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I Am So Lost at the zenith, where none can reach. Wondering Wanderer What will your reflection think? Who’s imitating who? Who’s emulating who? The Dark and The Light. krad and light(zem) They Found Me commune
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Sunday, August 27, 2006 The time has finally come. After decades of strife, the animosity between elves and humans is drawing to a close. Plipti Plains. It shall end where it all began. The plains where first contact was made, where the first wave of elves that surged into the Homelands met their first challenge. This day, it shall be soaked red again. The greatest array of warhost in history has been gathered. The elves with all their eighteen battle guilds, the humans with the elites of the five nations. A defeat of the elves will reduce them to scattered sands in the wind, eliminating the threat and ensuring peace for years to come. Or so the High King said. Lord Hazac gazed across the field, at those slender, sickening elven forms. Those marauding devils shall be vanquished today, or he will be too dead to care. This war has taken away his life and given him another. All his life he has been training, and fighting. There is nothing left for him to fight for, he fight for the sake of fighting, and that is all he knows. His training to defeat this horror has turned him into a horror of his own right, a death-dealer, blade-on-legs, and nothing else. Lady Aine's parting words continued to haunt him. Hollow... With a roar, the nation's most accomplished swordsman charged into the fray. The growth of a concept that developed during my dark lanoitan ecivres training phase, where sometimes we train under incompetent command and flawed institution; we train to defend something we dont believe in; we train till we know nothing but train, with the many weekends eaten up, personal freedom and welfare swallowed, social and family life fading away, resulting in a pretty hollow existance.
zeminith wondered and wandered @ 3:17 pm |
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