A Tale Told in Blood - Revision history

Possum at 12:22, 2 August 2024

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	A part of me took comfort in that.		A part of me took comfort in that.

	We did not speak for the rest of the ride, I fell in and out of consciousness until we arrived at the small garrison that served as an outpost to the mountain of Hammer’s Fall. Rough looking soldiers came to retrieve me, the wolf king giving me only a single nod before I was dragged away. For a moment, I respected Ranick. He could have easily killed me, he could have forgotten his debt to my father, he could have ganged up on me after Thornspeaker’s betrayal. He did none of those things. Instead, he rode with me to my doom and for that I respected him. I walked in silence as the soldier’s dragged me past the garrison and towards the mountain, several of them watching me like a hawk. They must have been worried that I might fight, as my status of a lord made these men ~~weary~~ even in my beaten state. One them had my hammer but I did not see my armor. Part of me wondered what happened to it even as I was dragged limping to the summit.		We did not speak for the rest of the ride, I fell in and out of consciousness until we arrived at the small garrison that served as an outpost to the mountain of Hammer’s Fall. Rough looking soldiers came to retrieve me, the wolf king giving me only a single nod before I was dragged away. For a moment, I respected Ranick. He could have easily killed me, he could have forgotten his debt to my father, he could have ganged up on me after Thornspeaker’s betrayal. He did none of those things. Instead, he rode with me to my doom and for that I respected him. I walked in silence as the soldier’s dragged me past the garrison and towards the mountain, several of them watching me like a hawk. They must have been worried that I might fight, as my status of a lord made these men wary even in my beaten state. One them had my hammer but I did not see my armor. Part of me wondered what happened to it even as I was dragged limping to the summit.

	At the top of the mountain of Hammer’s Fall was a yawning black pit, the entrance to this mountain dungeon that was rumored to have a dragon’s horde. Where prisoners, adventurers, and madmen dived down into in the search of riches and glory. My jailers undid my shackles, their own weapons drawn, as I was stripped and given an ugly set of linen clothes. I paid them little attention, I stared into the pit even as the one who carried my hammer offered it to me. I took up my weapon while the worried soldiers raised theirs. They did not need to force me. I looked into the pit a moment longer and then I dove in. I should have died a hundred times over and I felt no fear. I leaped into darkness and felt sorcery overtake my body. I felt weightless, consumed by darkness and carried down to where I would meet fate, weapon in hand.		At the top of the mountain of Hammer’s Fall was a yawning black pit, the entrance to this mountain dungeon that was rumored to have a dragon’s horde. Where prisoners, adventurers, and madmen dived down into in the search of riches and glory. My jailers undid my shackles, their own weapons drawn, as I was stripped and given an ugly set of linen clothes. I paid them little attention, I stared into the pit even as the one who carried my hammer offered it to me. I took up my weapon while the worried soldiers raised theirs. They did not need to force me. I looked into the pit a moment longer and then I dove in. I should have died a hundred times over and I felt no fear. I leaped into darkness and felt sorcery overtake my body. I felt weightless, consumed by darkness and carried down to where I would meet fate, weapon in hand.

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Possum: Possum moved page A tale told in Blood to A Tale Told in Blood

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Possum moved page A tale told in Blood to A Tale Told in Blood

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Possum at 15:00, 14 September 2023

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	At the top of the mountain of Hammer’s Fall was a yawning black pit, the entrance to this mountain dungeon that was rumored to have a dragon’s horde. Where prisoners, adventurers, and madmen dived down into in the search of riches and glory. My jailers undid my shackles, their own weapons drawn, as I was stripped and given an ugly set of linen clothes. I paid them little attention, I stared into the pit even as the one who carried my hammer offered it to me. I took up my weapon while the worried soldiers raised theirs. They did not need to force me. I looked into the pit a moment longer and then I dove in. I should have died a hundred times over and I felt no fear. I leaped into darkness and felt sorcery overtake my body. I felt weightless, consumed by darkness and carried down to where I would meet fate, weapon in hand.		At the top of the mountain of Hammer’s Fall was a yawning black pit, the entrance to this mountain dungeon that was rumored to have a dragon’s horde. Where prisoners, adventurers, and madmen dived down into in the search of riches and glory. My jailers undid my shackles, their own weapons drawn, as I was stripped and given an ugly set of linen clothes. I paid them little attention, I stared into the pit even as the one who carried my hammer offered it to me. I took up my weapon while the worried soldiers raised theirs. They did not need to force me. I looked into the pit a moment longer and then I dove in. I should have died a hundred times over and I felt no fear. I leaped into darkness and felt sorcery overtake my body. I felt weightless, consumed by darkness and carried down to where I would meet fate, weapon in hand.

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Possum at 14:36, 14 September 2023

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	At the top of the mountain of Hammer’s Fall was a yawning black pit, the entrance to this mountain dungeon that was rumored to have a dragon’s horde. Where prisoners, adventurers, and madmen dived down into in the search of riches and glory. My jailers undid my shackles, their own weapons drawn, as I was stripped and given an ugly set of linen clothes. I paid them little attention, I stared into the pit even as the one who carried my hammer offered it to me. I took up my weapon while the worried soldiers raised theirs. They did not need to force me. I looked into the pit a moment longer and then I dove in. I should have died a hundred times over and I felt no fear. I leaped into darkness and felt sorcery overtake my body. I felt weightless, consumed by darkness and carried down to where I would meet fate, weapon in hand.		At the top of the mountain of Hammer’s Fall was a yawning black pit, the entrance to this mountain dungeon that was rumored to have a dragon’s horde. Where prisoners, adventurers, and madmen dived down into in the search of riches and glory. My jailers undid my shackles, their own weapons drawn, as I was stripped and given an ugly set of linen clothes. I paid them little attention, I stared into the pit even as the one who carried my hammer offered it to me. I took up my weapon while the worried soldiers raised theirs. They did not need to force me. I looked into the pit a moment longer and then I dove in. I should have died a hundred times over and I felt no fear. I leaped into darkness and felt sorcery overtake my body. I felt weightless, consumed by darkness and carried down to where I would meet fate, weapon in hand.

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Possum at 20:03, 26 August 2023

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	It was in these conflicts that I cut my teeth and learned more than Jacklyn could have ever taught me. The fields south of the federation had been converted into killing fields, blackened and destroyed landscapes where vegetation was burned, holes were blasted out of earth, and entrenched positions dotted the hills and mountain sides to repel constant and repeated invasions by the Blood Rose. I was dispatched to serve among multiple different legions, learning of all the different forms of war and strategy, of how different commanders employed different soldiers and utilized there many abilities to their most effective methods. I served with the Hawkeye battalion first, the renown mercenary company with the most acclaimed snipers in the world. I learned to shoot, to control my breathing, to lead a target and where to aim to ensure one bullet was the last thing my target never heard.		It was in these conflicts that I cut my teeth and learned more than Jacklyn could have ever taught me. The fields south of the federation had been converted into killing fields, blackened and destroyed landscapes where vegetation was burned, holes were blasted out of earth, and entrenched positions dotted the hills and mountain sides to repel constant and repeated invasions by the Blood Rose. I was dispatched to serve among multiple different legions, learning of all the different forms of war and strategy, of how different commanders employed different soldiers and utilized there many abilities to their most effective methods. I served with the Hawkeye battalion first, the renown mercenary company with the most acclaimed snipers in the world. I learned to shoot, to control my breathing, to lead a target and where to aim to ensure one bullet was the last thing my target never heard.

	Three months of this before I was moved to an ogre battalion of battle mages, serving on the back lines where the ogres employed their great strength and magical abilities to provide arcane artillery fire, shelling the densely populated charges of elven berserkers before the stragglers could be picked off by the very same snipers I now knew. I learned about the importance of artillery, that the slow and difficult to move emplacements were the key to holding the line and many mages were employed to power magi-tech generators that shielded them from counter barrages. My time with the ogres was the shortest before I was moved to a federation psychic legion. I was no psion and unlike the ogres who inherent rune lanterns were empowered by working together and in large numbers the psions were different. They each had various disciplines, working independently and yet as a greater whole. If the ogres could be likened to a wolf pack, coordinating and functioning as a singular mind to take down their targets the psychic legions were more like ~~tigers~~, each one far more lethal and yet working together by convenience instead of a sense of brotherhood.		Three months of this before I was moved to an ogre battalion of battle mages, serving on the back lines where the ogres employed their great strength and magical abilities to provide arcane artillery fire, shelling the densely populated charges of elven berserkers before the stragglers could be picked off by the very same snipers I now knew. I learned about the importance of artillery, that the slow and difficult to move emplacements were the key to holding the line and many mages were employed to power magi-tech generators that shielded them from counter barrages. My time with the ogres was the shortest before I was moved to a federation psychic legion. I was no psion and unlike the ogres who inherent rune lanterns were empowered by working together and in large numbers the psions were different. They each had various disciplines, working independently and yet as a greater whole. If the ogres could be likened to a wolf pack, coordinating and functioning as a singular mind to take down their targets the psychic legions were more like bears, each one far more lethal individually and yet working together by convenience instead of a sense of brotherhood.

	I got my first taste of real action and blood shortly after, when my father arranged for me to be placed on the bulwark of the gatling core. Artillery and skilled snipers could thin the monthly attacks by the Blood Rose, but the core line that allowed both not to fear being engaged in close range was the gatling line. This is where emplacements of cumbersome and heavy crank guns were employed, able to unload entire boxes of munitions into a line with no more than a trio of often goblin or rodentfolk gun teams. Protecting them were soldiers like myself, legionaries who wore heavy armor and formed lines of steel, magic, and psychic power to strike down the thinned ranks of those who were lucky enough to make it past arcane artillery, ruthless sniper fire, and rattling gatling guns only to be cut down by the strength of men. The fighting here was ruthless and bloody, no honor, no glory to it. Blood and animalistic violence. I grew numb to my work within days, the killing of these… things, brought no satisfaction nor pride. There was no honor to this, it was putting down vermin and I did it as my brothers did. Clinical and without passion, I only felt anything when our own died. I left many friends behind, their bodies burned alongside the elves we killed. There was not enough ground left to bury them and the elves were not above using the foul perversion of necromancy to bolster their numbers.		I got my first taste of real action and blood shortly after, when my father arranged for me to be placed on the bulwark of the gatling core. Artillery and skilled snipers could thin the monthly attacks by the Blood Rose, but the core line that allowed both not to fear being engaged in close range was the gatling line. This is where emplacements of cumbersome and heavy crank guns were employed, able to unload entire boxes of munitions into a line with no more than a trio of often goblin or rodentfolk gun teams. Protecting them were soldiers like myself, legionaries who wore heavy armor and formed lines of steel, magic, and psychic power to strike down the thinned ranks of those who were lucky enough to make it past arcane artillery, ruthless sniper fire, and rattling gatling guns only to be cut down by the strength of men. The fighting here was ruthless and bloody, no honor, no glory to it. Blood and animalistic violence. I grew numb to my work within days, the killing of these… things, brought no satisfaction nor pride. There was no honor to this, it was putting down vermin and I did it as my brothers did. Clinical and without passion, I only felt anything when our own died. I left many friends behind, their bodies burned alongside the elves we killed. There was not enough ground left to bury them and the elves were not above using the foul perversion of necromancy to bolster their numbers.

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