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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Celuvan.

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Author:    Celuvan        
Date:      Fri Nov  6
13:07:07 2009
Subject     Snakes in the Desert

 Hot
shifting sands burn Cel's feet as he surveys the vast dry
desert.
The sun at it's peak renders one's vision in haze and
subjects the mind to
illusions. Thinking that there's nothing Cel
can do but to hide under the
sands and wait for the day to end he
retired to his dugged hole. The rest of
the militia did the same
so ordered by a captain up front and passed down
the line. Ill
equip and thirsty the ragtag militia giving it all for the
queen
and country do what they can to survive the heat.

Things go
through Cel's mind as he lay half buried, questions like "what
the
hell they are doing here?" and so on. Rumors have it that the
missing
Emperor was found somewhere in an oasis others say a big
battle is soon to
come. Whatever it is time will reveal later on,
Cel concentrated to what is
needed to be done and that is to keep
hydrated and shaded.

It's been days since they started the trek
to the desert and the militia's
supply is almost gone. If a
battle is at the end of this journey then it
will have to be
quick and decisive a campaign will kill both sides as there
is
nothing to survive on this place. The wind blows and with it sand
slowly
burrying the men a refreshing reprieve from the heat the
day will soon end. 

Author:    Celuvan       

Date:      Mon Nov 16 15:11:57 2009
Subject     The Calm
Before a Storm

 Sand rolled over Celuvan while slowly
loosing consciousness. The heat
has taken it's toll on his body
and on his mind. Only a small number of men
was left from the
long dessert trek. All of them dying as the sun is setting
over
the horizon. To weak to do anything but wait for death to come
Celuvan
drifts to sleep hoping that it all ends in
slumber.

Dying gasps and lurching can be heard all over the last
camp. The Militia
defeated not by another army but by forces of
nature. Small scorpions and
other nocturnal creatures move in for
the kill or a feast.

Water splashed suddenly on Celuvan's face
and wakes him from his surrender.
He slowly rubbed his eyes and
tasted the water knowing that it is real. He
turns to a small
humanoid holding a canteen extended to him. Cel grabbed
the
canteen and quaffed long and hard until every part of his
body recieve the
much needed nourishment. His strength returning
he stood up slowly and gave
a weak salute to the goblin
officer.

This is not just any goblin officer but a legendary one
and deserves respect
and Cel did and gave the best thank you he
can give a salute. "Steady now
boy, gather the last few humans
here and head to Sanction." the officer
said. Looking all over
the camp an army of goblins help those who can stand
up and
delivered final blows to those who cant. Only a handful was
lucky
enough to be called by Cel to fall in line and prepare to
march. The goblin
army quickly vanish into the night leaving the
revived troops on their own.
The goblin officer gave Cel a torn
uniform of a Dragonarmy soldier and told
the rest of the
survivors to follow Cel while pointing at the Queen's
symbol. He
gave Cel a strong slap on the face so that his eyes focused
on
him, the offcer peered through them. Seeing that Cel will be
okey he pushed
back the man bigger than him and followed his own
troops. Celuvan turned to
his own men looked at the st ars and
headed to Sanction. 

Author:    Celuvan       

Date:      Thu Nov 19 05:31:16 2009
Subject     Warband
of Snakes

 Rain started to fall as Cel and his men double
their pace towards
Sanction. From the sky above lightning flashed
a huge silhoutte appeared. A
Blue dragon and rider swooped low
over the running men then circled back up
to dark clouds. Cel
breathe a sigh of relief and thankful for the uniform
bearing the
armies markings without it they could have been blasted to
ashes.
They continued the hard run until they reached the gates,
guards
letting them in and directing them where to go.

The gate
Cel entered was not so busy, after a few side streets they
reached
a wide avenue. Horns blaring and officers shouting
commands filled the air,
all manner of men beast and goblinkind
rushed back and forth preparing for
war. A Captain seeing Cel's
lost face directed him to a huge tent nearby, he
nodded and
follow where the captain was pointing at. As he neared
Cel
recognize that it was a supply tent, he turns to his men to
fall in line ang
grab what they need. Not far from the supply
tent is a gazeebo Cel walked
towards it planning to grab a quick
rest. 

All manner of maps and journals spread over a table
inside the gazeebo. Cel
stepped back seeing that it was occupied
by officers slowly turns away. From
the gazeebo a loud voice
called Cel, he followed and went inside. A
Subcommander barked
orders at Cel saying to take his men to a place on the
map.
Glancing at it Cel knows where it is and nod in affirmation to
the loud
officer. He was then dismissed and told to obey and wait
for missives in the
following days. Cel saluted the officer and
went back to the supply tent. 

Cel didnt notice that the torn
uniform he was wearing belonged to a
lieutenant most probably
dead in the desert. He knew the men who survived
the dessert and
ran with him to sanction. Cel thinking to might as well lead
them
to war and form this tiny warband into something useful for the
Queen.
He looked up to dark skies, lightning flashed the dragon
and his rider
circling above. A plan forming in Cel's mind he
looked at his men all battle
ready, grabbed a new set of uniform
and ordered the men to move out. 

Author:    Celuvan  
     
Date:      Tue Nov 24 03:34:24 2009
Subject     Eye
of the Storm

 Dawn was breaking wen Cel and his men
reached a low grassy foothill some
feet a way from a sheer wall
of stone to his final destination. The men rest
a little then
prepared a light breakfast of bread and cheese with hot
draconian
tea. After eating they prepared their climbing gear and
began
their slow but steady ascent up Swordwall. A natural cliff
face that acts as
a barrier from any land movement coming from
the northwest direction. Beyond
the cliff is a valley, a
battleground that needs to be secured. If captured
by the enemy
it will give them a strategic advantage over the low lying
areas
around it. Draconians are a much preferred unit to this place
because
in an event of a retreat they can glide down the
Swordwall with their wings.
For humans it's fight to the death or
jump over the cliff and be pierced by
sharp rocks below the wall.


By noon the warband reached the valley below then prepared a
camp on the
south end of the battleground. When the men started
to settle in the camp
Cel ordered the men to move out. The young
soldiers tired and weary were
confused by the order, a few
veterans shook their heads and smiled. The
whole camp is intended
as a lure for a trap large enough for an entire
company of
salamis. Cel pointed to the east incline where a treeline can
be
seen, the men understood everything the confusion gone in an
instant. Cel
and his men dug their own trenches by the tree
roots, the whole warband
hidden from view. 

Scouts were ordered
to watched over the valley entrance a few soldiers left
in the
camp to tend a huge warm fire. Celuvan after days of travel
and
preparations finally got his sleep.

War rage all across the
land, the Dragonarmies scored victory after victory.
The
Solamnics and their allies ran away like frightened children from
a five
headed dragon that will devour them if they got caught. An
uncanny
cooperation was with the five colors of the Queen, hope
and luck that it
will last. 

Author:    Celuvan       

Date:      Wed Nov 25 10:00:39 2009
Subject     When
Courage Fails

 The night was peaceful, all men in Cel's
warband slept well in their
trenches even the sentries got a fare
share of rest. Scouts stationed at the
valley entrance returned
with no news of any enemy sightings. Cel ordered
the men in the
trenches to be at ease and have their meals but be at a ready
in
a momments notice. It was noon when orders from Sanction came
that Cel
and his men are to move back to the city. Cel did not
question the order
there's nothing here anyway a march to
Sanction means they will have to pass
Neraka. A chance to see
family and have a decent meal before moving on to
the
cauldron.

While preparing for the march back a group of scouts
from another company
came running with news. They reported that a
huge army of Solamnics are
headed straight towards Sanction. So
huge and so fast that the enemy
trampled blockades and sentries
so adamant and courageous. Somehow this army
manage to evade the
huge forces of the Dragonarmies heading for Palanthas.
The scouts
took a quick rest then went on their way to relay the news
to
headquearters. So much for passing by Neraka Cel thought they
will have to
make it all way back passing through secret
passageways if they were to meet
this enemy.

Cel left the
Swordwall battlegrounds, it seems the place will not have
any
tales to tell in this war. The quickest path to sanction is
ingrained in
every soldier in Cel's warband a simple command to
move is all that is
needed for the march to beg in. Cel casually
chatted with his men as they
march arguing if the enemy was brave
or foolish in coming to Sanction. The
veterans argued that it was
foolish because first of all Sanction is not
level ground the way
will sap a mans energy before he comes to a fight. The
rookies
argued that these maybe young men like them, terrain does not
matter
at all. All had a good laugh while marching, morale all
high, like the eye
of the storm over them and everything is still
calm. 

Cel thought went to the enemy's general, no doubt that he
is courageous. He
wonder what master plan the enemy has for them
to pull off such a brave
move. Only the gods can answer these
questions, men can only ponder. 

Nightfall and Sanction is
ablaze with torches and mage light horns blaring
men and beasts
moving in and out. Cel' s warband positioned themselves on
the
west side of Sanction. They watched while they rest and waited
for Cel
to return from headquarters for what their role will be
in this coming
battle. 

All around the sheer cliffs and walls
traps are being set, boulders rolled
and huge hot cauldrons
positioned on key points. Columns of men arrived and
formed near
the small Warband men who lost command joined the group and
were
made known, squaring the block increasing Cel's numbers.
They will stay here
until the enemy shows it's bold face waiting
for the horns to signal their
move waiting for the traps to be
sprung. 

to be continued... 

Author:    Celuvan      
 
Date:      Sun Dec  6 13:19:33 2009
Subject     Wounded
Knee

Cool calm winds blew over his triumphant and smiling
face as the Emperor
of Palanthas looked over his new balcony
overlooking the harbor. Lazily
docking on his port is a huge
black galley bearing the Dragonarmy flag and
Luerk's personal
colors. Satisfied at what he saw the Emperor took a deep
breath
and turned around his smile vanishing his thoughts on new things
to
do and things to finish. Gracefully the Emperor raise his left
hand then
snapped his wrist palm open, the doors to the balcony
shut close the room
became dark. Dropping his stretched arm
slowly a portal sparked wide open in
front of him, looking
straight at the gaping nexus of magical energy the
Emperor walked
in. Across the continent to a place near home Celuvan and
his
army are chasing of the running invaders. 

Skirmishes broke
out across Neraka as the Solamnics made a fighting retreat,
to
where? only the gods know. Some of the once proud Knights now
hide in
small towns and mountains while others chose to die on
the battlefield.
Celuvan took a knee and watched as five of his
men circled a young solamnic
knight still eager to fight. The
knight of the crown turned and turned
keeping an eye on all the
men surrounding him. His shield up and a bloody
sword poised to
strike still in defiance refusing to surrender. Soldiers of
the
Queen taunted and spat on the knight, poking him whenever he
turns to a
different direction. From nowhere an arrow struck the
young knight's neck,
blood spurted as the tip pierces a huge
vain. Celuvan looked behind him and
saw one of his scouts
readying another arrow. The knight dropped like a rock
after
another arrow hit the same spot where the first one had
pierced.
Celuvan smirked and reached for his canteen as he
surveyed the field. 

The day is almost at an end and night fast
approaching the last rays of the
sun fading away from blood
soaked grounds. Celuvan told his men to stop the
chase and
retreat for the night. He never noticed that his knee was
bleeding
until one of his soldiers pointed it out. Grabbing his
canteen Cel went near
a fire and cleaned his bleeding knee, he
looked around wondering where he
received the cut. When he was
done dressing the wound Cel grabbed his torch
and went over the
place where he remembered taking a knee. Carefully
rummaging his
fingers over the spot he felt something slightly burried in
the
ground. Picking the hard metal object he blew of some of the dirt
and
examined the object. It was a clasp with an intricate
embossed design of a
crown, kingfisher and sword over a rose with
razor sharp petals. Cel judged
that it might be worth keeping
because of it's heft and metal quality. 

The night was cold but
the fires kept the men warm and their spirits high.
Songs and
tales of victory were sung and told, wine passed around.
News
spread that Palanthas belongs to the Dragonarmies and the
war almost at an
end. Cel returned to his fire and checked his
already swelling knee, this
will be painful for a couple of days
he thought. 

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