Uasal
The Swiftest Shot In The West
Eastern Empire - A See of Dirt and Decay
In the border town of 'Non Ipsum Magna,' the mass burial ceremony was a solemn affair, marked by an air of reverence and sorrow. The town, devastated by See magics, had been nearly buried under the earth, leaving only fragments of its former self visible. Amidst this scene of ruin, the surviving villagers and a detachment of battle-hardened troops gathered to honor the dead, most of whom lay unrecovered beneath the earth.
The sky was a bleak gray, with a light drizzle that seemed to mirror the tears of the mourners. The remaining structures of the town, half-buried and crumbling, served as a stark reminder of the devastation that had occurred. Yet, amidst the destruction, there was a sense of solidarity and resilience among those who had survived.
In the center of the town square, a large pit had been dug to serve as a collective grave for the victims. The villagers, dressed in somber attire, formed a solemn semicircle around the pit. Each face bore the marks of grief and loss, their eyes reflecting the pain of their recent ordeal.
At the forefront of the assembly stood an elderly man, the village patriarch, his face lined with age and sorrow. He began the ceremony with a voice that carried both strength and sadness. "We gather here today," he said, "to honor the memory of those we have lost. Our friends, our family, our neighbors. Though their bodies lie beneath the earth, their spirits remain with us."
A detachment of soldiers, who had bravely fought against the See invaders and eventually pushed them back, stood at attention nearby. Their presence was a testament to the courage and determination that had saved what remained of the town. Leading them was Luisa, her expression a mix of solemnity and resolve. She stepped forward to address the assembly, her voice firm but laden with emotion. "We are here to honor the fallen," she began. "Know that their sacrifice will not be in vain. We fought bravely to protect this town, and we will continue to fight, to rebuild, and to ensure that their memory lives on. To ensure we as a people live on. To ensure the Fae get what they deserve."
As the ceremony progressed, individuals stepped forward to place tokens of remembrance into the pit. A child's toy, a beloved book, a piece of jewelry—all symbols of lives cut short and the memories that remained. The villagers and soldiers alike bowed their heads in silent prayer, the only sound the soft patter of rain and the occasional muffled sob.
The patriarch concluded the ceremony with a poignant invocation. "May their souls find peace in the afterlife," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "And may we, the living, carry on their legacy with the strength and resilience they would have wanted."
As the villagers began to disperse, their hearts heavy with grief, the soldiers remained, standing sentinel over the mass grave. Luisa looked out over the devastated town, her expression hardening with resolve. "We were too late," she said quietly to her nearby soldiers. "We're always too late... tsk"
In the quiet aftermath of the ceremony, the rain continued to fall, washing away the tears and the blood, but not the memories. 'Non Ipsum Magna,' though scarred and broken, stood as a symbol of the enduring spirit of its people, a testament to their resilience and the bravery of the soldiers who had fought to protect them.
Maverick Six Gwen_Temi
In the border town of 'Non Ipsum Magna,' the mass burial ceremony was a solemn affair, marked by an air of reverence and sorrow. The town, devastated by See magics, had been nearly buried under the earth, leaving only fragments of its former self visible. Amidst this scene of ruin, the surviving villagers and a detachment of battle-hardened troops gathered to honor the dead, most of whom lay unrecovered beneath the earth.
The sky was a bleak gray, with a light drizzle that seemed to mirror the tears of the mourners. The remaining structures of the town, half-buried and crumbling, served as a stark reminder of the devastation that had occurred. Yet, amidst the destruction, there was a sense of solidarity and resilience among those who had survived.
In the center of the town square, a large pit had been dug to serve as a collective grave for the victims. The villagers, dressed in somber attire, formed a solemn semicircle around the pit. Each face bore the marks of grief and loss, their eyes reflecting the pain of their recent ordeal.
At the forefront of the assembly stood an elderly man, the village patriarch, his face lined with age and sorrow. He began the ceremony with a voice that carried both strength and sadness. "We gather here today," he said, "to honor the memory of those we have lost. Our friends, our family, our neighbors. Though their bodies lie beneath the earth, their spirits remain with us."
A detachment of soldiers, who had bravely fought against the See invaders and eventually pushed them back, stood at attention nearby. Their presence was a testament to the courage and determination that had saved what remained of the town. Leading them was Luisa, her expression a mix of solemnity and resolve. She stepped forward to address the assembly, her voice firm but laden with emotion. "We are here to honor the fallen," she began. "Know that their sacrifice will not be in vain. We fought bravely to protect this town, and we will continue to fight, to rebuild, and to ensure that their memory lives on. To ensure we as a people live on. To ensure the Fae get what they deserve."
As the ceremony progressed, individuals stepped forward to place tokens of remembrance into the pit. A child's toy, a beloved book, a piece of jewelry—all symbols of lives cut short and the memories that remained. The villagers and soldiers alike bowed their heads in silent prayer, the only sound the soft patter of rain and the occasional muffled sob.
The patriarch concluded the ceremony with a poignant invocation. "May their souls find peace in the afterlife," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "And may we, the living, carry on their legacy with the strength and resilience they would have wanted."
As the villagers began to disperse, their hearts heavy with grief, the soldiers remained, standing sentinel over the mass grave. Luisa looked out over the devastated town, her expression hardening with resolve. "We were too late," she said quietly to her nearby soldiers. "We're always too late... tsk"
In the quiet aftermath of the ceremony, the rain continued to fall, washing away the tears and the blood, but not the memories. 'Non Ipsum Magna,' though scarred and broken, stood as a symbol of the enduring spirit of its people, a testament to their resilience and the bravery of the soldiers who had fought to protect them.
Maverick Six Gwen_Temi
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