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Massacre at Caer Berkstead by Jen True
As she stood on top of Caer Berkstead main keep, she looked out across the frontier and wiped the blood from the cut on her cheek. She saw devastation across the way; bodies, crumbled towers, and she could barely make out Caer Benowyc, which was now under control by the Hibernians. She sighed, fell to her knees, and started to cry. Nothing in the world could have prepared her for what she saw here. Or what she had to do. Fighting against monsters and animals were one thing, but defending one's self against enemies from the other lands was hard for her. Maybe because she knew they also had loved ones, friends and family...children. Being a child of a soldier lost in battle, she knew the heartache. But, Albion was in such dire need of those to come fight, even being young in season, she went out, and did what she had to do.
"Madalyn," she heard a voice from above her and felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She turned her head and looked up. It was Borias.
Death We Serve by Raelinne
The exhausted soldier weaved and stumbled beneath the weight of his mangled plate armor, blood oozing from the padding in too many places. He staggered to a halt before the hastily erected command pavilion and managed a salute with a bare hand, his weapons having been long since lost.
Horrified, Sir Guy jumped to his feet and steered the soldier to a campstool. Barely able to nod in thanks, the soldier collapsed onto the seat, gasping out, "Report, Sir. News from the lines."
Dread churned in Sir Guy's stomach. "Go ahead, soldier..."
"Third district... fallen..." The soldier gasped for a breath of air and closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. Wordlessly, Guy handed the soldier a waterskin. The soldier drank gratefully, and then coughed against one gauntlet, speckling it with blood. The High Cleric of Light nearly intervened, but Guy held him back, gesturing for the soldier to continue.
CSI: Tir na nOg
by Bloodewraith Mourningstar and Tarnin Sava
It started out like every other case they'd gotten that week. The messenger came running in. A body had been found, and there were no witnesses. Bloodewraith and Tarnin saddled up on their horses and made their way from the CSI lab in Saeranthal to the capital city of Tir na Nog. Upon entering, the smell of commerce and the sounds of a thousand merchants assailed their ears. Making their way quickly to the gathering crowd, they pushed through, each showing a badge to confirm to the guards who they were and what they were doing.
The body was just as they had been told, lying face down in the dirt near the alchemy table. Bloodewraith moved back and retrieved their kits from the horses. Popping them open, they each donned sheepskin gloves and began to examine their surroundings.
"Scorched earth...bloody hole in the back," Bloodewraith turns the body over a bit and lets it slap back down, "Looks like all the way through."
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Massacre at Caer Berkstead by Jen True
As she stood on top of Caer Berkstead main keep, she looked out across the frontier and wiped the blood from the cut on her cheek. She saw devastation across the way; bodies, crumbled towers, and she could barely make out Caer Benowyc, which was now under control by the Hibernians. She sighed, fell to her knees, and started to cry. Nothing in the world could have prepared her for what she saw here. Or what she had to do. Fighting against monsters and animals were one thing, but defending one's self against enemies from the other lands was hard for her. Maybe because she knew they also had loved ones, friends and family...children. Being a child of a soldier lost in battle, she knew the heartache. But, Albion was in such dire need of those to come fight, even being young in season, she went out, and did what she had to do.
"Madalyn," she heard a voice from above her and felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She turned her head and looked up. It was Borias.
Death We Serve by Raelinne
The exhausted soldier weaved and stumbled beneath the weight of his mangled plate armor, blood oozing from the padding in too many places. He staggered to a halt before the hastily erected command pavilion and managed a salute with a bare hand, his weapons having been long since lost.
Horrified, Sir Guy jumped to his feet and steered the soldier to a campstool. Barely able to nod in thanks, the soldier collapsed onto the seat, gasping out, "Report, Sir. News from the lines."
Dread churned in Sir Guy's stomach. "Go ahead, soldier..."
"Third district... fallen..." The soldier gasped for a breath of air and closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. Wordlessly, Guy handed the soldier a waterskin. The soldier drank gratefully, and then coughed against one gauntlet, speckling it with blood. The High Cleric of Light nearly intervened, but Guy held him back, gesturing for the soldier to continue.
CSI: Tir na nOg
by Bloodewraith Mourningstar and Tarnin Sava
It started out like every other case they'd gotten that week. The messenger came running in. A body had been found, and there were no witnesses. Bloodewraith and Tarnin saddled up on their horses and made their way from the CSI lab in Saeranthal to the capital city of Tir na Nog. Upon entering, the smell of commerce and the sounds of a thousand merchants assailed their ears. Making their way quickly to the gathering crowd, they pushed through, each showing a badge to confirm to the guards who they were and what they were doing.
The body was just as they had been told, lying face down in the dirt near the alchemy table. Bloodewraith moved back and retrieved their kits from the horses. Popping them open, they each donned sheepskin gloves and began to examine their surroundings.
"Scorched earth...bloody hole in the back," Bloodewraith turns the body over a bit and lets it slap back down, "Looks like all the way through."
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