Page 2 of 2 At that moment, a body fell from the cliffs. Earl Crestonne. The orcs had come up and around the chasm sides to hit our backs and slaughtered every man in their way. Earl Crestonne had not gone down without a fight, his sword fell with him in his hands, drenched in black orc blood. Henry LeFort looked at me as I devised a plan. “Use what’s left of the Men-at-arms and charge our rear along with the two groups of knights errants.” I told Henry LeFort, “I need you to go with them, escape now if you can, if you can’t make it, die in glory my friend. He looked at me as I stared at him, he glowed with a holy light, the Lady was on his side. He rode out into the mob of orcs gathering by our rear as the knights did go with him. Each one engaged in combat, even still trying to prove their martial prowess. Henry LeFort did not let go of his banner as he ran with his lance in his other hand piercing orcs with each touch. His eyes glowed with a white holy glow as a sudden tragedy happened. His steed was hit by a goblin spear. His horse had flown to the ground and he stood up. He drew his sword cutting a path through the orcs as they finally got him down, he would take blows all over his armor yet he would not take a single wound as he fended them off for himself. He pushed them off of him and used his banner as a weapon as he killed countless orcs and goblins alike. He escaped the mob daringly and killed those who tried to follow him. “I will not let you die, Duke Marcel, I will be back!” He yelled out. My knights suffered as they were cut down from all sides until it seemed like it was me and only a few others as they too were jumped upon by orcs and probably some of them were eaten by the starving beasts, trying to tear into human flesh as they had nothing else to eat. I turned as the orcs huddled in a circle around me in their large mob and started to bang their weapons randomly on the ground. Out of the orcs came a warlord. He was twice the size of a man maybe even more. I dismounted my horse. His name was Warlord “one tooth” DorGutz. And he looked at me with total maddening in his eyes and spoke to me in his foul English tongue. “I’s gonna feast on yous tonight humie, yous and me’re gunna make best friends” he said while pulling out a large choppa, “I’ve slaughtered yous friends already and now it’s your turn, humie! No crazy lady iz gunna save you now!” He grumbled. He charged me and I pulled my sword on him as he jumped at me. I blocked with my sword and hit him with my shield as he was stunned for a minute. He looked at me with feasting eyes. The rabid warlord jumped through the air onto my shield as he went into a frenzy trying to kill me with every swift move and every blow struck my shield as I’d try to counter and he’d do the same. It was an almost impossible fight until he hit my with his elbow in my chest and it pushed me down. He charged over and went to plunge his big choppa into my body as I rolled myself to the side and kicked the Warlord orc in his side, hard as he fell stumbling to the ground. The orcs started to cry out in dissent. I got to my feet easily as the orc warlord was getting up I came over to him easily with my sword and plunged it into his body. I did it again and then a third time and then kicked his body off of my sword and onto the ground as it laid there lifeless. The orcs started to come closer in disarray. I took my sword out with the blood of the warlord on it and screamed out. “If you DARE come any closer to me, you will become like your warlord. You will die just the same!” They didn’t seem to care as they came closer. I mounted my horse again and I ran into them, swiping maybe 3 goblins a piece with each clean sweep. They huddled around me as I fended for my life. My horse was evidently killed in the heat of battle as I had to live, I had to hold out long enough. I swept my blade on one side as I turned each time to face another orc. Countless times pushed onto the ground as I’d sweep them off me with the blade Bretonnia has given me. Each time they struck at me, the Lady’s wrath opposed the enemy and pushed them back a few feet as I’d kill as many as I could. My arms became weaker and yet somehow I strived on, surviving on hope as whatever strength I had left would kill an orc or crush a goblin with each touch of my blade. Blood was shed all over the ground and littered with bodies as they wouldn’t stop coming. They knew I would fall. I couldn’t take it as I pushed my blade into an orc and kicked him off and turned to another. I couldn’t even block anymore as I dropped my shield to the ground, only the Lady could save me. I swept with tired arms again and again as my blade became dull. I fought them off for only Shallya knew how long. An orc came to me as I pushed my sword through his body, and he cried out in pain as I cut the rest of it through his side and chopped off the head of another green skin. I went turned around to kill another but as my arm was in the air, it just fell out of my hand. I had fought them until the sun had fallen. I fell to my knees begging the Lady for forgiveness as the orcs removed my helmet and topped on me as I fended them off before my death. One quick sweep of my head and I would be dead. That’s when it happened. A light boomed through the chasm and the orcs became blinded. I did not as my eyes were closed and awaiting my painful death. Silence crept up as I could hear nothing but my thoughts. “I die for the lady, I die in simple and crucial glory, I fought until my dieing breath, forgive me my Lady.” I thought to myself. It started to rain. My hearing came back slowly as I heard a voice yelling. “For the lady, I am here to avenge my brethren! For King and country, charge into battle!”
I opened my eyes to be blinded by sheer light and I looked to my side. Henry LeFort was here. He was holding his banner high for the King. I stared at it as it shimmered in the light. The rain was cool and refreshing, it was a sign. Henry and a large host of knights ran through the orcs as they ran for their lives. They were cut down along the way. Henry stopped by me and I smiled with what little strength I had and he smiled back and spoke to me. “Well, it looks like we have a straggler.” “Well, it looks like we have a savior.” I responded. I fell to the ground a minute later, I had passed out. He dismounted and took my body. He threw me over his horse and mounted his horse again as he turned for the other direction. He rode off out of the chasm in a gallant prance. “He saved what men he could, he held off hordes of green skin for his country, he killed in the name of the Lady, these evil orcs and goblins. He purged the evil that had come to this land and he would not run from battle. He stood in line undying and undefeated in his line of duty and that was to protect himself and his pride in his country. For this, he shall be known none other then as Duke and Lord Jean Marcel le Honorable.” I woke up in my castle and I was quickly tended to by nurses. I looked up and what I saw made me bow my head. A grail, golden, and filled with jewels, hung above my door, behind it, my broadsword still drenched in orc blood and Earl Crestonne’s, forming a cross with the grail in the middle. I looked to my side, in the wall were my two large wooden doors, wide open. My armor was inside. It shone like the sun as it was almost like mythril. Around the overlapping sides of the armor and certain key spots on the armor were encrusted in jewels. The finest sapphires, emeralds, rubies, and a new chain hung on the same hanger as my helmet, a golden chain. It had a small relic, inside of it, of the lady with candles to either side. This was my story, this was my tale of misery and of glory, and let it forever be written into the books of Bretonnian history. The End
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