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[Snackofthefuture]

CASTLE UNDEIRVOLME

The sky was as grey as the mountains it loomed over, and the clouds were heavy with the coming rain; lightning flashed in the distance over the Cherull Mountains. A small, tree-filled mountain range ripe with feral orcs, wargs, and the enemy. The infantryman glanced from the wall he stood upon in the direction of Nerido and grinned. Castle UndeirVolme lay rather close to the border between three nations: Argas, Detros and Nerido. The land surrounding the towering aged colossus was scattered with trees and the burnt up husks of old homes torched in the onslaught of Nerido's first assault. That had been a year ago and the castle still stood as imposing and arrogant as ever, like some old lord who'd held on to his position for too long at the cost of everything else. Driving the Nerido out of the county had been violent and exhausting work. Many lives had been lost and the land would take ages to recover. The soldier turned from the group he'd been sitting among and walked down into the wall. They'd be leaving soon, the whole regiment, to support Lord Felrose and his campaign to uproot the Nerido Skirmishers dwelling in the hills.​

 

[Snackofthefuture]

-Gaullus-
Placing the letter down on the table in front of him, Gaullus fell back into his chair. He was exhausted; A raiding party of feral orcs had been harassing their supply lines for weeks and he'd finally finished rooting them out, delving into the forests surrounding the Castle with bands of hunters and skirmishers, burning their havens and destroying their meager settlements. Arriving back at the fortress he'd been greeted with multiple pieces of rather unpleasant news. The paladin would be leading a regiment up into the mountains to support Argas forces under Lord Felrose's command stationed there. They'd be going in the hopes that the extra troops would bolster morale and perhaps deceive Felrose into thinking that the High Lords at the capital had not designated the north a secondary objective. However, somehow the plan to lead up into the border mountains had not been the worst news he'd heard that day.
A new weapon had been completed in the south of the nation and it would be arriving at the mountain front soon. He'd heard the rumors of the weapon and he didn't like what he'd discovered. It apparently dealt in some eldritch powers that hadn't been summoned in a very long time and had connections to the dreaded Mepulto. He sighed and his shoulders slumped; It didn't really matter to him in the end, he'd still fight for his beloved Argas and if he died or they used some abominable weapon it wouldn't matter or change a thing really. The war would go on and the masses would still die in droves.

 

[TheLoyalAcorn]

-SETH-

Days had turned to weeks and Seth finally finished his mission. The forests around the castle were rid of Orcs. Seth was suppose to be here for a fortnight at the most. The order upon learning Seth was still there told him that a sword line of Actian infantry were to join the Commander here for a push northwards. Seth was to be the Deathshroud for the sword line's commander.

Seth was informed days ago and was informed today that there were Actian banners on the horizon. Seth set out to find the commander and request billeting for his men. He had sent a messanger days ago to tell the commander about the additional forces being brought to the castle. He didn't hear back from the commander and assumed it was beneath the commanders cares.

Seth strode through the castle's corridors to the commander's chambers. Servants and guards flinched as he walked by taking great care not to touch him. Argasi or Actian, superstition still reigned supreme around the order. None wished to risk the wrath of death itself.

A few twists and turns, Seth stood in front of the Commander's door and politely knocked two hard times in hopes he was in his chambers. While many Actian's spoke the trade language. Seth could speak Argosi well enough with a distinct accent which did cause a communication problem here and there. Hopefully, the commander could understand him and with that Seth waited for the door to open or wait a decent time before leaving.