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Would hate to waste a good head!
"I don't care what you think that would serve for" the Brethren Knight Cleves said in a stern tone to a bunch of disappointed orc mercenaries. "You are NOT going to take any head -or anything else- that will rot and give away our position miles away only from it's stench and the flies. I don't care if it's for a bounty, trophy, part of your culture. I don't want to see ANY head, ears, hands, fingers or anything else. Are we clear?!"
"But how are we going to get paid?!" protested an Ozcura, waving the freshly cut head of a fallen enemy.
Cleves sighed. "Just show the treasurer -Brother Dithmar- and he will keep a tally for once we are back in Castle Kreuzfeldt" the warrior-monk said. "And don't take too much loot, either" this generated a wave of protests, as it was part of their benefit. "No complains!" Cleves said. "We are deep in enemy territory, and we still have a long way to go. So we can't get overburdened. Take preference for food, because anything else we will have to carry all the way to the Demonlands and back"
There was general disappointment among the Orcpeliers -the orc mercenaries under service of the Order of the Holy Sword of Nortender-, but they understood the logic behind it.
"I don't know. I would hate to waste a good head!" said Magdalena, as she tossed the head of a vanquished enemy on a burlap sack her sister Hortence was holding.
"Hello, fellow Orcpeliers!" said another grey orc near them.
They turned around, not recognising her from the garrison of Kreuzfeldt... or any of the other Orcpelier forces that where gathered as auxiliary infantry for this deep raid into the enemy lands, to support the heavy cavalry of the Order and the mounted infantry. But she had the right sort of gear, and a hastily pinned yellow cross of Nortender on her clothes.
The third ozcura looked quite nervous... as if she had fought in the losing Dark Legion force and quickly slapped the symbol of the Order, rather than try to run or surrender -well knowing that in such a deep raid into the Demonlands, the order couldn't really spare time and manpower with prisoners.
The two sisters looked at each other, knowing well what happened. They knew the order didn't recruited on the battlefield deserters... but they where so far away from the lands of the Order, and in this battle they had already lost several of their comrades... who would tell the knights? Unlike them, they could appreciate an intelligent ozcura with an instinct for survival.
"Hello... fellow Orcpelier" the twin sisters finally said to the relief of the new recruit.
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The boy had the Dragon Eye specialized in seeing his own future.
He searched and slayed the people who will harm him some day.
He called himself the true avenger.
Since he's killing more and more over the world as years go by,
the blood on his axe and tear on his eyes never dry.
The world is made of magic
I can see them
I can hear them
For the song is so beautiful
The world is a beautiful place
When the beauty of the sleeping forest turned into a dragon, the prince equipped his shield on his spear.
The shield started to spin with the wind noise.
Black Dragon of Nightmare! You must be the monster who imprisoned the princess.
Now, let my shield blade cut your evil flame!
When the bridge fell above the giant's head, the king gently asked him to stay standing because people have to cross the bridge.
I will be back and reward you, riding on a four-horses with nine eyes carriage.
The giant believed his promise and waited until he turned into stone.
I heard that our concept of perspective means nothing to magic.
Even I, who always used magic as a bait, didn't know that.
So the destruction of Bleakmoor was actually all because of me!
You wouldn't imagine how much I laughed when I realized that.
She combined the language of the lost age, magic with cyborg surgery to take a leap into the next step of mortal being.
The new human with supreme spirit and power was born.
But she regretted her change barely a year later.
The styles always get old, you know.
The Knight Eldwin found out that all things can be transposed into the words.
That meant the skillful master could dismantle the words to reembody the natural phenomenon.
He stored the natural phenomenon inside the framework of words, and fired them in battle.
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