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[Cal Hurst]

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[[This is a bit late. Busy weekend with graduations and all.]]

Settled south of Minoc in the Gypsy camps were both the Legion and the Guard. Discussing battle plans, they figured it might be best that the enter in waves, that it might confuse the enemy.

Vaen glanced around and selected a few brave soldiers to head forth into battle. They rode off North and out of sight. Vaen glanced around at the rest of the troops sitting around.

"Today is Azeroth's fall inside Minoc..." Vaen said, glancing around still at the soldiers. "All of you are a big part of this."

Still silent. It seemed as though everyone seemed frightened, as though this was their last battle that they will ever see.

The soldiers that were sent North rode back with their hands held high, screaming in victory. They were obviously very tired, and in need of rest. Vaen nodded, and smiled. "Minoc is free. Get yourselves some rest in the tents. You all deserve it."

"Wait!!" screamed one of the Guard's scouts. "There's more! Azeroth must have summoned more reinforcements, they have just arrived in the same location."

Vaen nodded. "I knew it seemed a bit too easy." Vaen glanced around the troops, all looking at him as if they were being picked for death. Vaen gulped, feeling as though he were sending people to his death. "Send yourself, Vaen," he thought.

"Sir..." said one of the Praetorian Guard members. "I would like to march into battle... against Azeroth."

Another man stood up. "Me as well..."

Two other men stood up and nodded, volunteering themselves for a battle in which they might not come back.

Vaen nodded. "The four of you, then. March quickly before they have time to regroup."

The four of them nodded, arming their weapons and putting on their armor, marching North into Minoc.

Vaen watched as they drifted out of sight and sighed. "Good luck..." Vaen glanced back at the remaining troops. Among them were Natalya and Terris, members of the Legion. Vaen nodded to them, signaling them to get ready, incase the others did not make it back.

A few moments later, the four soldiers rode back, scarred from head to toe, and looks on their faces of sure defeat. Vaen nodded to himself, helping each one of them off of their mounts and into the tents where they could receive medical aid.

"All right," Vaen said. "We're down to our last wave." Vaen get on his ostard. "This is it. Do or die. Life or death. We succeed, Minoc is free. We fail, Minoc is burned to the ground." Vaen glanced around to those who were in his wave, being Terris, Natalya, Loki, and Roadrunner. He nodded to all of them as he put on his leather cap. "Onward!"

They all readied their weapons and prepared on their mounts, rode off to the North. As they passed the bank, Vaen remembered all the times of his childhood, where he would run around chasing his old friend Marcus. "Marcus..." Vaen thought. "Why are you not here as well...?"

The group of them finally arrived infront of the Adventurer's Guild in Minoc. Inside there was a lot of commotion, and screaming of Azeroth's name. From inside stepped out Bailos.

"Ahhh, Vaen. It seems it has come down to this." Vaen nodded as Bailos spoke. "If you think you are all prepared, simply join us in the Adventurer's Guild building, and await your certain death." At that, Bailos reentered the Adventurer's Guild, and inside it was silent.

A couple of the soldiers started walking towards the doors. "Wait," Vaen ordered. "Just wait."

A couple of minutes later, Bailos stepped outside and glanced over at the group. "Terris!"

"Yes?" replied Terris.

"Now!" ordered Vaen.

Terris casted a paralyzation spell, leaving Bailos immobile. The group ran over to him as Terris casted spells on him from afar. At the moment all of their blades struck Bailos, as did the spells. Bailos fell off of his horse, almost completely out of breath. Vaen smiled and pointed to the door. "CHARGE!" Bailos, almost out of strength, rolled himself out of the way and just laid there.

The group of them ran inside the adventurers guild, which was quickly lit up with spells. The sound of swords clashing, men screaming in agony, and bodies falling hard against the ground were all that could be heard.

The Adventurer's Guild was littered entirely with bodies of both sides. Once the last Azeroth was struck down, Vaen raised his sword, and the present Legion and Guard members yelled out in victory. They stepped outside, and it seemed as though the force from the gypsy camp moved up, ready to help them if need be. Vaen nodded to them. "Thank you, my friends, for all of your help. Today, Minoc is free from the grasp of Azeroth." Vaen glanced over at Greyskull, Emperor of the Order of the Praetorian Empire. "Thank you, Greyskull. The Legion could not have done this without you. From here on, however, the Legion will be confronting Azeroth alone. I thank you, once more, for your aid in freeing the city."

Greyskull nodded to Vaen and then gathered his troops. "Let's get going, Guardsmen. We're going home." At that, Greyskull opened a gate, and the Guard members all went through.

Vaen turned around to look at Bailos who would have been laying on the gruond still, but his body was gone. Vaen seemed a bit confused, glancing around. In a distance, however, Vaen could see Bailos crossing the bridge to the mines. Vaen smiled to himself. "Taking one final look at your construction site, eh Bailos?" Vaen said to himself. He nodded to the other Legion members present. "Well fought today, my friends. Let us get some rest."

Vaen nodded to them all once more, as they each recalled to their homes. Vaen then glanced around the town, smiling to himself. "I think I shall go for a ride..."

Vaen moved slowly around town, admiring the buildings as if it were the first time he's seen any of these buildings. He nodded to himself, "Free from Azeroth. How long I've waited for this day..."
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