Cold Beginings...
By: Paulus Militis & Bishop

It was the middle of the winter, however the night air was moist ... a low creeping fog had just rolled from the nearby lake over camp, over the fire and tents ... the stars were still clear and you could still see about a javelin throw away in all directions...

Bishop was sitting across from me on a stump, I was on log, both of us exhausted and still bloody from the seemingly endless battle and exile we had fought over the past few days against the enemies from the north.

It was cold. and we were both hanging our heads trying to regain sanity when we both looked up at each other.

We were brothers now, however it had not always been that way...

After meeting the man with the mighty sword who gave me back life, however before the time of great loss, I had grown in my newfound strength and power to the point of being the untouchable warlord of the Black Legion, until a brash young inexperienced warrior challenged me because he thought I was a warlord that had been harboring dragons ... and nearly pulled off a fatal blow to my side before I was able to subdue him and convince him I had nothing to do with dragons... After the initial confrontation, he had told me about his past and we became close. At first, he considered me a mentor, fighting with the Black Legion, and learning everything he could from me. However after a few bloody battles, to my amazement he quickly gained skill that matched my own.

Then it happened.

While on our way back from an expedition to the north, the unit was violently attacked by an evil dark legion of three thousand from the north. The unit fought fiercely for three days. In the end however...


all were slaughtered…



..all...



...except two.


The young warrior and I had fought off thirty-six each while attempting to retreat to the path by the lake and still countless more were coming from the hills like snow in an avalanche rushing over the bloodied bodies of what used to be the mighty Black Legion...

"Why won't they STOP!" I shouted while thrusting my swords deep into the chest of an attacker...

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the fatal blow being dealt to me from an attacking flanking my side, however it was too late to do anything. Before it was delivered however, a mighty sword stopped the blow. Both the young warrior and I quickly recognized the mighty sword, and the man we both had known.

Grasping my hand and helping both the young warrior and I up from the ground, the man told us, "In your weakness, I Am made strong." And With a mighty and magnificent swing from his blade a shockwave rang out, and all but a handful of the attackers had been slain.

"I left them alive to tell king of the north what has happened here," he told us, "you are safe now."

He instructed us to set up camp, eat, and rest. He was hungry and wanted to talk to us. It was the first time the young warrior had seen him since being saved by him from the dragon, and it was the first time I had seen him since he gave me back life...

He sat around the fire with us and began to speak, "You two have become mighty warriors, but you still have much to learn," he said, "the king from the north has declared war on this land using dragons to scorch the land and dark legions to menace the people... he seeks to take it as his own..."

"Fight him back."

Saying this, he marked us and all of our equipment with an image, an image of his the mighty sword...

"You are now those who fight and slay the dragon and the enemies from the north."

"You are Dragoons."

"I will lead others to you who are to join you. Teach them, train them, and they will become your brothers..."


"...ash to ash, dust to dust..."

 

And with that, the mighty man left.

It was the middle of the winter, however the night air was moist ... a low creeping fog had just rolled from the nearby lake over camp, over the fire and tents ... the stars were still clear and you could still see about a javelin throw away in all directions...

Bishop was sitting across from me on a stump, I was on log, both of us exhausted and still bloody from the seemingly endless battle and exile we had fought over the past few days against the enemies from the north.

It was cold. and we were both hanging our heads trying to regain sanity when we both looked up at each other.

We were brothers now with a purpose, however it had not always been that way...

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