by PSLoyalist » Tue Apr 15, 2003 7:19 pm
Servi took a deep breath, then looked over to Frey, who was excitedly bouncing on the bed.
"It was several years ago," Servi said with a pause, trying to recollect memories long repressed, "I was a newfledged commander, and was assigned to my first battle, as field general. I was to take this very town we are in now. I marched into the square and announced the city was now offically occupied, not expecting military resistance..."
~~~~FLASHBACK!!~~~~~
The townspeople gathered around a large group of troops, huddled around a fountain, on the edge of the fountain stood a young Servi, brash, young, fresh, and intellegent. He read from scrolls in his hand, declaring the city under control of the Myr kingdom.
"We are only the first wave," Servi said putting his scroll away, "Any military action will result in an over running of your city, so please sit tight while we clear out high ranking officals and leaders."
Servi jumped down from the fountain and begn to order men around, pointing ot certain houses and stores to be cleared and checked. As Servi pointed to a large brown house, the windows slammed open, reviling archers who instantly fired on Servi's troops.
"What teh hell..." Servi could just barly finish his sentence as several of the townspeople stripped off their robes, revileing military uniforms.
"Charge!," Servi yelled withdrawing his sword and chrging through his troops into the enemy.
<div style="text-align:center">No more then five minutes later; i was hit by an arrow, in the arm. ignoring the pain, i moved to an alleyway, where i spent teh rest of teh time watching my troops get mauled, it was horrible.</div>
Servi sat, slumped behind a broken barrel, covered in shadow, watching enemy troops prowl the bodies for survivors and usefull equipment. Everytime a wounded would raise his hand for help, the enemy would drive a sword through his chest, these men were monsters.
"Were is that second wave," Servi said as he raise his head to the sky, observing the lowering sun, then down to his wound, arrow still plunged deep into his arm.
Still looking at the sky, Servi could see a flaming ball pass through the air, rubbing his eyes, he checked again, and saw three more flames fly through the air, coming to loud crashes in the buildings behind him. Looking back into the alley, he could see men running for their lives as a large mass of troops entered the square, drawing swords with the enemy troops waiting for them.
<div style="text-align:center">heh, didn't take long for the second wave to figure out they had gotten ambushed when enemies appeared in the rear, toke them ten minutes to be completly annialated, but unlike us, they were scattered throughout the city, trying to escape. i figured now was a better chance then any, so i made my break for it, staying in the shadows, running down the streets</div>
Servi ran through the shadows with quick speed, powering only on adrenniline as catapulted balls of fire would land near him.
Servi stopped as he heard the screaming of soldiers, looking up he saw three men charge him, swords drawn. Servi drew his sword, ready for anything, if he was gonna die, it wasn't gonna be running.
Taking his stance, Servi awaited the three soldiers to get within range, but beofre that, teh tavern next to him blew up in a ball of falmes as the alchohol was egnited by nearby fires, fueled more by another crashing ball of fire.
Servi was knocked to the ground, struggling to get up, the soldeirs had reached him, and realizing his crippled state, kicked his sword away and began to beat him, other soldiers, even townspeople, began to kick and shout, and beat Servi as he screamed for help.
<div style="text-align:center">I don't remember much after that, but from what i was told was that a ballista turned the corner and fired, knocking all the soldiers down, they denied there was any townspeople killed by that, but because i was on the ground, the massive bolts didn't touch me, and flew over my back, ripping through the soldiers. but what i do remember is the morning after.</div>
Servi awoke, staring up at the blue sky, clouds floating through it like barges on the ocean, something he missed seeing. Sitting up, he grabbed his arm in pain, but instead of blood, he felt bandages.
Looking around, Servi could see he was on a hilltop, were other wounded men layed with him, groaning in pain. He couldn't tell who they were because the sun still hasn't come up far enough to make much more out besides silouettes.
Looking out into teh town below, Servi could see it was burnt to the ground, stone structures still remaining, and fires still struggling to stay alive. Men were rushing in and out of teh town trying to get medical and fire supplies.
Servi got up, still in some pain, and walked back into the city, he was gonna help somehow. Grabbing two buckets of water from a nearby tent he ran into the town and found a small fire in the tavern that had blown him to the ground. lookng at the tqavern, he could see himself being beaten by the townspeple and soldiers, bloodly screaming for help.
Snapping out of his daydream, Servi threw the buckets on teh fire and ran back for more...
~~~~END FLASHBACK!!~~~~
Servi looked over to the now silent Frey, and then to the pitiful firplace.
"I can still see the butchered women and children lying maulded and scattered across the cityscape," Servi said pausing then continuing again, "but something else died there in the bloody mud, masked by the blizzard of screams and battle. It was a peoples dream. It was a beutifull dream."