Lore Pieces #5

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⠀⠀⠀⠀The night had been long, restless. Even after the triumph at Rifthain, the weight of the journey ahead pressed down on Aglovan’s shoulders. The path leading from the city was narrow, hemmed in by thick underbrush and towering trees, dark and foreboding. Every step felt like an invitation for something unseen to strike from the shadows. His men, usually resolute, now walked in uneasy silence. Their ears strained at every sound: a crack of a branch, the rustle of leaves, the distant caw of a bird. Yet, nothing felt natural.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Were they truly alone?


⠀⠀⠀Aglovan halted, raising a hand to signal a stop. The front ranks came to a standstill, their eyes wide with the same question on their minds. Were those just animals in the brush? Or something far worse?
The silence was broken by a scream. The sharp cry echoed from somewhere in the back. A moment later, the enemy was upon them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"They’re here!" someone shouted. And they were – swarming from the shadows, out of the underbrush, from unseen corners of the forest. Skeleton warriors, eyes glowing with a cold, malevolent light, charged from every direction.


⠀⠀⠀Aglovan’s sword flashed out, meeting bone with steel, but the enemy was relentless. We’re trapped, he realized. An easy prey in this cursed chokepoint.

⠀⠀⠀⠀His mind raced, searching for hope. Ahead lay the only salvation – the old border wall. A relic from another time, its stones weathered but still standing firm. If they could reach it, they could fortify their position, fight back with purpose. But it lay far ahead, and time was slipping through their fingers.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Form ranks! Keep pushing forward!” Aglovan’s voice boomed over the chaos as he sliced through the air. His men, seasoned as they were, struggled to fend off the continuous waves of the undead. For every one enemy struck down, another rose in its place.


⠀⠀⠀⠀The path was narrow, their space limited. Here, in this chokepoint, they were vulnerable – but they couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with the enemy’s forces growing, threatening to overwhelm them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀With every step, the border wall loomed closer, but the enemy numbers didn’t thin. Their skeletal claws clutched at armor and shields, seeking to drag Aglovan’s men down into the cold earth. But the walls ahead promised safety. If they could only hold out some more, more moments of blood and steel, they might just make it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀And so they pressed on, inching forward, driven by the desperate hope of survival. The border wall stood as their last line of defense, their only chance to regroup and rally.
But the enemy would not make it easy. They never did.

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