[RPG] [FEI][GLoL] A Long March Home

[Alex Davies]

A unit of soldiers is seen trudging up the road from Todtpiz to Ortedail, 
veterans of the doomed assault on Osaliel.

This is hardly an unusual sight; after all, with the 20 odd units that had 
been in a field no longer occupied by their defenders, most had been 
decimated by ambushes. But then again, maybe it was the presence of their 
commander who walked ahead of the unit, with a fey air about him as if 
something had given in his mind.

San walked with his swords unsheathed. Perhaps it was the death that 
unsettled him, he thought but somehow he doubted it. It was more that 
Renquest had laughed about it, passing off the families of these soldiers as 
a drop in the ocean of the peasantry. But then, San reflected as he cleaned 
some blood off his blades, that would be the pride before the inevitable 
fall, and though the Lunarian army might not match that of Soliferum's, he 
knew damn well that he could still fight better than nearly anyone, and so 
long as he had the skill to provoke his only real competition...

"Hadred," San muttered to his captain, "Take the men back to Ortedail and 
fix the business. The healers, the smiths and the whorehouses would be a 
good place to start. I will be absent. There are some things I must reflect 
on."

"Sir?" the captain enquired, but San ignored him and strolled off into the 
gathering gloom.

Sir San
Paladin Primus of Grand Lodge of Lunaria, Count of Azohib
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The1exile (AKA SniperChief)

Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane 
mittam.

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