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[Adin Blackwind]

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Through out time, i have bore witness to a great many things, but none so great as the resolve of the people of Britian. Upon returning to the city after being resupplied and rested, we found the city overrun. The BlackWinds along with forces from the Yew Commonwealth charged into battle cutting through the invaders. The time we were engaged seemed to take an eternity. Many of us got seperated in the process and a few of us were lost. But in our darkest hour, we saw something no one expected. The invaders retreated to just outside the city. What straglers were left behind were quickly cut down. Riding on patrol, we found the regents forces heavily engadged near an Inn. The Green skined general was not so willingly ready to abandon the city. And he was ensuring that he take a few lives with him. The Regents forces, aided by a few spells outside their group saw the generals body fall to the ground.

It was not long before they realized that there were no others in the city. Jubulent cheers could be heard all around as warriors with blood stained armor lifted their weapons over their heads as if taunting the invaders.
Soon afterwards, a dispatch arrives that the war is not over and the city is still in peril. A fresh wave of invaders was comming from the north and all rushed to meet them. The new battle lines were drawn and the outskirts of the city is where fresh blood would pay for every inch.

I was bandaging my arm from a lizardman's attack when someone stood next to me. He was young yet not a boy but a young soldier none the less. He seemed exausted from all the fighting. Wounded and a mixture of blood and sweat rand down the side of his face. He could barely speak. Using his sword almost as a cruch, I could see where one of the invaders got a lucky blow to his leg.

I could only give him basic care as I'm not a healer. But he seemed greatful for my attempt. I grabed hold of him and dragged him over the back of my horse. Leading him to the eastern side. He started shouting at me. Demanding that i leave him there so he can protect the city. The man in me knew he was in no condition to fight. But the warrior in me told me to let him live out his destiny. I tried to pursuade him to go for aid. but he wouldn't have it. I helped him off my horse and once again i was greeted with thankful eyes. He slowly turned and made his way to the front. I watched him move onslowly until he went around the corner of the building. I have this deep feeling of regret. I rejoined my group after being seperated for a few hours and we began to attack the invaders head on. Just as I was about to order a charge at the Cemetary, I saw a familiar body laying on the ground with a spear enbedded in his chest. It was the young soldier who had refused aid. Gasping for breath. I ordered the charge in his direction and quickly dismounted just feet from him the moment my troops had secured the area.

I looked upon him with saddened eyes knowing there was nothing any magics could do to save him. He only had one word to say. "Sorry" this he eyes rolled up and his breathing stoped. A young life ended to protect his city. I wonder why he felt compelled to keep fighting even when he couldn't. I was in shock, stunned and for a moment, the battle around me grew silent and dark. I was in a place of dark grief. I had seen this before, but for the first time, I was unsure what it ment. It seemed to last forever until fait sounds of shouting met my ears. They got louder and the area around me luminated once more. My position was about to be overrun. I quickly climbe dup on my mount and ordered a withdraw. But before doing so I once again took the young soldier with me. upon re-entering the city, I ordered my troops to take shifts and form a watch. I then pointed out that should any of the invaders break past the smiths shop, to dispatch them at once. I rode deep into the city until I found a plesant spot of grass. I dug a grave and placed the body of this brave yet lifeless soldier. After burial, I placed a large stone at the head of the grave. with some paint, I marked the stone.

"Here lies the bravest soul who paid the ultimate price."

"Unknown Soldier, died on 2-8-05"