Smoke rose high on the horizon.
Prios poured his drink and watched the enemy slowly coming towards his city. "Not just my city, this is my home, my second chance". A touch of sadness crept into him, "It should be a matter of hours now." said Prios gloomily, and he knew that the end was near.
The city endured many sieges throughout the ages and not one of them sucessful but there was something rather different about this one, the noises were all wrong. without so much as a , Prios never enjoyed them loved battles, from far anyway, he wasn't much of a fighter and preferred to watch battles instead of fighting them. "No fighting for me, I wouldn't dare spoil these clothes with unholy blood."
"Does he want a reply? Maybe he just thought it out loud, he's doing that a lot lately. Bah, why should I care? He likes to talk and I like to drink" thought Prios while pouring down his last wine down his throat.
This room wasn't always so dark and gloomy, Prios could remember back in the days of Ioannes campaign in the east, the palace would burst in joy and laughter and ............., "Back in those days... I sound like a little girl longing for my lost doll, this court position made me soft, I don't need this, I will..." - Prios glanced at the wall and saw it. "Survivors, pressing hard. "They're here!" cried one of the
It was a promising venture, Ioannes took 500 of his legions and led them east towards the lost Towers of Light. After a crucial victory at the "Battle of the Fords" everyone agreed that he could do it, not only save the realm but reconquer the lost valleys beyond. But like the fire from a brazier, he soon found himself defeated and retreated back to the safety of his city.
Prios poured his drink and watched the enemy slowly coming towards his city. "Not just my city, this is my home, my second chance". A touch of sadness crept into him, "It should be a matter of hours now." said Prios gloomily, and he knew that the end was near.
The city endured many sieges throughout the ages and not one of them sucessful but there was something rather different about this one, the noises were all wrong. without so much as a , Prios never enjoyed them loved battles, from far anyway, he wasn't much of a fighter and preferred to watch battles instead of fighting them. "No fighting for me, I wouldn't dare spoil these clothes with unholy blood."
"Does he want a reply? Maybe he just thought it out loud, he's doing that a lot lately. Bah, why should I care? He likes to talk and I like to drink" thought Prios while pouring down his last wine down his throat.
This room wasn't always so dark and gloomy, Prios could remember back in the days of Ioannes campaign in the east, the palace would burst in joy and laughter and ............., "Back in those days... I sound like a little girl longing for my lost doll, this court position made me soft, I don't need this, I will..." - Prios glanced at the wall and saw it. "Survivors, pressing hard. "They're here!" cried one of the
It was a promising venture, Ioannes took 500 of his legions and led them east towards the lost Towers of Light. After a crucial victory at the "Battle of the Fords" everyone agreed that he could do it, not only save the realm but reconquer the lost valleys beyond. But like the fire from a brazier, he soon found himself defeated and retreated back to the safety of his city.
