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Post by Grumbaki on Jul 6, 2005 5:33:23 GMT
Caeldrim sat against the merlon (The high segment of the alternating high and low segments of a battlement) on the battlement of the wall. Next to him was his friend Eldrith sat down, his helm lying between his legs. Both of them looked down at the yard below. A great pile had of Druchii dead had been erected and set alight. To such abominations, burial was too much of an honour. The smell of burning flesh filled the air and Caeldrim coughed.
"Horrific smell, isn't it?"
"I don't know. I could get used to the smell of burning Druchii."
"How long do you think this war will last?"
Caeldrim sighed. "It has been fought since the sundering. What makes you think it will end in our life time?"
"I meant, well, this invasion."
"Hell if I know. Don't ask me, ask one of the phoenix king's generals. Who knows, maybe they're sending courtiers to the witch king so that they can figure out a time to sit down for tea so they can pick a damned date?"
"I know that you are angry about...what happened. I am too, it was my home as well. But being this bitter won't help."
"And neither will forgetting." With that Caeldrim stood up and walked away down the battlement, leaving his friend behind.
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