Chapter III: Live To Fight Another Day Part II

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As the various Templar readied them for the journey ahead, Craet dragged Loziras aside to his quarters.  “I know that Crüxt told you the truth, so I see no reason to hide anything else from you.”  From a side room Craet pulled forth a large box depicting the Battle of Balîn in ferocious detail.  Slowly Craet pried the lid off of the chest, revealing a twin set of gleaming blades.  “These belong to you, they were your fathers,” explained Craet as he relevantly removed one of the two blades.

Chapter III: Live to Fight Another Day

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“We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?”
-Run to the Hills by Iron Maiden

Inside the shrine, the remaining Templar, barely numbering a full company, knelt in prayer for their lost comrades.  The previous days fighting had seen to the utter annihilation of the Templar, and with it the only hope for Flûer, and the world.  Presiding over the conjugation was Master Craet, Grand Templar Master of Arcén.  Now the majority of his domain was home to uncounted orcs and goblins.  With such dire times at hand, it seemed that the only thing left was to go out with a bang.

With prayers concluded, the Templar strapped on armor, sharpened blades, and hefted shields.  All of them knew what lay ahead of them, and none of them held delusions of living to see the next sunrise.  In a separate part of the shrine, the only three remaining apprentices sat around a table, mourning over lost friends, comrades, and lives.