tieing up loose ends

Hymns of victory echoed through the camp. Many brave and faithful soliders had their prayers answered as the news of the Elf army turning south spread through the camp like fire. They may be leaving but they had still invaded his country, still killed his country men. People were dead that did not have to be. I'll show them to invade my home, and my country, they will die, I will kill them, EVERYONE OF THEM WILL DIE BY MY HAND!" His fist clinched with white knuckled rage, "Rupert, position your men in hiding on the far side of the camp. When they flee they will run your direction, Block their escape. Do not wait too long to act, I need a wall of men not an ambush. The charge from the south side will do the killing. I wish Ellen was still here. Leutinant Fraust, keep your archers on the wall. Don't fire while the men are engaged, mow down the ones who get through Rupert's wall, not full volleys just precise shots. Duane?" Gerald said dictating the orders. The old gruff Duane responded, "Yea. I'll take a team into their portion of camp. The target is that tiger eyed elf whore. I'll send ye da signal when we start the attack. Ye best not be too far behind - only have a handful grunts if ye take too long I may have to kill all the point earred faggots myself." He laughed from a throat that had seen too much ale.

Gerald nodded and laughed, "There will be enough blood for everyone, though not enough to make right what they've done." Turning to a new recruit next to him, "Are you a brave man?"

"Yes sir."

"Are you able ot follow orders no matter what your heart tells you?"

"I do not question why only do and die"

"You have a pure heart. NO this, their is no surrender. The orders are fight until all of them are dead. By the divine will, every last bastard and whore shall choke on their own blood, NOquarter."

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Duane stretched his right arm, his flail arm. The flail was magic sure, but he still found satisfaction in striking with his own strength. He approached Illyena's tent. "Tell the queen I have a message for her." The servant entered the tent and soon the servant and the Queen came out. "Have a message for you Highness."

What is that?" came the quick and sharp reply.

"This," His massive flail expanded from his handle striking and ensaring her two guards. She was a slippery wench and ducked back into her tent. Duane's men started hacking any night elf they could find close to them and cut their way into the tent. They got a dire wolf on their throat for their trouble. While the wolf was powerful it could only take one at a time. Duane spun his flail again this time taking the entire tent to the ground hoping to ensare the queen. He faile as multiple arrow shots pelted his armor and one graced his cheek. Elves were coming out of their tents with weapons and screammed into the air as he struck the flail down again striking the queen but just a glancing blow.

He heard Gerald charge from the south.

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They begged for mercy but the men did not stop. As they they down their weapons they only died faster. It was not long before they tried to run. They collided against an instantly appearing wall of armor as Rupert stationed the Heavy INfantary between them and the camp wall. Surprised and paniced they broke against the wall like wave do the reef. Ruperts hammer killed more than one that day. The sheer numbers pressed a few through the wall of armor only to find a wall of arrows to greet them. Fighting had failed them, pleading had failed them, running had failed them. Victory was Geralds. He saw Illyena and Duane in combat. That wolf of hers bit Duane in the knee causing him to fall and take a sword strike. Duane responded with a flail that hit them both. "NO prisoners. KILL THEM ALLL!!!!!"



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Rupert needed to be a wall adn thats what he did. His hammer shook the ground as night elf splattered beneath it. Laughing he raised to strike again at an elf who failed to see the pattern. His laughing stopped as he heard Kendall's voice, "STOP!!! ALL OF YOU STop THIS MADNESS"

Rupert was not the only one to hesitate the confusion caused a small rush to get through the line only a handful picked off by the archers. Reinier's voice was next, "CEASE!!!! STOP IT NOW" Then Galan's voice magnified, "ALL GENEVAN TROOPS STOP FIGHTING"

The soliders all stopped confused. Adreniline beat through Rupert with such power he could hear his ears throb but he stopped as ranks of elves rushed past him into open field. He took notice of Illyena on the back of her wolf peering with hate beyond words.

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"Gerald is in custody General." Kendal reported. Galan was, despite it all, relieved he could give an order and have it followed through. That didn't seem to be the case with Gerald though, he had to find out what was going on. He was going to question him personally. As they walked, "Colonel, you've known him a long time is this like him." COlonel Kendal lifted his visor and replied, "He only disobeyed orders once when I was trapped in a canyon and orderd him to flee. He does seem fueled by hate through most of the years I've met him. Its possible but I still don't think he'd do this with out permission or orders."

"Me either." Was all Galan could say.

He stepped into the tent where Gerald was chained seeing Thomas, Morene, and Marcus guarding him. They all, including Gerald, snapped to attention at his enterance. Though Gerald looked instantly troubled. Galan thought it expected but quickly it turned worse. He fell tot he ground convulsing and gasping for breath. Blood flowed freely from his mouth and nose. Before Galan could even get to him, he was dead.

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Morgan noticed a small smile from Marcus and Gerald fell but said nothing of it. MOrene was crying like a baby. Holding him in her arms and wailing like she had just been robbed a great deal of money. Morgan could think of nothign else to get so worked up about as she was this. "He was a good man my lord, a good man, I knew him and served with him for years. He was a good man. A GOOD MAN."

Fortunetly General Galan dismissed the blabering idiot. He prayed and brought Gerald's spirit back for questioning. Morgan was intriguied. The Dead never lied, but their truth was often more confusing than any fiction.

Galan spoke, "Did you act under orders to attack the Elves?"

Gerald, "Yes" it was the monotone unengaged tone of the dead. The sound coming from a floating mist shapped like Gerald.

"How long have you known the person who gave you the order?"

"Not as long as I would have liked." The dead and their riddles.

"Where were you standing when you recieved the order?"

"8 feet northwest of the person issuing the order." Why doesn't he just ask who ordered it? Then Morgan realized it was because he did not want the answer.

"What was the person's name?"

"I was ordered never to share the name, but the name I was given was JAG."

Morgan was confused, she did not know anyone named JAG. Galan must though, for his expression was pale white. A combination of shock, realization, and rage.

Having answered all questions, the spirit dissapeared.