Call For Him And He Will Answer
Great heroes beyond counting raised
Oak and iron 'gains chains of north-men
And walked the lonely worm-roads evermore.
Mighty of arm and warmest of heart,
Rendered to dust. Bitter is sorrow,
Ate raw and often, poison that weakens and does not kill.
Oak shook and quivered under the strain of gnarled, twisted, corrupted, forms throwing themselves against the gate to get through. The hard wood gave a moan and whine as more and more weight were tossed onto its exoskeleton form. The corrupted knew they couldn’t get through the stone walls they knew the hide was too tough there too well gaurded. But they knew the weak points. The fleshy entrances and exits of the walled city. Cut and hack enough and it would break away and fall to splintered pieces. More and more weight tossed it’s self to the gate battering Rams used to put more and more strain on the walls line of defense.
Over run it collapsed away shattering like frail bones and letting the disease of the corrupted escape inwards no longer offering it’s protection to the pure of soul inside. Slaughtered and cut down as ghoulish monsters carved their ways in. They were red, black, brown, flesh toned all in all with bits of gore escaping long spiked teeth in their mouths, they were casted out by the maker created by sin upon the golden city. What once was human now held only the resemblance of form as the taint had taken away what was left of their souls and turned them into husk. Their tormented bodied fell with few calls from soldiers but they were over running the city.
Why must the Shield of Alamarr shatter
'Neath bond and blade? To the wisest I sang,
To the wing'd cup-bearers of the tall sky-vaulting,
To the wintry halls of strong mountain-kings,
Where in days forgotten, voices there raised
Might be gift'd answer and those seeking find.
“commander,” a voice called over the sound of chaos “ Commander what do we do?”
A blonde turned around eyes focusing, off of the chaos , onto his Lieutenant. His blue eyes
“Commander,” a soft feminine voice vocalized, “ the city is being over run what’s our next move?”
The blonde commander turned to look the woman over carefully , she was Stern and tough, his lieutenant who knew him better then anyone. The snow blonde shifted on his feet, his Amber eyes passing over the chaos of the corrupted forms tearing down Innocents before focusing in on the cold grey eyes that were waiting for his next order. “Mobilize the southern forces and get as many Innocents out. I’ll take the Eastern guard and hold the darkspawn here. They won’t take anymore lives.” He mumbled with that cold commanding tenor voice that had witnessed battles before and knew the destruction of the darkspawn.
And So is the Golden City blackened
With each step you take in my Hall.
Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting.
You have brought Sin to Heaven
And doom upon all the world.
He stared forwards and watched his men move into position and watched their bodies fell for their cause, and watched them scream in agony as twisted bodies ripped them open, and he knew that there was nothing more he could do. The darkspawn could take more elives despite the speech he could give he couldn’t stop the blight. Forces Called back behind other walls and tucked into the safety of the inner city preparing themselves and taking their wounded off sight. The commander exhaled slowly his sword clutched in his hand.
Violently were they cast down,
For no mortal may walk bodily
Bearing the mark of their Crime:
And distorted that none should see them
“carver?! Carver!! Where is my son!” a voice called panicked and confused , the voice of an older woman who seemed lost in the midst of the chaotic swing. “ where is my son where is commander Carver!!”
The blonde turned slowly and raised his eyes. He looked towards the voice and was met with a vision of his mother, her grey hair that fell over her shoulders and her soft blue eyes that didn’t match his Amber ones at all. She slid in-between his arms and gave him a tight hug. And even after years of commanding, a hug from ones mother seemed to knock him away from his high ground. The sword he clutched clattered to the ground with clear sound of metal to cobble. His tugged her close for a few momment sbefore tugging her away, “mother you must leave. Go now while you can”
“I refuse to leave you here alone.”
“Mother I have to do this for the people”
“ I don’t want a hero Carver I want my son alive!” she snapped and Carver drew back ever so slightly. His head dropped and he turned her with his might and moved her on her way.
“ you have no say in this amtter mother. I am a grown man who must fight these battles so that boys like me don’t have to grow up in wars.” he nudged her off and then turned back to the gates.
“Let the blade pass through the flesh,
Let blood touch the ground,
Let cries touch their hearts.
Let him be the last sacrifice.”
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