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Emperor
Prince Vold IV stood upon the grand walls of Valdakva. He watched as the sun set on another day of fighting. The stench of war wafted all around him. He alone was the Emperor's favorite and given the task of the capital's defenses. The Emperor had been ordered to flee to safety when the news of the invasion was announced. Vold could taste in the air every cry for help. Vold lived for war. His ambition was above all his brothers and generals.
Vold could not tell what lay on the horizon. Help seemed to far away to hope for. It was merely a distraction. To count on the deeds of others or of any being was absurd. It took one's mind from the task at hand, it made you weak and feeble. It made you cower hoping fate would save you. But to cower was to invite death. Vold refused to do such a thing. Outnumbered he knew it, but if death was to be his fate, he would make his last moments the most famous. He would stand against the endless army's sword in hand calling the cry of his people.
Vold was prepared to kill himself if need be. His dagger sheathed in his belt. Vold strode down from the walls to face his men. He took up his horse and rode to the tents where the men slept. It was a hard thing for Vold to see. His men were battered hurt. There bodies seemed ready to give, but in their eyes he saw bravery, endurance, discipline, pride. Vold stood before the camp.
"Men yyou have fought beside me longer than any general could ask for. We outnumbered and darkness is all around us. We stand a small pinnacle of light in an endless labrynth. Many would give up and abandon freedom. We fight this enemy for our identity. We lose this war and we lose who we are as a people.
They have come for our blood, but they shall drown in their own. We have fought great feats and rose above common men. The Emperor may be gone but he is with us. His words his truth flows through our blood. We are the Emperor's finest, are we not. Do we throw down our swords like defeated men, NO!
We stand before them. I do not know about you. I do not know your feelings but I can tell you mine. I will fight to the death. It is better to die for the Empire than live for yourself. To live the rest of your days as old peasants. Recalling the days of old when you once marched under the flags of your forefathers until you abandoned that life. Slowly living your life out until death catches up. Or will you stand before death. Will you snarl in his face as our ancestors did.
We all are hardened by how our Lord has blessed our bodies through brutal winters. He has tested us all our life to be able to fight this enemy. We may be able to ride out and cut him down. Behind these walls we stand our ground.
Remember no matter what happens, the enemy can take away our land, our families, even our honor, but he can never take away our pride and who we are. There may come a time when I fall in battle, when the world seems to crash down upon you. But you must all be prepared to not fall to temptation. You must fight on, you must all be strong.
When if ever the enemy comes over these walls. We will blow the Horn of Mord and charge one final charge. We will then meet our destiny. Whatever destiny hold no one can know. We shall charge we will bleed. And here I shall bleed for my home, Lord, and land."
The Prince pulled out his dagger and sliced a cut across his stomach.
"Now will you stand by me, not as servants, but as equals. Will we stand together as Mordvins and fight?"
One man in the middle rose. "For the Empire, I shall stand by your side."
Vold looked to the wall and he looked at his men, "I will not fail you my brothers!"
Vold could not tell what lay on the horizon. Help seemed to far away to hope for. It was merely a distraction. To count on the deeds of others or of any being was absurd. It took one's mind from the task at hand, it made you weak and feeble. It made you cower hoping fate would save you. But to cower was to invite death. Vold refused to do such a thing. Outnumbered he knew it, but if death was to be his fate, he would make his last moments the most famous. He would stand against the endless army's sword in hand calling the cry of his people.
Vold was prepared to kill himself if need be. His dagger sheathed in his belt. Vold strode down from the walls to face his men. He took up his horse and rode to the tents where the men slept. It was a hard thing for Vold to see. His men were battered hurt. There bodies seemed ready to give, but in their eyes he saw bravery, endurance, discipline, pride. Vold stood before the camp.
"Men yyou have fought beside me longer than any general could ask for. We outnumbered and darkness is all around us. We stand a small pinnacle of light in an endless labrynth. Many would give up and abandon freedom. We fight this enemy for our identity. We lose this war and we lose who we are as a people.
They have come for our blood, but they shall drown in their own. We have fought great feats and rose above common men. The Emperor may be gone but he is with us. His words his truth flows through our blood. We are the Emperor's finest, are we not. Do we throw down our swords like defeated men, NO!
We stand before them. I do not know about you. I do not know your feelings but I can tell you mine. I will fight to the death. It is better to die for the Empire than live for yourself. To live the rest of your days as old peasants. Recalling the days of old when you once marched under the flags of your forefathers until you abandoned that life. Slowly living your life out until death catches up. Or will you stand before death. Will you snarl in his face as our ancestors did.
We all are hardened by how our Lord has blessed our bodies through brutal winters. He has tested us all our life to be able to fight this enemy. We may be able to ride out and cut him down. Behind these walls we stand our ground.
Remember no matter what happens, the enemy can take away our land, our families, even our honor, but he can never take away our pride and who we are. There may come a time when I fall in battle, when the world seems to crash down upon you. But you must all be prepared to not fall to temptation. You must fight on, you must all be strong.
When if ever the enemy comes over these walls. We will blow the Horn of Mord and charge one final charge. We will then meet our destiny. Whatever destiny hold no one can know. We shall charge we will bleed. And here I shall bleed for my home, Lord, and land."
The Prince pulled out his dagger and sliced a cut across his stomach.
"Now will you stand by me, not as servants, but as equals. Will we stand together as Mordvins and fight?"
One man in the middle rose. "For the Empire, I shall stand by your side."
Vold looked to the wall and he looked at his men, "I will not fail you my brothers!"
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