In the year 1300 an era where war is fought day and night, frontier to frontier, drenching the soil with stain of blood and with the metallic stench making it more unbearable, the sight atrocious mutilated corpses basking in the sun, and entrails scattered everywhere. Young Soldiers, Veterans, Officers, Nobles, Kings and Kingdoms fought and fall each day.
Except for one. A Kingdom located far North bordered with mountains and valleys a natural impregnable fortress accompanied with it's cruel climate during winter, no single army could withstand the cold outside. A Kingdom where the flames of war haven't reach their borders. It is a Kingdom full of festivities, the inns are always full, wine barrels are empty, and people dancing every corner of the street. As the people at the Capital City celebrate the commemoration of their 134 years of peace and prosperity and establishing their Kingdom. But what truly is happening within it is inconceivable.
The corruption of Nobles are beyond no bounds, slavery, exploitation, extortion, murder, and illegal gambling. Even the Royal Family themselves involve with these activities. The corruption are spread throughout the land, only few loyal Aristocrats to the Kingdom fought a small scale wars with other Nobles. As they fight for Honor, Glory, and Chivalry to save the Kingdom from the brink of destruction where their Ancestors bled and died for.
But this is the only the start of their worst nightmare. The Kingdoms from the central plains started amassing their army, that even gods will tremble with fear. Millions of soldiers marching towards the North, As the fan of war are at their doorstep, unprepared. The Royal Family and the Nobles started to flee with their wealth and army, leaving its citizens unprotected and disordered. Panic befall their people as they've been left to die by their rulers, children's crying, women begging for food, men are taking up arms.
Before all hope is lost, the 4 loyal Aristocratic Clans who remained, united their armies to fight their foe, buying time for their women and children enough time to flee. Their hatred for the Royal Family and Nobles are at their peak. As they march to Kulun Pass a natural fortress and only road between the Central plains to the North. Where they will engage the invaders. The Godfrey clan a vanguard clan which are feared for never losing a single battle with their heavy armored cavalry and infantry with golden flag and a gryphon symbol they exudes the air of magnificence. The Reynolds clan who were experts in terms of archery with a green rose embedded at their coats, Cornelius clan who were mages specializing with Earth and Wind magic, Clement clan who were the last Ancient clan of war engineers, making the best siege weapons throughout the continent.
As these armies marched South to the Kulun Pass, every men young nor old in the villages and cities who sees the 4 Great Clans joined their ranks as long as they can carry a weapon to defend their loved ones even if it means their death. As they reach Kulun Pass, it was overlooking the Central plains, they saw an army of millions of soldiers, few hundred thousands of cavalrymen, and a thousands of siege weapons their army can be seen until the end of the horizon of their eyes.
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The 4 Aristocratic Clans and Militia only consists of 400 thousand in total started to cry but didn't waver, as they know if they retreat their wives and daughters will be butchered, raped and sold to slavery which they can't allow. They will not allow even it cost their lives. Their aura began to change as they emit the air of death, even the untrained militias gives the aura of only the cracked troops emit. But there is a man who is different, the leader who united the 4 Clans and his name is Earl Aldun Godfrey.
1st Person POV
Aldun Godfrey
'I can see my men crying, we know we will die at this place.' As I removed my helmet and smiled with a sense of relief. I stood at the very front I can see my enemies before me. I give a glance at my son he smiled and said "Father, if I die tomorrow and somehow you survive can you look for Mother? And tell her I love her?" My son he's only 18 years old yet his eyes is full of determination, and compassion. If only those cowards didn't flee we should've chance to survive this disaster! How can I face Leila my wife if his beloved son dies before me. I will save him. "Men! Dismount! And make camp." I said with a loud voice. My men complied immediately, I walk towards the direction of my trusted aide, As I sigh, and thought of these men who fought with me and bled with me and willing to die for me. And I stood before them ““Lord Aldun”” they said simultaneously. I only nodded as a sign of confirmation “I need sentries on the wall now. And gather some trees and make some pike at the wall, and don’t forget to dig some trenches.” I said with a calm manner. “”It will be done my Lord”” as they bowed, I then went to the tent of the other Clan Leaders, the two guards saluted as I enter and get past them. I can hear them discussing about defensive strategy.”Brothers” I said they bowed and said “Brother Aldun.” I walked to the center where there's a table and a map. I then said "What are the possibilities of us winning this war?" They all shook their heads "We can only buy time for our families to safely cross the mountains until they reach the shore" as Gilbert Cornelius said then sigh. I see so at least we can have to save as many as we can, "Reynolds, Cornelius, Clement, what should we do about our sons? At the last moment we can get them out of the battlefield. They're our only hope." As I said while thinking about those Damned Nobles. "I agree, We can't let our bloodline end here, we also need to punish those traitors!" As Reynolds said angrily his eyes are bloodshot red full of hatred.
"Get your sons and place them under the command of my son Yric and prepare yourselves for tomorrow we shall meet again at Valhalla with our ancestors." I said, before I left them behind, and went straight to my tent.