“Brave
warrior Lords of Zachania….Brave men of Zachania…tonight we gather together on
the verge of history….we gather together on the verge of greatness!...” as
Talon finished the word greatness he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of
an almighty crash of thunder, so loud it seemed to shake the castle.
“Hopefully
that was the gods applauding us!” added Talon smiling as the flash of
lightening lit up the room.
“Tonight
we gather together on the eve of battle as a group, a group of men that may
never be together again….no one here knows what this battle will bring, but
what we do know is that this battle will end. On that day when the fighting
stops, god willing we will all gather again as a whole…we will rejoice and swap
stories of the battle and tales of victory….but if this group does not gather
together again as a whole then this gathering now is a time for us to show our
respect and admiration to one another…a time to feel the pride flow through
your veins because by your side stands your brother, beside you stands the man
who will fight to the death for the same dream as you!...it is a time now for
us to be one….one army…one Zachanian nation….time to swear your allegiance for
you King….time for us to fight…fight for the freedom and salvation of our loved
ones, the honour of our ancestors and the honour of our RIGHT AS FREE MEN!
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