In the world there have been quite a few wars, each one had it's own hardships and easy parts. Some were kind, others were extremely brutal. This one was neither. It wasn't kind, not even close to being kind. Yet it was not brutal either...Something so devastating couldn't be called brutal, the word was too light. No one knew how it started, it had started so long ago. They only knew which side had slaughtered or accidentally killed their brother, their sister, or any loved one. At first, people could only call it the war, but after so many kingdoms started attacking each other, they couldn't stop. One would start to fall, and someone would feel betrayed with something that happened. Everybody started to fight each other. Millions were starved or hunted. Some races, like dwarves, as far as everybody could guess, went extinct. Others got so close to extinction that the only left were put into slavery like elves, for their normally peaceful behavior, they were practically ambushed and forced into it and slavery was a good option since a single elf could serve a family for as long as the family lasted in that war.
After the first few thousand years, none were able to stay out of the fight. Everyone was either pulled into it or slaughtered. Everybody participated. The life of a person came down to how they would help their kingdom, or people survive. How they would serve. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for the remaining kingdoms to adjust as much as everyone thought. Mostly, it came down to the decision of who was the fittest in this survival scenario and choosing to became a slave or another body in the flame. Eventually, it came down to seven left. Seven kings who had to let the darkest hunger for power into their hearts to save themselves and their people, each with a need to pine for the title of Emperor, ruler of the known world and savior. To do so, they avoided the wars, refused to show their faces to their enemies to keep the royal bloods alive. They resorted to becoming tacticians, planning the demise of their enemies instead of swinging for it.
Each kingdom was like a different world entirely compared to the rest, and each of these seven worlds gained a word from the elves, each of which translated to an common thing in life. The province of Adrolind, Fire. Mount Dwund, Earth. Kingdom of Galea, Wind. Kingdom of Rhemas, Water. Capitol of Veand, Stars, like in the night sky. And finally the Kingdom of Ironwyrm, Death. Each word related to the kingdom in some way.
Adrolind, under a constant siege from Galea. Dwund, previously a home to a Dwarven colony, it is in a mountain. Galea, the northernmost kingdom, almost always in a blizzard. Rhemas, the pirates kingdom, a kingdom of ships. Veand, under a constant vale of night, never rains or snows, never gets cloudy. One can always see the stars at Veand. Finally, Ironwyrm, the dead kingdom. The kingdom that everybody would have presumed to be dead if word didn't constantly show up about them and their army didn't constantly show up to fight their wars. The aftermath starts in Galea, after the siege on Adrolind has either taken a pause for the first time in hundreds of years, or has actually stopped, but that has yet to be discovered.
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After the first few thousand years, none were able to stay out of the fight. Everyone was either pulled into it or slaughtered. Everybody participated. The life of a person came down to how they would help their kingdom, or people survive. How they would serve. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for the remaining kingdoms to adjust as much as everyone thought. Mostly, it came down to the decision of who was the fittest in this survival scenario and choosing to became a slave or another body in the flame. Eventually, it came down to seven left. Seven kings who had to let the darkest hunger for power into their hearts to save themselves and their people, each with a need to pine for the title of Emperor, ruler of the known world and savior. To do so, they avoided the wars, refused to show their faces to their enemies to keep the royal bloods alive. They resorted to becoming tacticians, planning the demise of their enemies instead of swinging for it.
Each kingdom was like a different world entirely compared to the rest, and each of these seven worlds gained a word from the elves, each of which translated to an common thing in life. The province of Adrolind, Fire. Mount Dwund, Earth. Kingdom of Galea, Wind. Kingdom of Rhemas, Water. Capitol of Veand, Stars, like in the night sky. And finally the Kingdom of Ironwyrm, Death. Each word related to the kingdom in some way.
Adrolind, under a constant siege from Galea. Dwund, previously a home to a Dwarven colony, it is in a mountain. Galea, the northernmost kingdom, almost always in a blizzard. Rhemas, the pirates kingdom, a kingdom of ships. Veand, under a constant vale of night, never rains or snows, never gets cloudy. One can always see the stars at Veand. Finally, Ironwyrm, the dead kingdom. The kingdom that everybody would have presumed to be dead if word didn't constantly show up about them and their army didn't constantly show up to fight their wars. The aftermath starts in Galea, after the siege on Adrolind has either taken a pause for the first time in hundreds of years, or has actually stopped, but that has yet to be discovered.
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CHAPTER ONE
"BOOM....BOOM............BOOM!"
The sound of those doors being beaten down would last forever in his mind. Every sound would he had heard over the past twelve years was going to. One would think that they would be used to it at that point...Dreux thought he had gotten used to everything the world could throw at him after the first six years, then they moved him to the front line to work. The same thing happened four years later. He thought he got used to the constant fighting. The constant death around him. People around him would come and they would go but none of them seemed to stay very long. It continued like that in his mind for another two years. He got so into it that he would stroll through the no mans land they had been positioned in like he was going to the morning market. Dreux found himself in surprise again when Galea sent in the cavalry.
Only two hundred men in steel armor, all battle raised soldiers, made for taking down Adrolind for once and for all. These 'men' took did not stroll, they didn't even walk. They marched into the path of destruction and created a new one. Each one clad in a set of Pine armor, black steel-like metal forged in the mountains of the north. Rare, to say the least. It only took four of them to tear the stone gates of Adrolind to the ground and Dreux was thrust into a lower level of hell.
The fight that broke out was not considered part of a war to anyone. Any loyal to Adrolind and it's long standing kingdom fell to the blade of these Yetis. Those who wished to survive and live on as slaves were run through on the spot until every man and woman was sent fleeing to try and hide in their homes. By the time they made through the streets and up to the castle, only eight Yetis had died to the people who protected Adrolind for the many years it had stood up. Again, stone doors were torn down and those demons barged inside, slashing through loyal fighter after loyal fighter until everyone inside was either dead, or being dragged away in chains.
Dreux shook in his boots at the sight of these monsters working. None of them even seemed to flinch. Before he could even register what had happened, they brought out the survivors and forced them to their knees. Again, he tried to ready himself for the rape and slaughtering that he had heard about in stories after a victory, but it did not come this time. In place, a man on a horse, an actual horse moved forward through the ranks and caught the eyes of everyone around Dreux, him included. Well, the flag he was carrying caught their eyes. The royal seal waving on the grey cloth put everyone to their knees just as quickly as the survivors had been.
"Captain Weygrand." The voice of a royal blood filled Dreux' ears. Silent as could be, Dreux nodded in acknowledgement of the man speaking to him. "Get as much as you can out of them, they should know everything we need to dominate the last of the fire realm. I'll be waiting in the main hall for your first report." The sound of more horses trotting filled his ears as the royal family moved ahead to the castle. Once the sound faded away, Dreux rose to his feet again and turned towards the group on their knees, his jaw tightening with his gaze.
"Take this one and put her in one of the rooms in the castle." Dreux pointed at the first woman he saw and flicked his hand in the direction of the rubble that used to be a stone door. "Lock the rest of them up in a house and leave them there until I say." He turned away from her to stare at the new mess that had been spread across Adrolind and swallowed the lump that started to form in his throat. "Oh..." He paused to turn back to her. "...and strip her down too."
CHAPTER ONE
"BOOM....BOOM............BOOM!"
The sound of those doors being beaten down would last forever in his mind. Every sound would he had heard over the past twelve years was going to. One would think that they would be used to it at that point...Dreux thought he had gotten used to everything the world could throw at him after the first six years, then they moved him to the front line to work. The same thing happened four years later. He thought he got used to the constant fighting. The constant death around him. People around him would come and they would go but none of them seemed to stay very long. It continued like that in his mind for another two years. He got so into it that he would stroll through the no mans land they had been positioned in like he was going to the morning market. Dreux found himself in surprise again when Galea sent in the cavalry.
Only two hundred men in steel armor, all battle raised soldiers, made for taking down Adrolind for once and for all. These 'men' took did not stroll, they didn't even walk. They marched into the path of destruction and created a new one. Each one clad in a set of Pine armor, black steel-like metal forged in the mountains of the north. Rare, to say the least. It only took four of them to tear the stone gates of Adrolind to the ground and Dreux was thrust into a lower level of hell.
The fight that broke out was not considered part of a war to anyone. Any loyal to Adrolind and it's long standing kingdom fell to the blade of these Yetis. Those who wished to survive and live on as slaves were run through on the spot until every man and woman was sent fleeing to try and hide in their homes. By the time they made through the streets and up to the castle, only eight Yetis had died to the people who protected Adrolind for the many years it had stood up. Again, stone doors were torn down and those demons barged inside, slashing through loyal fighter after loyal fighter until everyone inside was either dead, or being dragged away in chains.
Dreux shook in his boots at the sight of these monsters working. None of them even seemed to flinch. Before he could even register what had happened, they brought out the survivors and forced them to their knees. Again, he tried to ready himself for the rape and slaughtering that he had heard about in stories after a victory, but it did not come this time. In place, a man on a horse, an actual horse moved forward through the ranks and caught the eyes of everyone around Dreux, him included. Well, the flag he was carrying caught their eyes. The royal seal waving on the grey cloth put everyone to their knees just as quickly as the survivors had been.
"Captain Weygrand." The voice of a royal blood filled Dreux' ears. Silent as could be, Dreux nodded in acknowledgement of the man speaking to him. "Get as much as you can out of them, they should know everything we need to dominate the last of the fire realm. I'll be waiting in the main hall for your first report." The sound of more horses trotting filled his ears as the royal family moved ahead to the castle. Once the sound faded away, Dreux rose to his feet again and turned towards the group on their knees, his jaw tightening with his gaze.
"Take this one and put her in one of the rooms in the castle." Dreux pointed at the first woman he saw and flicked his hand in the direction of the rubble that used to be a stone door. "Lock the rest of them up in a house and leave them there until I say." He turned away from her to stare at the new mess that had been spread across Adrolind and swallowed the lump that started to form in his throat. "Oh..." He paused to turn back to her. "...and strip her down too."
((((OOC: The rules for this universe. http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=61153327#post61153327 btw this is an opportunity just pm me after you read teh rules. Starting kind of strong.
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