Lore Pieces #6

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⠀⠀⠀Dawn broke cold and grey over the ancient border wall. Aglovan’s men, weary but resolute, emerged from their rest, each casting wary glances over the stone ramparts they had so recently fought to defend. The night had given them brief respite, but even as the sun’s first rays cut through the mist, an uneasy silence hung heavy in the air. The journey was far from over. Word had spread among the ranks—this was only a taste of what lay ahead.


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It was here, upon this very ground, that one of the kingdom’s most brutal battles had taken place. Years ago, thousands had clashed and fallen in the Last Battle, as King Eldric II led his forces against the insurgent army of Prince Desmon. What had once been a decisive victory had now become a cursed relic of the past, a place where the dead refused to rest. And with every passing moment, their numbers swelled as Princess Vapula’s dark influence seeped into the earth.


⠀⠀Aglovan surveyed his men, noting the exhaustion etched on their faces. Yet they were undeterred. “This place holds the memory of blood and sacrifice,” he began, his voice steady, “but we must not let it become a field of the living dead. Today, we move to confront the source.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀The scouts reported signs of fresh disturbances among the burial grounds beyond the wall. Shallow graves lay scattered, as if the earth itself had turned against the fallen, casting them out. Cracked bones, shattered armor, and the faint traces of old banners told stories of warriors from both sides, now twisted and lifeless. The enemy was close—too close.


⠀⠀The journey to reach the heart of this necromantic scourge would not be easy. Princess Vapula’s undead forces had only strengthened, and every step forward meant facing the fallen souls who once defended these lands. Yet Aglovan’s resolve was clear. “We stand here today to fight not only for the kingdom’s future but to reclaim the honor of those who have been robbed of their eternal rest.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀And so, with shields raised and hearts hardened, they prepared to enter The Battlefield, knowing full well that the very ground they walked upon was steeped in death. Every warrior sensed it—a chill creeping up their spines, a silent acknowledgment that the dead were watching, waiting. It was now their task to ensure that the past did not become a new weapon wielded by their enemies.

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