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tree-puncher423

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The Last Will of Brunnermond
« on: March 18, 2011, 08:41:20 pm »

This is my last will and testimate. I have much to leave behind and few possesions, no money really. Except my story. I am writing this down while I can still remember it. I hope you enjoy what you can of it as it is the story of myself, Brunnermond of the Dwarven Military.

May 17, 742: Day 1
I was inducted into the thirty-first siege batallion in North Bakington Military Command Centre. I soon discovered that both of my friends were in the same group as me. We were never happier to see one another, well, almost never...

May 18, 742: Day 2
We were loaded into wagons the next day, some were loaded fully to the front and back with supplies and weapons. Among the other wagons were me and my mates of the military. Most fell asleep in their seats while others dazed off into a void of thoughts.

May 19, 742: Day 3
We finally made it to the camp! It was daybreak now and we were escorted into small cabins dug into the side of the mountains surounded by trenches and guards. It was almost pitch black and hardly any light shone enough for us to see where our bunks were. For once in my Dwarven life had I felt unafraid and unable to be defeated. I was wrong to feel that way, I feel that I had put a curse upon me and my company.

May 20, 742: Day 4
We did several drills that day, mainly the kind that you run when you are to capture an Elven base. We drilled, and drilled, and drilled again. We did it to perfection every time. Although none of it helped out on what was to happen to me, my friends, and the entire world. It was all a waste of time, even if we won the day we never counted at what cost it was, or what the cause of it would be.

May 21, 742: Day 5
We packed up today, bolts in hands and swords on our sides we headed out to Eastern McHaelonTown. We arrived in a few hours, but what we saw changed us forever. The city was in ruins, citizens were laying in the streets in pools of blood and ash. Civilians of a human town were murdered. They were unarmed and were passivists, but that did not stop the Elves. We would make them pay for what they did. WE MADE THEM PAY!

(End of Chapter I, please comment and ask for the next chapter if you like this new series!)
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