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ooc: CACOPHONY OF SILENCE (Silence) 16 5,006,769 312,923
DEMONIC REALITY (DR) 14 4,193,062 299,504
Good luck to all! /end ooc

So as the soft ground gave way beneath his feet, and the snorting sighs of the horsemen gathered around him, did he turn his eyes toward the clouded sun and stop for a moment, savoring the moment before the rain came, and all that would be was washed from the lands. This war had be placed upon their heads, the constant yammering of those that stand next to them in banner and god, asking who would step forward to do that which many had not the courage to do. The Drow held the Eastern front, despite their heavy losses, and the Reality still searched for their queen, but Crynus knew that if she was not found, this would be the last he would send his demons to their deaths to find her. Too long now had the sun turned grey, and too long did the constant bickering and complaints reach his ears. Now was the time to truly know that which was hidden from them for so long. The demons had been scattered across the lands, indeed many were still on their way to this war, but they would come, Crynus cared very little for land or glory of victorious battle at this point, only that this burning question, the question that plagued him the moment he was chosen to take control of the guild would finally be answered.

On this day, to this sun and to these lands, would the blood of demon and human mix, spelling out the answers he so desperately sought, to ease the troubled burden which weighed heavily upon his mind.

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The demons finally came. Kyoji was in his tent and they came. There were many. The hell-spawn drove at the lands of Silence with vigour only the devil himself could muster. And as the wave of demons hit, something happened that Kyoji did not expect. They were beaten back. The troops waving Forets banner held their ground and though Darden's demons never relented they made very little ground. The battle had been joined. Once the two masive armies angaged, Kyoji waited. His men were not in the front line. They were too weak, or so it was thought. Kyoji spoke a spell and his forces doubled in size. Soldiers sprang from the ground. And they marched on the Demonic Reality. And with the other Silent, Dr was beaten back for now.

Kyoji knew though that the day was far from won. He knew the General on the other side. He had faught beside him many times. Crynus was as cunning as he was strong. Thoug Kyoji was slightly confused. The messenger bird had been sent long ago to Crynus when he spoke of peace. Now there was only war. It saddened Kyoji slightly. He thought about times when they had gone to seek death together. Now the faced eachother and one of them would have it. Under his breath Kyoji muimbled a slight prayer of fortune for everyone involved. There were others in the Reality that Kyoji knew, Tekmet and Kaemon, their banners could be seen as well. The first offensives were over. War was setting in over the lands of Silence and The Reality. Blood stained the fields and the sounds of battle fill the sky.

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Thu Mar 18, 2004 12:39 am
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Many days have past but not soon enough did war rage on the lands of Daniel and his fellow warriors. The armies of Demonic Reality has declared war on Silence and once again the Foret and Darden Gods battle it out. As the Elite Leaders of Silence take the defending battle field against DR the battle begins....

Receiving a scribe saying that DR is on there way and to be ready at any time. Daniel satteled up his horse and sends out for all his army to come at once. With only hours until the armies of DR reach his kingdom the army and a few more reach his kingdom. Another scribe comes from a scout from FD. It reads Do not wait for them to reach you. Go out and meet them on the field. That will take them by surprise After reading the scribe Daniel looks at his men. I know we are not ready for this. And I know many of you are weak and tired from building your lands and building your family. But today is our day. It's our day to give our support to our guild and to gain the respect we deserve from our fellow guild members and our God. Man up we ride.

After his speech Daniel and his men where ready to ride into anything and everything. Nothing could stop them that day. They where victorious in every encounter. This is the day that the Darden God met Daniel......

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Thu Mar 18, 2004 11:12 am
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:: whoosh...bang ::

Explosions rippled across the sleepy villages as temples all across the kingdom were burned and desecrated. A dull glow backlights the scene as thousands of thieves and murderers prowl the streets desecrating the holiest shrines of Foret. Templars rush to the Shrine of the Devout Wind, arriving just in time to protect it from the same fate.

The night is further broken as foul lights and storms of lightning further befoul the pristine lands. Priests give their lives trying to hold off the worst of the assault but whole villages are blown to tinder by the lightning strikes but once again the worst damage is stopped.

Bells are ringing throughout the land as the village fire brigades fight to stop the spread of the fires in an attempt to contain them to the temple districts. Shouts go up from the outer walls that the enemy is upon us. Once again the Templars rush to the scene; their timely arrival was enough to turn the tide.

Khellendros stretches out his wings and swoops low over the battlefield. Enemy troops flee at his approach.

"Rally to me! We ssshall crush these worthless dogsss. We shall take this war to their lands. This battle shall be fought in their villages and in their homes. Their widows and children shall be bawling to an uncaring moon by the end of this night. We march! Kill them all but leave one boy alive; he ssshall bear witness to our power and proclaim it throughout these landsss for the rest of his daysss." snarled Khellendros


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Farewell...long into the night, good child of peace. Here is the horror of war and its spawn have no hearts...

Tekmet and his men ran through the forests bordering the lands of Silence. He held no love for this guild, and their demeanor and success brought to surface the hue and ire of anger in him every time. Certainly, he would never grudge success, but think of the terms of that success and how they it was meted out, put him ill at ease.

Four DR leaders had answered the battle call that day besides Tekmet Their goal was the king of the land and the four mighty that stood beneath him. Tekmet had seen many of their defenses and had devised a plan. Immediately, his send his thieves ahead, and took a light vanguard to the edge of the forest. Some two miles beyond, he saw the shimmer of the fading sun glinting off the armour of his kin. One of the vanguard rode with an outline of Tekmet's plan. It was sure to work.

If DR could do away with many of the thieves of the top silence kingdoms, then their treasuries and temples would be unguarded. Then the demon magi would level entire cities with their fervent chanting. Tekmet's thieves would enter with little resistance and rob coffers and poison wells...all like a shadow passing a grave.

Then, the thousands of troops that DR wisely kept would crush and bring about the demise of the enemy...like a long and unremembered dream, this day had been awaited. The goal was to slow the progress of Silence and this plan would work.

Tekmet watched as his rider approached the ranks of his kin. There was a heated discussion, and movement in the ranks, but in a cloud of dust the troops began to ride. Tekmet's messenger was left standing...unheeded.


Later that evening, as Tekmet waited for orders to come down, on how to best use his massing force of thieves, a rider from the south came. He was bloody and barely clinging to his horse.

After surviving and refortifying his lands, quite easily, after the first round of the DR assault, the king had brought his his might to bear on the unguarded lands of Tekmet, who loyally awaited order for this mass of thieves. A thousand fortresses fell under the might of the King of Silence and Tekmet's lands were no more.


Ire, wrath, unheeded words...and now, Silence was stronger than before.

With a vengeful scream, Tekmet's men bolted full speed to the south to find their homes and lands and protect them. Leaving most of the force of thieves behind, a few loyal troops rode like the wind.

Along the way, in an unprotected valley, they came upon an outlying castle of a Silence kingdom. In a few moments it was rubble. Men, horses, cattle, women and children...felt the wrath of the Unholy that Tekmet bore with him in a race to save his kingdom...

but of course it was too late. All that was left was anger and bitter bile rising in the back of his throat. All he could co was stare East to the mountain top where the King still stood...with Tekmet's land under his belt, and now even his own lands reclaimed in a brilliant counter attack.

Patience...

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The demon looked up a trickle of blood running down the side of his face over the reddish-brown crust that had already hardened there earlier. In fact the demon looked as if someone had done a bad job of painting him in blood. Some still wet and sticky well the rest and already dried to his thick black hide. A slight smile of amusement cracked across his dark lips as he surveyed his lands. They stood in ruin, bodies laying here and there smoking husks of what they once had been. Once again accursed magics had brought ruin to his lands. By those that were to cowardly to attack as one should. To weak to bring the fight to his lands. How he hated those wielders of magic. Cowering in there strongholds well they threw magic from afar. One day he would teach them as he visited upon them his terrible wrath. Mages and all their kind. He though his ebon face a mask of malice and glee all at the same time.

At last the plans Nether and he had hatched had come to life. Silence had stood unhindered for far too long and now chaos was visited upon their lands. Who better to bring in then he himself even now he could feeling the chaos flowing through their lands like a ripple across a still pond. It flowed through him feeding him, lending him power, always whispering that it was there, telling him to spread its glory across these lands. He turned his claws digging into the earth as his eyes linger in the direction of the cacophony. Slight rage simmering in their pupil-less crimson depths, but that rage was always there lying in wait for the right moment it might explode forth upon some innocent creature. His demons had tasted heathen blood but it was not enough and they were ready to spread out once more stealing all life from that which would stand against them. None where safe from their wrath not the innocent, not even the children. In fact they took extra joy in snuffing out a life that had just begun.

Venorik turn back walking into the swamp the held his tower the thick mist seeming to swallow him as he walked into it. Soon enough his demons would spread like a plague across the lands of Silence once more but for now he would wait. A plan need to be devised and Venorik would speak with KyAlur before the sun had set. Hopefully the mage would still be at his tower. The only mage that the demon tolerated, but Venorik would just have to go and see.

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Such anger and vengence these heathens had for his following of his God. The followers of Isonian had raided his lands merely a week past. They could not capture the Pillars. The Tiavain were distpatched of quickly after their planned assault on the Silence.

The Silence waited again, only to be struck again this time by the followers of Darden. This Demonic Reality. Filled with anger and hate. Another wave was thrown at the Silence once again.

In the past, the fools had sent him messeges of apology for the scum caught sneaking in his lands. Liars they claimed they were merely "updating" their old scrolls. Their lies got them no futher. Their scouts could not breach his lands. Later that afternoon spies from the Sactum had breached his lands and gathered information for the Demonic use. The needed the assistance of their allies for their eyes. It was no matter to the Prophet, they needed all the advantages they could get to.

The Prophet had forseen this so his kingdom was kept under close watch for the night.

He was right. Fires burned in the north, armies were invading the lands.

The Prophet was ready. These fools would not catch him off guard for too long. The northern boarders have been breached by the armies of the Demonic, one of Nether.

THE PILLARS WILL NOT FALL

Cursing to himself that he was not quicker as Nethers armies drew closer to the Pillars, the Prophet threw up a temporary defence. The new help from the west helped and the north was secure.

It was time to counter. Scrounging up his war charts, a perfect target was found. Amasing a new army, the Prophet rode to lay new seige on the one Tekmet. The counter was like a flash of lightning. Tekmet's lands were poorly defended and easily breached. He had regained his land lost to Nether at the expence of his guildmate.

He sent word out to his guildmates to prepare. They were soon notified and ready to defend their lands. Scouts were dispatched, burnings were made. The Demonic's Seige's first strike damange was limited:

"M'lord! They have only breached a few of the Silence lands! None have fallen!!! Tis wonderous news"

"Yes...the demonic had underestimated our strength it appears and our ability to counter will be like none they have ever seen in the past. We shall take what mistakes they have made and make them pay dearly for them."

The Prophet knew now that the battle could be won. They would amass a counter attack so strong the lands of Maxim will shake.

The Demonic will pay a dear price for daring to attack the Silence, he would get his land back from Nether. The Pillars will stand high upon his lands for now...


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Sire, Demonic Reality is attacking. They are hitting anything they see at sight.

Demonic Reality?

How could they be attacking us. Funny. Only two days of peace since our last encounter.

How are we standing ?

They seem to Guerrilla Raid our borders, but not succesfuly sir. They are also using sorc attacks on us.

Ok. Raise the alarms, tell everyone to gather troops quickly.

We have one problem sir, Most of Silence leaders seem to be away. Only FDragon has been accounted for sir, and his lands are taking a heavy beating.

Only two of us. Thats more than enough

He can take care of himself. Send all thieves and provide me with intelligence, once everyone is in, send a few back, and burn all the temples our enemy have.

That should be more than enough. If they keep on sorcing us, then with just burning their temples down should be more than enough.

Send someone to find every one in Silence. We will hold the line till everyone is back.

Time to hit back..

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The demon tide had somewhat abated. Kyoji still woke to reports of Darden magic striking every night, but it was no longer hurtin as much as it did. Kyoji ordered the repairs and then continued to advance his troops. A day or two ago, Kyoji was ordered to Tekmet's lands to liberate captured resources. Kyoji stood at his old comrades borders. He was reluctant to raise his sward to a former ally. He sent a messenger bird, wishing Tek Honour and Glory in all his future battles. Kyoji waited till Tek knew he was there and then signalled his advance. This battle would not be fought to win, it would be fought with honour above all else. Kyoji forces broke through and his task was completed. The land Kyoji had been sent for belonged to Foret once again. Kyoji ordered his troops to stay their ground but make no more advances until his order. Days later, they were called away again. To fight another battle. Kyoji himself left this part of the country without a word from Tek. He thought to himself, that he would have liked to meet this old friend under different circumstances.

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In the grim morning mist that shrouded what was left of his kingdom, Tekmet walked with a few men in hushed reverence. The kind of reverence that a man of the gods has when he enters a house of worship...the kind a sword maker has when he tests a virgin blade...the kind that a warrior has in the fray...everything comes together, even as they fall apart.

There was little left of his lands. Silence was so effective and brutal in their raids that the foundations of the walls were barely able to be seen. Stone was shattered, wood was splintered, and flesh was scored from bone. Looking for any signs of the living, and he knew he would find none, Tekmet gathered what he could salvage and with his men prepared to leave his lands and find a home to the west.

It was as he was walking past the what remained of the old gate, that he saw underneath an overturned fishmongers cart, and bright feather. Tekmet knelt and pulled the body of a scarlet and gray messenger falcon, with an arrow through its breast; around one leg was a band of silk with a note.

Tekmet read to himself and a wry smile graced his lips. It was from a warrior of days past...one who rode with silence now...one who fought with honor...one who shadowed death and knew no fear.

Tekmet chuckled. The note was not a taunt, nor a threat, but a bidding of success and joy in battle.

Tekmet took the bird and the message with him. As he retreated, he raised his sword to the east...he would see silence again.

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In the grim morning mist that shrouded what was left of his kingdom, Tekmet walked with a few men in hushed reverence. The kind of reverence that a man of the gods has when he enters a house of worship...the kind a sword maker has when he tests a virgin blade...the kind that a warrior has in the fray...everything comes together, even as they fall apart.

There was little left of his lands. Silence was so effective and brutal in their raids that the foundations of the walls were barely able to be seen. Stone was shattered, wood was splintered, and flesh was scored from bone. Looking for any signs of the living, and he knew he would find none, Tekmet gathered what he could salvage and with his men prepared to leave his lands and find a home to the west.

It was as he was walking past the what remained of the old gate, that he saw underneath an overturned fishmongers cart, and bright feather. Tekmet knelt and pulled the body of a scarlet and gray messenger falcon, with an arrow through its breast; around one leg was a band of silk with a note.

Tekmet read to himself and a wry smile graced his lips. It was from a warrior of days past...one who rode with silence now...one who fought with honor...one who shadowed death and knew no fear.

Tekmet chuckled. The note was not a taunt, nor a threat, but a bidding of success and joy in battle.

Tekmet took the bird and the message with him. As he retreated, he raised his sword to the east...he would see silence again.

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The dawn of a new day...bright beautiful and joyous. That was the feeling in the lands of Silence and especially in the Prophet's realm. Peasents were singing praise for the protection Foret had given them during the war.

The Demonic had invaded their lands, and forced this war upon our lands. Yet we survived and won battles each night against the heathens.

It was a hard grind to the hill that morning for his daily prayer. There had been not much hours of sleep for his weary body. The orders had to be accurate and sent with haste and care. Every detail from the scouting reports had to be analyzed to make sure the targets that were a threat to the Silence lands were taken out. Weaknesses of each realm was found and exploited.

The collective dedication and fight of the Silence was something the Prophet could be most proud of. For naught of it, the Demonic would of stompled over the Silence like they usually do their foes.

Prepared and always ready to defend at a minutes notice. The Pillars will not fall.


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War has raged on hours by hours. Finally the last blood was shed. Daniel sitting in the mist of what was once green grass and clean air is now just a mixture of red stained grass and thick moistly air that carries the taste of blood. Many of his army have fallen but one that are left standing will just grow stronger and stronger. Daniel looks around to see who all if left. Some of the greatest leaders have fallen, and others are barely standing.

Trying to recover from many slashes to the leg and arms and an arrow that was shot into his right side of the chest Daniel falls to the ground. Looking around Daniel sees Aldon. The man he meet in the woods and took in and trained. Aldon helps Daniel up and they regroup the men and head back home. Looking back Daniel sees the stained red grounds, and turns and never looks back..

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Khellendros drifted lazily over the remnants of DEMONIC REALITY using the thermals rising off of the burning ruins to conserve energy. Khellendros carefully noted troop dispositions and defenses of each DR kingdom to provide his troops and those of Silence.

The sounds and scents of battle fill the air as two full regiments of Salamanders breach the final defenses and scatter the defending undines of the Dark Lord Venorik.

"Victory is the sweetest taste of all!" shouts Khellendros as he swoops down to tear apart and devour a small band of Undines that tried to flee the battlefield.

Khellendros finishes his meal and rises up to ride the thermals once more as he turns to finish his survey of any remaining defenses before he returns home.


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Blood has been spilled this day. But the sky is not dark, as it usually gets when a battle is won or lost. We peaced the warmongerers. This trully was a blessed day, for the Sun shined as it hasnt done in a while.

Demons dont roam the lands of Maxim, not for a while, and especially not in Silence lands.

This fight, shall trully go to history, for we fight for justice, we fight for honor, and we fight for what we beleive is right.

We held the line as long as possible. We held it with honor. We held it long enough for the mighty army's to get prepared. We did it without fear. We did well enough. Silence borders are spreading now, and Foret is here to stand by our side.
Blood has been spilled this day.

I am free to say it wasnt mine.

I am sad to say it was theirs.

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The sun was setting, and the sky was growing dark. Not that it was anything new, Beetlejuice had spent many days in these lands.

From being in war to being out of war, from living in prosperity to fighting for surivival, he had lived it all.

Now war again was upon him, it was something he knew all too well. This age was beginning fresh, and already his sword had tasted blood, and already had was gaining scars.

Beetlejuice watched as his young lands were raped by the heathens, his people were beginning to doubt his abilities anymore, claiming he was too old to lead the people. Beetlejuice could not believe his ears, his people were losing faith in him, something he could not bear to see. He told his people to calm down and get a hold of themselves, that no matter what the kingdom would stand and the defenses would hold. The people had been with Beetlejuice for many ages, and they knew he was a good man and had a good heart, so they believed him.

Night came and night passed, some found dead in the alleys with money missing, but that was nothing new to these lands. The day brough more battle, but through it all the heart of the people stood true. Beetlejuice had fended off as best he could, though still losing in the end. But the loss was not in vain, his people were building their strength, their hearts were tasting the passion they had lost long ago, and this pleased Beetlejuice.

Beetlejuice told his people he was proud of them, and that through it all they would get through this war and again prosperity would find their homes again.

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A cloud of dust emerged from where his hand had smacked his robe. Reddish brown in color it hung in the air for a brief moment, fading as another joined it. Repeatedly Hesketh smacked his robe, each time dust emerged from it. Finally when it seemed that he was making no progress he gave up and entered the manor's great hall.

Nicely appointed it was still a far cry from the grandeur that Edger had enjoyed before the cataclysm. The doors to a small sitting chamber on the south side of the hall were open. The room was paneled with some type of dark wood, Hesketh did not recognize it, and had an intricately woven carpet under a small table containing a steaming cup of tea next to a stack of papers.

It might seem almost as if this appealing room had been set by magic. The actuality of it was far more mundane. Simply put when Hesketh had arrived in the manors courtyard a diligent servant had attempted to show the wandering mage inside. Hesketh had deferred, instead preferring to attempt to remove at least some of dust and dirt that had so thoroughly coated him during the most recent part of his travels. As such he had instructed the servant that he desired a cup of tea and as many of the most recent reports as possible. It was because of this that the room is as we now find it.

Sipping tea he began devouring the reports. The servants that came and went several time refilling his cup went unnoticed. As did Edger, who entered the room at least three times wishing to speak with Hesketh. From the reports learned of many things that had transpired during his absence. The most prominent of which was that the Demonic Reality had launched an attack against the lands of the Silent and that despite the decidedly hostile response that was they were shown the Demons still continued to attempt to press the war.

Finally when he had completed the stack he looked up and greeted Edger with a warm smile. You still provide a nice cup of tea. Thank you my friend. It is a good thing to return from a long journey to find.

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it had been a long day for die bankier. his forces were regrouping for their new offensive operations, building up supplies, setting up dumps, fabricating fortifications for fall back positions, and directing secondary attacks with lesser units, both that they may support other silence operations, and to bring them into closer proximity.

concentrated striking power was now in high demand, even from his vampire hordes, who excelled greatly in the other schools moreso than that of war.

he peered into the night, looking to the river that lay just east of their position. it was awash with the currents, and it reminded him of how his life was spent trying to navigate the currents of existence and faith. this demonic reality, the chaos they plunged into with every action, offensive and defensive, had given him pause to consider the order of the foret lands - and he was thankful.

thankful that he was about to, once again, be able to impose that order on chaos.

the rightful end to his rightful actions.

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The night began peaceful enough but soon Fire and brimstone rained down upon the land, the rain of fire and destruction ended as abruptly as it began. Soon only the wails of the widows and the cries of the orphans were the only sounds throughout the lands. Dawn slowly brought light to the burnt remains of a once proud kingdom. Everywhere one looked were the signs of destruction and fire. If it was not destroyed outright it was buried under tons of ash. The death toll continued to rise as reports from outlying villages filtered in.

Cries went up across the land to find the vicious fiend or fiends who rained destruction without regard to the casualties. It was soon determined that a kingdom under the protection of Darden was the culprit. Cries for blood went out and soon armies were marching to overthrow the foulness that had come to roost in the lands of DR.

Blood quenched the thirst for vengeance but soon the realization set in that a new land must be found and found quickly... Scouts were sent forth to find a new land to call home.


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Wolfs eat the flesh of the dead. Even Darden does not deserve this.

Pitiful..

It has been one wild night. Silence reigned in the troops.

We have defended what is rightfully ours. Now, some well deserved peace.

Sound the horn.

We are going home.


Who could ever think that such simple words, could bring so much joy to the troops. It has been one week since they have seen their family's. The night is ending, and the sunrise is almost here. The clouds are dispersed, the birds once again sing. Such beutiful music they make.

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Thu Mar 25, 2004 6:12 pm
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Bittersweet. That was the word of the day it seemed. Kyoji was sitting in his tent as his army struck the camp around him. Silence was being recalled back to their home. I skeleton force would remain here to make sure what belonged to Silence stayed with Silence. Kyoji stood and looked towards what was left of The Reality. There was precious little there, but each of the hand full of towers still stood proud. Each wall that remained silently challenged the enemy to breach them. There was much to be said about these particular Dardenites. They fought with honour, like their leader. Kyoji smiled to himself and hoped one day he would meet them again under different conditions. He lifted is canteen in the same toast he had lifted to every other honourable foe. Drank a draught of water and turned back to his tent. The eta were already taking it down. Kyoji turned to his commander and simply said, "We're going home."

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