to the sword. The Dragoon army was lead by the evil dragon, Othos. Othos soon changed even the most energetic, ambitious recruit into a hardened, unmerciful soldier because of his harsh training.
Norman analyzed what was left of the destroyed landscape, trying to count the casualties. There were far too many to be counted. They had won the battle, but at a very high cost. How many more of these cruel battles must he witness? Should he just stand back and watch as the world crumbles to the might of Othos when he can make a difference? It all became clear to him when he felt Marissa’s gentle touch on the arm.
He sheathed his sword with a determined fire in his eyes. He turned to his small band of highly trained mercenaries, Ada the mage, his brother Odo the warrior, Kiat the Pegasus knight, Mora the wyvern rider, Marissa the assassin, Rorek the archer, and finally, Nanka the berserker.
“Pack it up, and let’s move out!” he said. So they set off to destroy the Dragoon army and thwart Othos’ evil plan.
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