The marshal and the legind of the wind scorcher

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the moment when wil's collide on the battle field one can find one's true self and in that moment one has the ability to find even more.(Vasker the valiant 1160-1187)

 

It is the year 1185 on Tera mater and war is the reality most people live in, the Council of the marshal s didn't exist back then, instead the title of marshal was given to top military figures which had the natural ability to use magic, these Masials led thousands of men on and of the front lines of war.

 

At the ripe old age of 16 a young boy by the name Vasker was asked by the king to be one of those men, to be given the title of marshal in these troubled time's and he accepted it in service to the king.

 

He was a great warrior who earned his title threw blood and swet , a man of great wealth and strength, a hero to many but to his men he was there battle brother as well as friend.

 

When he was twenty the king of the Mid guard empire asked him to leave the military to serve as his shield But he refused the offer, to him the battle field was the place he felt free and his men were like his brothers.

 

He laughed with them, he cried with them he fought with them and on the front lines he bled with them, in the end he ultimatly chose this live because it is what he was great in and it took him away from the weakness that plagued him his whole life.

 

It was a bad day as the temperature were high in there forties, the smell of blood hung in the air and soldier were falling over left and right due to heat exhaustion, those who did not fall over held firm tare spears and shields, waiting for the order to march to victory or to death.

 

Days before the war started an emissary from the Mid guard empire was attacked and killed by one of there neighbouring countries, seeking vengeance the Nightingale collective was blamed and war was decreed.

 

The nightingale collective tried resolving the mater with piece talks but that ultimately failed and war was declared with the Mid gard empire.

 

Gathering in there tens of thousands the soldier s of these two nations marched to war led by there chosen marshals.

 

in this quiet heat covered world the unbearable silence was broken when the order to march was given, when the thunderous sound of war drums echoed into the empty valley the soldiers on both sides screamed and ran into each other.

 

When both sides collided, the silence from before was wished for, now replaced by the haunting screams of soldiers dying in there hundreds.

 

Amongst all these men stood Vasker ,it was minutes into this war and he was already covered in blood, as soldiers attacked him he did as he was trained to, he dodged and parried as each peach of razor sharp steel flew towards his body, as soon as the tip of set steel weapon passed his body he took advantage of the brief second his opponent took to reposition, death came quick as there own weapon was tuned against them in a deliberate and calculated movement, sharp pain is all they felt and then sweet sorrowful silence consumed there last moment.

 

As Vasker fought his attention was drawn towards a group of soldiers from his enemy, they acted like no other.

 

They were capable fighters which tore threw his men like nothing he had ever seen and he as marshal and as a soldier could not bare the sight of his fallen comrades so he picked up a shield as he went to defend his brethren.  

 

these soldiers were known world wide as the Nighthawks.

 

These elite warriors were covered head to toe in dark leather plated armour .

 

all of them carried specialised weapons hidden on tare person, one such weapon was a carambit knife with an elongated blade to give its user a bigger attack range, they each wore a face guard in the shape of an hawk's head with two ruby's to shield there eyes.

 

One of these men brandished a spear, the design of its head consisted of a huge twisting spiked blade forty five centimetres long by fifteen centimetres wide covered with poison, smaller bladed spikes of decreasing length spirald down half way of its leanth about one an a half meters towards the hand guard of the weapon.

 

As Vasker approached them he saw the spear, if it wasn’t for the blood of his brothers covering its twisted form he would have thought it beautiful.

 

When the night hawk saw him he lowered the spear in Vasker's direction and he ran towards Vasker in one swift motion, looking at the way the night hawk was side stepping with the spear firmly held in the same forward motion one could tell the soldier was experienced with it.

 

The armour Vasker wore was the same as the rest of his soldiers as to not distinguish him from his men– steel chain mail armour covered by three millimetre steel alloy plate mail and a simple steel helmet, the only thing different from his armour was his thickened steel gloves in wich he used to hide his abilities.

 

When he was in striking distance of the spear the Night hawk steped to the right shifting the spear head to face the man in front of him's shoulder, Vasker took note of the movement and the shield he had he lifted to shield him from the strike.

 

huuuuuaaaaa!!!! the nighthawk screamed as he thrusted the spear towards Vasker's right shoulder, the spear struck the shield with a mighty “thump” and then crack!!!! but the nighthawk was not pleased, he couldn’t land the decisive blow he was looking for.

 

Instead of impaling his victim the spear smashed the shield like it was almost nothing and it struck in between two of the sheets in the shoulder plate mail,the spear tip struck the chain mail beneath it and only 4 millimetres of its tip managed to penetrate both armours into Vasker's skin.

 

Vasker recovered in an instant, he grabbed the spike covered shaft of the spear with his left hand and pull'd it from his armour as he shifted his body parallel to the spear, with his right hand he grabbed the far end of the spear on its twisting head and he yanked it back wards towards him ,pulling it out of the Night hawks grasp.

 

whilst the nighthawk stumbled forward to regain his balance what followed his line of sight was the opposite end of his spear wich slammed into his face, the but end of hardened steal shatterd his mask inwards fragmenting the mask into his eyes, cutting them to ribbons, before he could scream the shaft broke and splintered, opining up the shaft flaring into three shafts behind the steel but end, the three shafts penetrated into his skull , the night hawk fell backwards now dead with the spear in bedded into his face.

 

With a twist of the spear's head what was left of the wooden shaft broke from the loose from the mans body.

 

One of the other tree Night hawks rushed towards Vasker with his elongated carambit knifes drawn but only fools rush in where angels fear to tread, the soldier lernd that the hard way as his opponent re adjusted his stance with the peace of the spear he held in his hands.

 

now facing the hawk with the spear head he ducked low as his opponent jumped into the air and in a swift upwards motion the spear head found purchase in the soft skin of the man's lower jaw and the blade penetrated into his skull killing him on the spot.

 

Vasker stood up planting the spear into the ground deep enough to let the night hawk dangle of it like a demented flag.

 

When the spear penetrated into the ground the poison started to take effect as he was facing the last of the night hawks.

 

In a moment of reflection Vasker looked back at the two men, he felt bad at what he had done but it was no different then the hundreds of people he had killed in order to fill the void in his life.

 

The third hawk was hesitant at first but the hesitation didn't last long, the weapon the last nighthawk used was as the units name implied, two gauntlets with razor sharp talon like blades at its finger tips like a hawks talons.

 

Vasker's vision was starting to fade when the hawk moved towards him.

 

when his vision came back to him the hawks claws were in striking distance of his face, he grab'd both claws with his respective hands.

 

caught in his grip he brought his left leg up and kicked the hawk in the chest, the impact not hard enough to cause any real injury but just enough to remove the talon covered gauntlets from the hawks hands.

 

In the backwards movement the hawk's quick feet gave them enough momentum to dislodge the broken spear from the ground, without the support of the ground the spear fell forwards, the hawk removed the spear head from tare allies head with a quick yank.

 

Blood came gushing out of the fallen soldiers skull covering the ground crimson.

 

Vasker could feel his limbs cramping up with each passing second. The next thing he saw was the spear coming towards his head in a downwards swipe, he raised his arms to protect him self but the multitude of spikes punctured his armour and his gloves were pull'd clean of his arms revealing the shining chain-mail underneath.

 

The feeling of pain sent a rush of adrenaline running threw his body numbing the pain he felt and giving him a second wind to continue onwards.

 

He ducked and dived as the spear was swung and trusted in his direction, savouring each miss of the blade, it was the first time in years he felt so alive.

 

A few swings later his body started to go cramp up again,he noticed a gap in the hawks attack he grabbed the spear behind the spikes and snapped the shaft like a twig, breaking the weapon in half . 

 

A momentary satisfaction which didn't last long as the poison took deeper effect and he felt like he was cooking alive inside his armour, in that moment he couldn't care any more so he removed his helmet revealing his identity to his opponent, relishing the feel of a cold wind blowing in the area.

 

''Your face'' he herd the hawk say in an stern emotionless tone.

 

Which struck him first was not the words but the sound which conveyed it, it was the voice of a woman.

 

A woman who was matching him blow by blow even though he was poisoned but still she could fight her battles, she was strong, she was relentless, she was fearless and he liked it.

 

he stared back at her “so what of it”

 

its just different then I imagined it to be that's all.

 

The tone in her voice made his in side’s twist and turn or was it the poison, he could not tell

 

so I have shown you mine so its your turn to show me yours

 

you would have to earn it by taking it of my head

 

as he herd her say those words they both could hear the sound of twisting rope.... snap!!!! ,wwwwwooooossssshhhh and then they felt it... the bang!!!!!! of stone projectiles which slammed into the ground bursting into a million peaces all around them.

 

hours into the war both sides were facing a stalemate and to force the pace to change, both sides de sided to use long rage siege weapons to break the stalemate.

 

Hundreds more died in the minutes that followed as the heavens started to rain down boulders of fire on them.

 

They both stared in disbelieve at the slaughter was happening around them.

 

Vasker stared at her, his eyes now noticing the curves of her body,what was he thinking? She was the enemy but he was smitten by her.

 

He tore his eyes away from her and noticed another spear close by lying on the ground and he leapt towards it, swallowing a mouth full of dust in the process but apparently she noticed his movement and she was at his side in an instant.

 

he grabbed the spear,stood up swinging it in a horizontal arch and she leapt out of the way,the spear missing her stomach by inches like he hoped it would but he swung the spear in a second rotation above his head and brought the spear down into the side of her neck.

 

Snap!!!! the shaft broke into hundreds of peaces upon impact sending her face first into the ground, she didn't move afterwards.

 

Vasker stood in front of her downed form victorious over a tough adversary but there was no smiling ,or joy as the adrenaline he felt was gone, the absence leaving him with an empty hole in his chest and a body full of pain.

 

He ducked down to see if she was OK and to his relive she was, he could see her chest rising and sagging which meant she was still breathing

 

'thank goodness he thought'

 

he also noticed a few strands of long dark brown hair running down her shoulders ,on that moment her words ecoud in his head

 

“ you would have to earn it by taking it of my head”

 

since he won he had the right but he decided not to take the chance.

he would hold on to that feeling of surprise and amazement until he could see her again .

 

The bang of exploding balls of fire and hey pulled his attention away from her as fire rained down around them.

 

Being concious ment he would survive the onslaught but she wasn't and he could not bring himself to leave her to die not now that he finally found his equal.

 

in the moment the world around them exploded into flame he could only think of one thing, to protect this person in front of him at all costs because she did something to his hart no one had ever done before .

 

He slumped forward summoning all the strength he could muster and a shield of dense clear christal ice formed around both of them.

 

For minutes that felt like hours the rocks and fire covered hey fell around them bombarding his shield melting it but Vasker resisted it until some shrapnel broke threw the ice which burned into his body.

 

He was in extreme pain as the poison and hey burned into his flesh and ravaged his body but he continued to hold on until he could see her opining her eyes.

 

When the time came ware he could see her opening them he breathed out a sigh of relief and what would be his final breath he relinquished to the world with a smile, he collapsed in front of her, his body giving in to the internal damage of the poison as it could go on no longer.  

 

he woke up the ours later covered in bandages from head to toe, thinking it all a dream but when he looked to his right he saw it lying tare on a table nearby the mask of the night hawk he fought ours before.

 

May I hear you sing once more.

May our harts beet in moments more.

and may I finally see your face.

before night takes me in its final embrace.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

n its final embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in the moment when wil's collide on the battle field one can find one's true self and in that moment one has the ability to find even more.(Vasker the valiant 1160-1187)

 

It is the year 1185 on Tera mater and war is the reality most people live in, the Council of the marshal s didn't exist back then, instead the title of marshal was given to top military figures which had the natural ability to use magic, these Masials led thousands of men on and of the front lines of war.

 

At the ripe old age of 16 a young boy by the name Vasker was asked by the king to be one of those men, to be given the title of marshal in these troubled time's and he accepted it in service to the king.

 

He was a great warrior who earned his title threw blood and swet , a man of great wealth and strength, a hero to many but to his men he was there battle brother as well as friend.

 

When he was twenty the king of the Mid guard empire asked him to leave the military to serve as his shield But he refused the offer, to him the battle field was the place he felt free and his men were like his brothers.

 

He laughed with them, he cried with them he fought with them and on the front lines he bled with them, in the end he ultimatly chose this live because it is what he was great in and it took him away from the weakness that plagued him his whole life.

 

 

 

It was a bad day as the temperature were high in there forties, the smell of blood hung in the air and soldier were falling over left and right due to heat exhaustion, those who did not fall over held firm tare spears and shields, waiting for the order to march to victory or to death.

 

Days before the war started an emissary from the Mid guard empire was attacked and killed by one of there neighbouring countries, seeking vengeance the Nightingale collective was blamed and war was decreed.

 

The nightingale collective tried resolving the mater with piece talks but that ultimately failed and war was declared with the Mid gard empire.

 

Gathering in there tens of thousands the soldier s of these two nations marched to war led by there chosen marshals.

 

in this quiet heat covered world the unbearable silence was broken when the order to march was given, when the thunderous sound of war drums echoed into the empty valley the soldiers on both sides screamed and ran into each other.

 

When both sides collided, the silence from before was wished for, now replaced by the haunting screams of soldiers dying in there hundreds.

 

Amongst all these men stood Vasker ,it was minutes into this war and he was already covered in blood, as soldiers attacked him he did as he was trained to, he dodged and parried as each peach of razor sharp steel flew towards his body, as soon as the tip of set steel weapon passed his body he took advantage of the brief second his opponent took to reposition, death came quick as there own weapon was tuned against them in a deliberate and calculated movement, sharp pain is all they felt and then sweet sorrowful silence consumed there last moment.

 

As Vasker fought his attention was drawn towards a group of soldiers from his enemy, they acted like no other.

 

They were capable fighters which tore threw his men like nothing he had ever seen and he as marshal and as a soldier could not bare the sight of his fallen comrades so he picked up a shield as he went to defend his brethren.

 

these soldiers were known world wide as the Nighthawks.

 

These elite warriors were covered head to toe in dark leather plated armour .

 

all of them carried specialised weapons hidden on tare person, one such weapon was a carambit knife with an elongated blade to give its user a bigger attack range, they each wore a face guard in the shape of an hawk's head with two ruby's to shield there eyes.

 

One of these men brandished a spear, the design of its head consisted of a huge twisting spiked blade forty five centimetres long by fifteen centimetres wide covered with poison, smaller bladed spikes of decreasing length spirald down half way of its leanth about one an a half meters towards the hand guard of the weapon.

 

As Vasker approached them he saw the spear, if it wasn’t for the blood of his brothers covering its twisted form he would have thought it beautiful.

 

When the night hawk saw him he lowered the spear in Vasker's direction and he ran towards Vasker in one swift motion, looking at the way the night hawk was side stepping with the spear firmly held in the same forward motion one could tell the soldier was experienced with it.

 

The armour Vasker wore was the same as the rest of his soldiers as to not distinguish him from his men– steel chain mail armour covered by three millimetre steel alloy plate mail and a simple steel helmet, the only thing different from his armour was his thickened steel gloves in wich he used to hide his abilities.

 

When he was in striking distance of the spear the Night hawk steped to the right shifting the spear head to face the man in front of him's shoulder, Vasker took note of the movement and the shield he had he lifted to shield him from the strike.

 

huuuuuaaaaa!!!! the nighthawk screamed as he thrusted the spear towards Vasker's right shoulder, the spear struck the shield with a mighty “thump” and then crack!!!! but the nighthawk was not pleased, he couldn’t land the decisive blow he was looking for.

 

Instead of impaling his victim the spear smashed the shield like it was almost nothing and it struck in between two of the sheets in the shoulder plate mail,the spear tip struck the chain mail beneath it and only 4 millimetres of its tip managed to penetrate both armours into Vasker's skin.

 

Vasker recovered in an instant, he grabbed the spike covered shaft of the spear with his left hand and pull'd it from his armour as he shifted his body parallel to the spear, with his right hand he grabbed the far end of the spear on its twisting head and he yanked it back wards towards him ,pulling it out of the Night hawks grasp.

 

whilst the nighthawk stumbled forward to regain his balance what followed his line of sight was the opposite end of his spear wich slammed into his face, the but end of hardened steal shatterd his mask inwards fragmenting the mask into his eyes, cutting them to ribbons, before he could scream the shaft broke and splintered, opining up the shaft flaring into three shafts behind the steel but end, the three shafts penetrated into his skull , the night hawk fell backwards now dead with the spear in bedded into his face.

 

With a twist of the spear's head what was left of the wooden shaft broke from the loose from the mans body.

 

One of the other tree Night hawks rushed towards Vasker with his elongated carambit knifes drawn but only fools rush in where angels fear to tread, the soldier lernd that the hard way as his opponent re adjusted his stance with the peace of the spear he held in his hands.

 

now facing the hawk with the spear head he ducked low as his opponent jumped into the air and in a swift upwards motion the spear head found purchase in the soft skin of the man's lower jaw and the blade penetrated into his skull killing him on the spot.

 

Vasker stood up planting the spear into the ground deep enough to let the night hawk dangle of it like a demented flag.

 

When the spear penetrated into the ground the poison started to take effect as he was facing the last of the night hawks.

 

In a moment of reflection Vasker looked back at the two men, he felt bad at what he had done but it was no different then the hundreds of people he had killed in order to fill the void in his life.

 

The third hawk was hesitant at first but the hesitation didn't last long, the weapon the last nighthawk used was as the units name implied, two gauntlets with razor sharp talon like blades at its finger tips like a hawks talons.

 

Vasker's vision was starting to fade when the hawk moved towards him.

 

when his vision came back to him the hawks claws were in striking distance of his face, he grab'd both claws with his respective hands.

 

caught in his grip he brought his left leg up and kicked the hawk in the chest, the impact not hard enough to cause any real injury but just enough to remove the talon covered gauntlets from the hawks hands.

 

In the backwards movement the hawk's quick feet gave them enough momentum to dislodge the broken spear from the ground, without the support of the ground the spear fell forwards, the hawk removed the spear head from tare allies head with a quick yank.

 

Blood came gushing out of the fallen soldiers skull covering the ground crimson.

 

Vasker could feel his limbs cramping up with each passing second. The next thing he saw was the spear coming towards his head in a downwards swipe, he raised his arms to protect him self but the multitude of spikes punctured his armour and his gloves were pull'd clean of his arms revealing the shining chain-mail underneath.

 

The feeling of pain sent a rush of adrenaline running threw his body numbing the pain he felt and giving him a second wind to continue onwards.

 

He ducked and dived as the spear was swung and trusted in his direction, savouring each miss of the blade, it was the first time in years he felt so alive.

 

A few swings later his body started to go cramp up again,he noticed a gap in the hawks attack he grabbed the spear behind the spikes and snapped the shaft like a twig, breaking the weapon in half .

 

A momentary satisfaction which didn't last long as the poison took deeper effect and he felt like he was cooking alive inside his armour, in that moment he couldn't care any more so he removed his helmet revealing his identity to his opponent, relishing the feel of a cold wind blowing in the area.

 

''Your face'' he herd the hawk say in an stern emotionless tone.

 

Which struck him first was not the words but the sound which conveyed it, it was the voice of a woman.

 

A woman who was matching him blow by blow even though he was poisoned but still she could fight her battles, she was strong, she was relentless, she was fearless and he liked it.

 

he stared back at her “so what of it”

 

its just different then I imagined it to be that's all.

 

The tone in her voice made his in side’s twist and turn or was it the poison, he could not tell

 

so I have shown you mine so its your turn to show me yours

 

you would have to earn it by taking it of my head

 

as he herd her say those words they both could hear the sound of twisting rope.... snap!!!! ,wwwwwooooossssshhhh and then they felt it... the bang!!!!!! of stone projectiles which slammed into the ground bursting into a million peaces all around them.

 

hours into the war both sides were facing a stalemate and to force the pace to change, both sides de sided to use long rage siege weapons to break the stalemate.

 

Hundreds more died in the minutes that followed as the heavens started to rain down boulders of fire on them.

 

They both stared in disbelieve at the slaughter was happening around them.

 

Vasker stared at her, his eyes now noticing the curves of her body,what was he thinking? She was the enemy but he was smitten by her.

 

He tore his eyes away from her and noticed another spear close by lying on the ground and he leapt towards it, swallowing a mouth full of dust in the process but apparently she noticed his movement and she was at his side in an instant.

 

he grabbed the spear,stood up swinging it in a horizontal arch and she leapt out of the way,the spear missing her stomach by inches like he hoped it would but he swung the spear in a second rotation above his head and brought the spear down into the side of her neck.

 

Snap!!!! the shaft broke into hundreds of peaces upon impact sending her face first into the ground, she didn't move afterwards.

 

Vasker stood in front of her downed form victorious over a tough adversary but there was no smiling ,or joy as the adrenaline he felt was gone, the absence leaving him with an empty hole in his chest and a body full of pain.

 

He ducked down to see if she was OK and to his relive she was, he could see her chest rising and sagging which meant she was still breathing

 

'thank goodness he thought'

 

he also noticed a few strands of long dark brown hair running down her shoulders ,on that moment her words ecoud in his head

 

“ you would have to earn it by taking it of my head”

 

since he won he had the right but he decided not to take the chance.

he would hold on to that feeling of surprise and amazement until he could see her again .

 

The bang of exploding balls of fire and hey pulled his attention away from her as fire rained down around them.

 

Being concious ment he would survive the onslaught but she wasn't and he could not bring himself to leave her to die not now that he finally found his equal.

 

in the moment the world around them exploded into flame he could only think of one thing, to protect this person in front of him at all costs because she did something to his hart no one had ever done before .

 

He slumped forward summoning all the strength he could muster and a shield of dense clear christal ice formed around both of them.

 

For minutes that felt like hours the rocks and fire covered hey fell around them bombarding his shield melting it but Vasker resisted it until some shrapnel broke threw the ice which burned into his body.

 

He was in extreme pain as the poison and hey burned into his flesh and ravaged his body but he continued to hold on until he could see her opining her eyes.

 

When the time came ware he could see her opening them he breathed out a sigh of relief and what would be his final breath he relinquished to the world with a smile, he collapsed in front of her, his body giving in to the internal damage of the poison as it could go on no longer.

 

he woke up the ours later covered in bandages from head to toe, thinking it all a dream but when he looked to his right he saw it lying tare on a table nearby the mask of the night hawk he fought ours before.

 

May I hear you sing once more.

May our harts beet in moments more.

and may I finally see your face.

before night takes me in its final embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: October 17, 2020

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