In his tent he laid on his cot with his three other fire members who shared a resemblance in this vast army made up of all walks of life. He was the youngest of thirteen children. Their mother was a well known, and famous Bard, Musician, and Beast Tracker. Raising thirteen children alone was a hefty burden. Yet she managed with help from the Taverns, Patrons, Travelling Merchants, Warriors, some Soldiers, and unfortunately those Mercenary Types or Killers. One of this eldest brothers left the family for a life in the Navy until he showed up on the news as a Pirate. It broke his mother's heard to see a son of hers go to the pirate's way of life.
His older brother then became a beast hunter or Monster Slayer under the wing of a famous Superhuman on their planet. Most of their race had tails likes like cats or monkeys while others did not have one at all. Those Superhuman beings had far more strength than most humanoids or life forms. Another brother was taken in as a Squire to a Knight who served the King well. He left for a crusade on the outer rim territories. His sisters were in between all the boys of the family. Their father rarely even saw them except twice a year. All of the girls joined the court as the entertainment, minstrels, maids, and lady in waiting.
Years passed then his two other brothers left the family one went off to join this secret army who are said to be copies of a man who saved their people. Many people believed this army of look a likes were a joke and that it was simply because they all had shaven faces. Each of them was a paratrooper of some sort or a ranger while others were troopers to the crown. As he cleaned the tavern-inn which his mother opened up one of this brothers came home as a Commanding Officer. He had grown larger because his experiences in the war zones. What really hurt his mother was that the other one did not come home like he said. He became an assassin-rogue. Out of rage she banned that one from coming as well. The other brother was forced to stay and so was he. For the next couple of years they stayed to help with their mother receiving visits from the Monster -Slayer, the Knight, and the Commander.
When word got out that a large horde had amassed once again. All able bodied men and available women were summoned. In tears his mother fought to save her remaining children from the horrors of war and from leaving the family. Against her wishes they were conscripted. His other brother was placed in that top secret army of copies or look a likes. While he was placed under the conscripted army. This army was consisted of the lowest of the low. Gathered from all corners, nations, cities, and walks of life. Much like his hero he marched with these wretches, and vermin of society. He discovered he was not the only one conscripted.
While in his tent he heard the drums pounding summoning the conscripts to their formations. Battle was upon them. Every one of them marshaled out of their tents into formations. Under the tune of the old fife and drum they marched forward armed with bolt action rifles and outdated uniforms of black and white. Although they did not carried their rifles the way most armies did the conscripts pressed on the march to find a small force of defenders. Seeing the defenders fighting their hardest to keep this horde at bay the commanders ordered for the entire regiment to flank the horde of strange creatures, mutants, and other fowl creatures.
For him it was time to face his fears. Each night he shirked outdoor duties at night. He was scared get eaten alive by those monsters he heard about. As he loaded his rifles he aimed and fired hoping that would keep the monsters away. For several rounds he loaded and fired until the horde was fast approaching them. He shook in his boots nearly wetting himself at the sight of this army. He had heard stories that scared him to the bone. Then a voice behind him said '"Act like a man boy! Your Kingdom needs you!" Out of curiosity he turned around to see it was another well known hero. It was that boy who saved their world time and time again. He was man now with a stern face, a cropped beard and an aura that could kill. This man was called a Dragon much like the Impaler.
"Grab your balls men, these beasts are nothing! They threaten to murder and rape their victims in order to have their way. Bah! Kill them and take no prisoners!" the man said riding what appeared to be a large feline steed.
As preposterous as it seemed for someone to be riding a feline as a mount this Dragon was not to be mocked. He slapped a Lieutenant across the face for being a typical dog that she was. This infamous Dragon grabbed the command while their commander was being eaten after leading a charge.
"Bayonets!" the man roared.
Feeling the courage rise up in him the youngest son of a Bardess fixed his bayonet and prepared to charge into the ranks of the fowl horde that ravaged their world for centuries. He was finally going to act like a man.
His older brother then became a beast hunter or Monster Slayer under the wing of a famous Superhuman on their planet. Most of their race had tails likes like cats or monkeys while others did not have one at all. Those Superhuman beings had far more strength than most humanoids or life forms. Another brother was taken in as a Squire to a Knight who served the King well. He left for a crusade on the outer rim territories. His sisters were in between all the boys of the family. Their father rarely even saw them except twice a year. All of the girls joined the court as the entertainment, minstrels, maids, and lady in waiting.
Years passed then his two other brothers left the family one went off to join this secret army who are said to be copies of a man who saved their people. Many people believed this army of look a likes were a joke and that it was simply because they all had shaven faces. Each of them was a paratrooper of some sort or a ranger while others were troopers to the crown. As he cleaned the tavern-inn which his mother opened up one of this brothers came home as a Commanding Officer. He had grown larger because his experiences in the war zones. What really hurt his mother was that the other one did not come home like he said. He became an assassin-rogue. Out of rage she banned that one from coming as well. The other brother was forced to stay and so was he. For the next couple of years they stayed to help with their mother receiving visits from the Monster -Slayer, the Knight, and the Commander.
When word got out that a large horde had amassed once again. All able bodied men and available women were summoned. In tears his mother fought to save her remaining children from the horrors of war and from leaving the family. Against her wishes they were conscripted. His other brother was placed in that top secret army of copies or look a likes. While he was placed under the conscripted army. This army was consisted of the lowest of the low. Gathered from all corners, nations, cities, and walks of life. Much like his hero he marched with these wretches, and vermin of society. He discovered he was not the only one conscripted.
While in his tent he heard the drums pounding summoning the conscripts to their formations. Battle was upon them. Every one of them marshaled out of their tents into formations. Under the tune of the old fife and drum they marched forward armed with bolt action rifles and outdated uniforms of black and white. Although they did not carried their rifles the way most armies did the conscripts pressed on the march to find a small force of defenders. Seeing the defenders fighting their hardest to keep this horde at bay the commanders ordered for the entire regiment to flank the horde of strange creatures, mutants, and other fowl creatures.
For him it was time to face his fears. Each night he shirked outdoor duties at night. He was scared get eaten alive by those monsters he heard about. As he loaded his rifles he aimed and fired hoping that would keep the monsters away. For several rounds he loaded and fired until the horde was fast approaching them. He shook in his boots nearly wetting himself at the sight of this army. He had heard stories that scared him to the bone. Then a voice behind him said '"Act like a man boy! Your Kingdom needs you!" Out of curiosity he turned around to see it was another well known hero. It was that boy who saved their world time and time again. He was man now with a stern face, a cropped beard and an aura that could kill. This man was called a Dragon much like the Impaler.
"Grab your balls men, these beasts are nothing! They threaten to murder and rape their victims in order to have their way. Bah! Kill them and take no prisoners!" the man said riding what appeared to be a large feline steed.
As preposterous as it seemed for someone to be riding a feline as a mount this Dragon was not to be mocked. He slapped a Lieutenant across the face for being a typical dog that she was. This infamous Dragon grabbed the command while their commander was being eaten after leading a charge.
"Bayonets!" the man roared.
Feeling the courage rise up in him the youngest son of a Bardess fixed his bayonet and prepared to charge into the ranks of the fowl horde that ravaged their world for centuries. He was finally going to act like a man.
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