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.

Chapter II: Besieged Part II

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Graylen whirled as Crüxt threw open the door to his study.  “You are needed, now!”  Just as quickly as Crüxt had entered, he beat a hasty retreat back to the infirmary, with Graylen in tow.

“Just what has happened?” he asked as they entered the infirmary.  “I must protest- oh.”  Graylen immediately dashed to the bedside where a limp form lay.  “What happened to hi- to them?” he corrected as another form was carried inside.

Chapter II: Besieged

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Burning fires burning lives on the long distant roads
Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home
warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago
We’re all lost in the darkness so far away from home

-“Soldiers of the Wasteland” by Dragonforce

“Are they still sitting out there?” inquired Loziras.

“Yeah, same as last time,” replied Crüxt.  For the past few days the goblins have sat just beyond bowshot, blocking the entrance to the fortified shrine.  Effectively blockading the warriors inside.  Boredom had spread like a plague as of late, crippling the moral of the defenders.  To compensate Craet had ordered an increase in training as well as recreational activities.