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0000This is… Captain, are you certain this is the entire army?
I am… afraid so, my lord. There were many deserters after the defeat… and we were attacked while retreating too, My Lord. It is hard to notice the enemy coming up behind you when you are running in the other direction.
They look as though they will break ranks at the first sign of the enemy. I was told I was taking charge of a battle-hardened army!
Morale is low, my Lord. I am sure your Royal presence will inspire them to new heights of bravado.
Of course, we shall fight a glorious battle.
Yer, with the kid around we probably won’t collapse till the first charge.
Do you make it a habit to address royalty in that way, Sergeant?
Only when they’re children, kid. Thought you’d like to know the Orcs are moving now.
Where to?
Towards us, I’d imagine.
Damn! Get everyone ready! We go to war!
At once, My Lord!
Sure thing, kid. But don’t go calling it glorious or I’ll hafta belt you one.
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In repelling the first wave of a new Orcish attack, the soldiers of Veidar have won their first victory over the brutal invaders. Finding the enemy stronger then they had thought, the Orcs fall back slightly in order to regroup. This short break in the fighting allows Veidar's army to re-supply and re-provision in preparation for the next encounter…
I'll admit this, kid, yer good with that there sword.
Thank you. I suppose. But must you persist in calling me 'kid' Sergeant? If I were any other Royal I wou-
Tell yer father? Ha! You could do that. He'd prob'ly laugh and agree wit' me, though. Me and the king go way back, saved his life a couple o' times when we didn't like the Elves so much.
You fought with the king? With my Father?
That's what I said, yer. He called me Kid, yer know.
Ah.Ah, there you are my Lord! Supplies and fresh troops have arrived from the capital. A contingent of archers, my Lord.
Archers? Excellent, they will be a great help. But where are the cavalry I asked for?
Not ready yet, my Lord.
Don't put yer faith in horsemen, kid, our ol' General did and look what happened to him.
Hmm. Well, get those archers in position then. I expect the Orcs will not leave us alone for long.
Very good, my Lord.
The orcs are defeated a second time, but the Veidar army is exhausted and they have taken severe losses. Heavily outnumbered by their enemy, the Veidar army cannot absorb losses as effectively as the Orcish horde. Unbeknownst to both the Veidar and the Orcs, a new force was about to enter the battle…
…Hmph
Are you hurt, Captain?
Just a flesh wound, my Lord.
Flesh wound? Captain, you are lucky you still have your arm!
Just a deep flesh wound, my Lord.
Get it bandaged immediately!
I shall do so at once, my Lord.
…Somethin' the matter, Kid? Well… besides our inevitable deaths, o'course.
Is the Captain always like that?
Cold an' unflappable? Yeah, always been like that. Tragic past an' all that. Got him drunk once and he was exactly the bleedin' same. We have bigger problems, kid.
Bigger? Why am I filled with dread?
Cos' yer got an ounce of sense in yer head. Scouts spotted a new column of soldiers heading this way. From the North.
Ours or theirs?
We don't have any units North o' here, kid.
No, but we have allies.
Allies… You don't mean…
Yes Sergeant, I do. The Dwarves.
With the Dwarfish armies beside them, Veidar troops capture the Orcish army's major supply base. With the majority of their supplies and heavy weapons now gone, it becomes clear to the Orc commander that victory is now impossible. While he orders most of his army to retreat southwards towards Elfish lands and the remainder of the Orc armies, he leaves behind a motley force of weaker orcs and warriors who have displeased him. They are ordered to make one last offensive to cover the retreat…
They are… what?
Charging right at us, all suicidal like.
Your orders, My Lord?
All ranks form up! Make a wall of swords and shields and stop their advance in its tracks! Then we'll smash right through them and take their Headquarters!
Sounds good ta' me, Kid!
The battle of Aulder is all but over. Their final offensive having failed and the majority of the army already in retreat, the surviving Orcs break and run. Veidar forces take the Orcish Headquarters and wait for further orders. Some hours later, a bedraggled troop of Elfin soldiers arrive in camp. It appears that the Orcs are massing to the south, around the Elfish forest settlement of Greenleaf.
Bah, I hate waiting around like this. Captain Rield?
My Lord?
Make sure that the Elfish troops are settling in, will you? They will be joining us for a time.
… Respectfully request that this duty be assigned to Lieutenant Schultz or one of the other officers, my Lord.
Hmm? Very well then, inform Schultz please.
Yes, my Lord.
He likes the elves not a' bit, our Captain does.
Yes, I can see. Why?
Dunno, someone close prob'ly got killed in the last war. It happens. Don't see the point of getting' all upset over it. That war was as much our fault as the Elves'.
Have our orders come through yet, Sergeant?
Yep, Yer Dad's telling us to stay right 'ere.
What! But we have them on the run! And after what the elves told us? We can't leave them to destroy Greenleaf.
But them's the orders, Kid.
Then I am disregarding them. Inform the others, we leave at once. We're going in pursuit!
Bloody 'ell, Kid. I'm goin' ta' hafta start calling you 'sir.'
Ignoring the implicit orders of King Veidar XIII, the army marches south into Elfin lands. Here the enemy has spread their innumerable legions out thinly, occupying most of the country. Only the forest commune of Greenleaf still opposes the Orcish hordes, using their natural combat ability and the power they take from the forest the Elves have so far repelled all attacks on this natural fortress. However, the new commander of the Orcish forces has a number of tricks up his sleeve…
Report, Captain.
The Orcs are spread out all around this area, rather chaotically so. My scouts report that some of their commanders are confused and morale is not high, especially as more of their wounded from the last battles arrive. Apparently, there has been a recent change in the army's leadership and the lesser commanders are apprehensive of their new General.
But they shall obey him?
In that case, does anyone have any ideas on what our next course of actions should be?
We are outnumbered here nearly ten-to-one, even if we take into consideration the… assistance… of Elfish forces. In my mind I see that we have only two possible choices: Obey the will of our king and return to the Capital, or attack Orcish home territories in the Black Desert while they are undefended.
But to do either would doom the people of Greenleaf.
They are already dead. We can do nothing here for them, my Lord. Do you see those black clouds in the distance? They signify the presence of a Darkweaver; a foul magician of enormous power. I suspect there may even be… something else involved. Our Dwarfen allies have been muttering about it for days now.
I cannot accept that, Captain Rield. I will not leave them to die. There must be something we can do. Any ideas, Sergeant Pitt?
Yes, Sir. They're all spread out like, ya' see? I reckon we should hit the individual units one after the other, real quick, and then vanish again. Harass 'em and push 'em back to Greenleaf an' then crush 'em against us and the Elves. No army likes to hav' they're backs ta' the wall, 'specially when that wall has teeth.
And the Darkweaver?
We should hit him first, 'fore he can finish whatever it is he's doin'. Give 'em hell. You said yerself Captain… Their morale's low.
Well, then we are decided. We shall adopt Sergeant Pitt's plan. Inform the men… and Sergeant… did you call me 'Sir' before?
I'll try not ta' let it happen again, Kid.
While constantly moving camp to confuse their enemies, the Veidar army strikes swiftly against isolated Orc units. Confused and damaged, these units begin falling back to Orcish headquarters near the Greenleaf commune. Meanwhile, they have been tracked down by a cadre of Church Knights from the Holy Capital. They bear terrible news.
No! My father would not do such a thing!
It is out o' character fer him… labeling us traitors and deserters like that…
We disobeyed his orders. We disobeyed the orders of the KING. My Lord, we must return to the capital at once and throw ourselves on your father's mercy.
…Truly?
If we do so, then I believe we shall be spared. You are his son, my Lord, and Knight Commander Siwn informs me that the Church has remonstrated with the King on our behalf…
No.No, my Lord?
My father is afraid. He is afraid that he will lose his army and his only heir. That is all. I will not abandon the elves to die, and then watch as the Orcs rebuild their forces and attack us again. Next time we may not survive… No, we must stop them here. We must remove them as a threat once and for all. My Father will understand… eventually.
Aye, Kid, he will.
We fight. Captain, ask Commander Siwn if he would consider fighting beside us. Tell him it would be an honour to draw swords with him.
… At once, my Lord.
Defeated again and again by Veidar guerilla tactics, Orc forces are pushed ever closer to their operational headquarters near the ever-resistant Greenleaf. Their commander, perhaps anticipating the tactical disaster quickly brewing around him, orders his army's strongest and most dangerous units to the front.
Ah, Captain. Just who I was looking for.
My Lord?
As we are now… technically… an independent army I was thinking of making a few changes in the way things are run around here. I have been very impressed with your work, Captain, despite your own personal feelings on the current situation.
I am nothing if not loyal to my General, my Lord.
You are more loyal to your General then to your King, Captain?
I have never known my King, My Lord, I don't know what kind of person he really is… but I have always known my Generals, and it is to them that I have sworn my loyalty and my friendship.
I do not suppose you will mind if I promote you to Colonel then, my friend?
I… Of course not, but-
You're my second-in-command, Rield. You need an appropriate rank. Incidentally, have you seen Sergeant Pitt?
No, and - ah, wait. Here he comes now.
Hey Kid, yer gotta see thi-
Ah, my new Captain is here, I see.
Err… new Cap'n? Who-
You, Pitt.
Cap'n? Me? An officer? I'm alota' things, Kid, but class traitor ain't one of 'em.
What is wrong with being an officer exactly… Captain?
Well, I've always thought officers couldn' even cook their own bleedin' breakfast.
Hmph.
Rield excluded o' course. I KNOW he can't cook his own bleedin' breakfast. I've eaten some of the stuff he's cooked, and I can tell ya' that I use them two adverbs rather lightly…
Yes, that is very interesting, Captain. I assume you didn't barge in here just to complain about my culinary ability?
Or lack thereof. Anyway, Scout's hav' come back in, Kid, and yer not gonna believe what they've seen. Golems, kid, with the Orcs. Bloody Golems. Bloody people o' the First mount'an.
Golems? Are they renegades?
There are no such things as renegade Golems, my Lord. The Golems and Dragons of First Mountain act as one people and one people only. There is no individuality. All work towards the greater glory of their Burning King.
Then if there are Golems among our enemy, then the Burning King and the people of First Mountain have allied themselves with the Orcs.
… Or, the Orcs hav' allied wiv' them.
Whichever it is, Captain, prepare our men to move out. Golems or no Golems, we have a job to do.
After another successful strike the Veidar army quickly retires back to their supply camp. With the Orcs confused and elfish forces within Greenleaf causing significant damage with their own guerilla tactics, Prince Vern decides to rest his men…
Colonel Rield? Where are you Colonel? Dang an' bloody blast it! Where are yer, you ruddy pathetic excuse of an officer! We've got a situation and I'm not tellin' the kid alone.
Ye-yesh, C-captain?
I can't wake any of those bloody layabouts we call soldiers! Sumthin's really wrong an- Colonel Rield? Are you feelin' alright?
W-whut? No! Of coursh not! I'm fin..e.
Urk. Veidar black whisky. I can smell it on yer breath. I've been a soldier fer twenty-five years, ya know. After so many battlefields, you forget how to smell, or you go completely insane, whatever works. But I can definat'ly smell that stuff, Rield. You can always smell Black whisky. It propels you through drunk an' out the other side.
So whut? I des-deserve a break.
Oh, I wouldn' be upset but someone's gone and MESSED WITH ALL OUR BLOODY SUPPLIES, MAN! There be a time ta' get drunk and it sure as all the hells ain't now, and another thing - Oh hell, it's the kid, hide that bloody bottle an' don't breathe on him.
Ah, Colonel, Captain. I've just gone for a stroll around camp, would one of you mind telling me why all our soldiers have been poisoned?
Some bugger must 'ave messed with our water, Sir, Our Non-human brethren are all fine an' dandy and the knights; well, they don't never drink nothin' but wine so they're alright too.
And Colonel Rield? He seems a bit… unsteady.
I-im fine, M'lard
Stop talkin' and lie down. He was showin' solidarity with our troops before, sir, and musta drunk some of the water…
All right then. Captain, gather anyone still capable of standing and get them battle ready.
Why's that, Sir?
Because, Captain, If I had taken the trouble to gain access to, and pour sleeping potion in, an enemy's water supply then I would damn well want to push the advantage. We are about to be attacked.
Good point, Sir.
And Captain?
Yeah, Sir?
That's 'Kid' to you.
Sorry, Kid.
The Orc's attack has been thwarted. However, the security of the Veidar army has been breached, and much of their water supply tampered with. With a large percentage of their supplies now useless to them, the Veidar army must prematurely instigate the final phase of their strategy: A massive coordinated strike on enemy Headquarters with the Elves of Greenleaf…
Colonel! Captain! Get your men ready immediately, we go to Greenleaf! Elf Commander Eiron and Lieutenant Schultz have returned from their mission to the commune. The Elves are prepared to strike; they wait for us to give the signal.
At once, my Lord!
Already? I thought It'd take longer. Blasted Schultz, he'd do anythin' ta stop me gettin' any sleep.
I am very sorry Captain, would you like me to inform the Elves that we will not be relieving their home today on account of your being tired?
'Course not, Kid, my unit was ready an 'our ago.
Very good, Captain. We march in fifteen minutes.
It is amazing how quickly he has adapted to the role of Commander. It is difficult to believe he is only twenty-one.
Spittin' image of his father.
…Incidentally, Captain, I wish to… Thank you… for covering for me before.
Heh, No problem. I'm a tad worried about just how yer managed to smuggle Black Whisky in 'ere, though.
… One of the Elves gave it to me.
What's an Elf doin' with Black Whisky? Water makes 'em tipsy.
It was a gift, apparently, for showing bravery in combat. Me, receiving a gift from the Elves. Can you believe that?
Ha, and you wer' so surprised that ya' nearly drank yerself to death. You're going where every soldier worth his salt ends up goin'. Yer start to realize that enemies, those people you've despised so long are, in the end, jus' people like you. Enemies never last. I'll bet you twenty coins that we'll finish this here war up in a month or so, and negotiate a trade agreement with the Orcs the very next week.
Hmm.An' on that note, let's get moving. The kid'll charge the lines himself if we're late.
Striking swiftly, The Veidar army breaks through the Orcish front lines, throwing them into a panic. Facing defeat on both fronts, the Orcs' commander finally reveals himself…
Kid, More of 'em on the way!
Yes, I… Who is that at their head?
It is… No, it cannot be.
That ain't no Orc I've ever seen. Ain't no person from First Mountain either.
Then who…?
It is Kashnaru, Fiend of the fifth Circle. He is a Hellspawn. The Darkweaver must have summoned him to command the army; Kashnaru is known to consort with them.
Oh lover-ly. I've always wanted ta' tangle with a Demon.
Then here is your chance, Captain!
Kashnaru drastically underestimates his enemy and is defeated. Wounded, he flees to the centre of his camp and orders the remainder of his troops to form a defensive perimeter around him and his Darkweaver master. Seeing that defeat is inevitable, The First Mountain troops and near half of the Orcish soldiers still fighting the Elves, flees. The Veidar army makes a last assault…
Heh, would'ya look at that?
Hmm. They have taken a defensive position… but most of their troops have fled.
With good reason, I am sure we will prove. Everyone ready?
The Orcish hordes have fled Greenleaf for their own nation in the Black Deserts.Victorious, Prince Vern and his troops are welcomed as heroes into the Commune. Here, they replace their supplies and plan their next move. A week passes, and a religious procession from Veidar arrives in Greenleaf. They are led by Prelate Roland Aichis, and bring a message from the king…
It seems I was right about my Father after all. Our positions within the Kingdom of Veidar have been restored. There have been celebrations in the streets at the news of our victory, and they want to build a statue of me in the main square. Ha, we have gone from Traitors to heroes in a few short weeks.
I'm still gonna give 'im a kick in the pants for this whole fiasco, though. An' where's my bloody statue?
They wouldn't have enough bronze, Pitt. My Lord, what now? Is It time for us to return home?
Homesick already, eh? I thought you'd be wanting to spend more time 'ere, after all, yer getting' to know the Elves fer the first time in yer life. What about that nice Elfish lass I introduced to ya last week? what abou-
Please, Captain, It is difficult enough for me to find that after a lifetime of hating the Elves, that they are actually not the bloodsucking fiends I had always thought. I do not need you trying to… marry me off to one.
Ha! I can think of worse fates.
See? Y'know Rield, I've always thought you looked a bit Elfish. You'd really fit in.
… All jokes aside. What are we going to do now?
We could return home, of course. The enemy has been driven from our lands. Yet while we have won a victory here, their army remains strong. It will not take them long to rebuild and what then? We re-fight the war in a few years time? No. We cannot allow that.
We're goin' ta' the Black Deserts then?
Yes, and to First Mountain if it is required. I wish to find the one responsible for starting this war.
When do we leave, my Lord?
As soon as we can. The Prelate wishes to join us too. I have accepted his aid, as I expect we shall need all the help we can get. Now, we take the war to the enemy.
The Veidar army pierces Orcish defenses, and enters the inner Black Desert. This is the home of the Orcs, and the Veidar forces pass through a number of mostly deserted Orcish settlements. Prince Vern's scouts report that the majority of the remaining Orcish units were converging at the base of First Mountain. There were some exceptions, a group of Dragons and Orcs lay in wait for the Veidar army…
Dragons?
Some of the most powerful inhabitants of First Mountain. Their presence proves it beyond a shadow of a doubt. The Burning King and the people of First Mountain are behind the invasion.
But why? That's what I want ta' bloody know…
I… Do not believe we would understand even if told. They are an ancient people, and the Burning King is as old as the Gods themselves. Their minds work in ways we can only… wonder at.
Whatever their reasons, we shall resist them. Forward men, and fear not Dragons.
After defeating the Dragons, the Veidar army stumbles onto the hovel of a strange old man. The man introduces himself as Emeril Taranou, once Archweaver of the long dead guild of Magisters. As the Army resumes its march toward First Mountain, Emeril takes up position in the rearguard…
What did he say his name was again?
Emeril Taranou, once Archweaver of the Guild of Magisters, until the Church had them banned from Veidar.
That was over a hundred years ago, is it really him?
We-el, I've already seen him arguin' with our good friend the Prelate, so it's a fair bet.
If he is brave enough to argue with Roland Aichis then he is either the genuine article or seriously messed up in the head. I am sure we will know soon enough.
Heh, that's fer sure.
...Colonel, is something wrong?
I thought I saw… my Lord, somebody is coming! They are here!
Damn!
Having repelled the first attack, The Veidar army finds itself surrounded by orcs and Dragons, even with the great power of Emeril, things seem suddenly hopeless…
No! We have come too far to fail here!
Hah, It's been nice knowin' ya, kid, really brought back the memories…
At least we shall die with honour!
That makes me feel a whole lot better, really, thanks a bunch, ya litt- What… What's that!
I don't believe it… Gryphons… We were told they were extinct…
Gryphons? There are Gryphons still alive?
Ha! Look'it that! They're attackin' the Dragons! Bloody marvelous!
Then why are you just standing there? Let us go and assist them!
Prince Vern and the Veidar army halt some kilometers from the base of First Mountain. Across the Desert plains the massed Orcish army can be seen. Neither side makes a move as the sun descends below the horizon. On the next morn, there shall be blood shed. For now, there is only preparation…
There you are, Captain. Mind if I join you?
O' course not, kid. Where's that prat Rield?
Rield is running around like a headless chicken, he wants to be sure that everything is ready for tomorrow.
All he'll do is tire 'imself out. Best thing ta' do before a big battle is relax. Like me.
Ha, do you do anything else?
Not if I've got a choice, no… Have yer heard what all the men are callin' yer yet? They're callin' yer the 'Prince of War.'
'Prince of War', eh? I suppose I should be flattered.
…And yer not?
There is nothing glorious in it at all, is there? War, it's just slaughter.
Haven't I been tellin' yer that since day one? Course there's no glory in it. Nothing glorious 'bout cutting open the stomach of some poor bugger you've never even met. I've seem too many men steal the boots off of their best friend's still warm body jus' so they wouldn't freeze ta death the next night, to ever call war glorious.
When I become King… I'm going to make it certain that there are no more wars… Captain? Is something wrong?
Hah… Now that does bring back memories… On the first night I knew yer father, we were all sittin' round a campfire like this… and he said those same, exactly the same, words ta' us then. And he meant 'em just as you do… but… We're still 'ere, kid, in the desert. Still at war, an' still killing.
Pitt…
Wanna know how I first met yer dad? I was once a squire fer the Holy knights, believe it or not. I even met Commander Siwn when he was jus' a young lad. Course, I was a young lad then too. Anyway, This was the time of the Civil Wars, when Duke Falan tried to contest yer Grandfather fer the throne.
My Firs' battle as a squire, I lost it. I couldn't handle the sight and smell of it all, so I ran away. Spent the nex' two years of me life drinking myself to death in seedy pubs all round the country.
Then, fate went and stepped in. I got conscripted inta' Falan's army on the eve of his last stand. There I was, shakin' in me boots at the thought of battle… Well, I don' need ta' tell ya that it didn't go well for us. In fact, we was getting slaughtered. I didn't want ta' die there so I took of my helmet and picked up one that some poor bugger from the King's army wouldn't need anymore.
My uniform was so covered in blood by this point that yer couldn't tell which one it was. An' so I turned traitor. When the battle was over, and Duke Falan was dead, Yer Grandfather had me put before 'im. The old guy was sharp, noticed what I had been doing. I thought I was beyond dead at this point, an' when he asked me why I'd done what I'd done, I told 'im straight out "Cos I wanna stay alive, yer Majesty.'
He smiled at me an' clapped "Excellent! Excellent! Then you shall become my Son's bodyguard, for anyone who wants to protect their own life, will be sure to protect my Son's life."
That sound's like something my Grandfather would have done…
An' so I was assigned to yer father's bodyguard division. Followed 'im to every campaign he ever fought. 'Least a hundred battles now. Ya see, Kid, I'm a professional soldier. I was a soldier before now, I'll be a soldier after now. I don' know nothin' else. I'm stuck 'ere with no chance ta' escape.
There'll always be wars, kid, we're human an' we can't help it. The best we can do is make the times of peace count.
Ah, Don't let me get yer down, kid, you've got a battle to win tomorrow. An' a Peace to build.
Yes, and I shall not waste it.
After hours of intense fighting, The Orcish General can no longer hold out any hope of victory. He surrenders to the Veidar army, and then slays himself in shame. Many war weary Orcs are happy to lay down their arms and accept surrender. Some choose suicide. Others cannot bear the thought of defeat and flee to the slopes of First Mountain in the hope of continuing the struggle.For the Veidar army, the end is in sight.
Colonel Rield! We have won!
My Lord-
Where is Captain Pitt? We must all drink together to celebrate the Peace we shall soon forge.
My Lord… my Lord… Captain Pitt… is dead. He took an arrow in the throat during the last hour of battle…
Pitt is… Is dead?
I am very sorry, my Lord.
It seems then… that he did escape after all.
Nevermind, Rield… Who is next below Pitt in rank?
That would be Lieutenant Schultz.
Please inform Schultz of his promotion to Captain, and tell him to get as many men battle ready as he can in the next hour. We are going to First Mountain.
So soon?
There shall be peace. I will be sure of it.
Prince Vern and the Veidar army have nearly reached First Mountain. Nobody who has faced them in battle has yet prevailed, but now they face the elite of the First Mountain people…
The base of the mountain is guarded by a Dragon?
Not just any Dragon, the Dragon Lord… His name cannot be pronounced by human tongue, my Lord.
We have defeated all the others who have tried to stop us, Colonel. The Dragon Lord shall be no different.
With the Dragon Lord slain, the Veidar army enters the hallowed caverns of First Mountain. Here resides the Burning King, as old as the Gods. He is their messenger. He is immortal.He is the final obstacle.
You must know that the Burning King of First Mountain cannot be killed. He was the first created by the Gods, and was given immortality by them.
But, he can be diminished.
That is true, your own ancestor, Veidar's founding King, defeated the Burning King in a duel. Moreover, for a time the Burning King was silent to the world… But, it was never recorded for how long he was gone. It could have been ten years; it could have been a hundred… He will not be banished forever.
If ten years of peace is all I can give my Country… then it is what I must give. I do not believe we will ever know peace as long as the Burning King commands the First Mountain. He has decided to make war on us, and he will not cease until his objectives in that war are realized. So… I will defeat him here. I shall force him into dormancy, so that we may know a time, however brief, of peace. It is the least I can do for Pitt and everyone else who has died in this conflict.
It is as you say, my friend. Let us put an end to this.
The World fell silent.They emerged, wounded, weary. They leant on each other for support; Elves supported Dwarves, Priests supported Weavers and vice versa. They stumbled down the slopes of First Mountain. Some fell, and the others dragged them to their feet.
They marched through the desert. Orc scouts guided their feet, Orc Shamans healed their wounds, Orc peons gave them water to drink and food to eat. Peace had come to the Black Desert.
One by one, they reached their homes. As they passed by villages throughout Veidar, the soldiers who lived in them were allowed to return. The Elves turned to Greenleaf, the Dwarves for Granitehome. By the time Prince Vern passed through the gates of Veidar City, only a few hundred men of his army remained.
They were hailed as heroes.Prince Vern became heavily involved in affairs of diplomacy and state, and by the time he ascended to the throne he had negotiated an alliance with the Clans of the Black Desert.
Colonel Rield resigned from the army and returned to Greenleaf. He made his peace with the elves, and eventually married. He was made King Vern VI's official ambassador to the Elfish people.
Captain Pitt was buried in the shadow of First Mountain, and he was made a knight of the realm by Prince Vern and King Veidar after the campaign's end. His was the only statue ever commissioned for the Central Square, where it stands and takes in the city with watchful eyes.It was an age of Peace.
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