Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-5824038-20160415182716

'''Fuck, they've got us surrounded!' called out Arthur. 'Captain. we can't hold this line, they won't stop laying into us!'''

'''I didn't ask you to doomsay,' Glorfindel growled at the soldier, 'I asked for you to join Crimson at the front. Now go, before you let them breach our line!' ''

'Y-yes, captain,' Arthur stammered as he rushed off to join his comrade.

''Glorfindel surveyed the unit. They were two dozen at the start of this battle, but already they had lost three brave men. He swore as an enemy soldier came dangerously close to striking down yet another of his troops.''

''This battle was pointless. No matter how hard they fought, the Enemy would still take Alinor. It was too late to save it. But he could not bring himself to call a retreat, that would be abandoning his home! And on his honour, he could not do that.''

''A line of cavalry came charging at them. 'Brace!' he yelled. 'Ready yourselves!'''

''Five soldiers raised their halberds in unison and drove their feet into the ground. The cavalry hit the line, and in a tangled mess of horses men and blood, his halberdiers were struck down. About half the cavalry got through, breached the perimeter, and started to attack the unit from the inside.''

'''No you don't,' came the voice of the Brass Knight, as he sprinted forwards, polearm raised and ready. The first horseman didn't know what hit him before he was on the muddy ground, quite dead. The second and the third went down with similar ease. And then they were upon him, half a dozen mounted knights.''

''He saw every one of his soldiers being cut down as he spun in wicked arcs of death. No matter how bravely he repelled the attackers, he could not rush out to save his men. And he had known them all better than his own family members. Every single one of them, he had known for over a decade, and they had fought together through the best and worst of times. But now they were departing this world, as their souls rose to Aetherius.''

''A sword got between two plates of his cuirass and sliced through his sternum. He grunted in pain as he fell to his knees. But he did not give in, he carried out fighting, taking out any who dared approach.''

''One soldier remained. He darted in and out of the Brass Knight's halberd, slicing ineffectively against the elven armour. Glorfindel spat a globule of blood and laughed. 'You are nothing but a coward, poking and prodding where you can, never daring to face me as your comrades did. Do you wish to live a coward, or die as one of them?' he asked. 'I will die here, no matter which path you choose.'''

''The soldier leaped forwards, perhaps trying to take the Brass Knight by surprise. Glorfindel's halberd impaled him near the base of his spine, and he slid down it. His sword came at the Brass Knight at the perfect angle, and penetrated right through the sheet of plate. Glorfindel groaned as he felt his lungs fill with blood.''

''He didn't know how long he lay there, bleeding out. It took a long time to notice Arthur lying beside him. 'What did you do,' he coughed, 'Crawl here?'''

'''Yes,' Arthur replied, as he rested his head on Glorfinde's lap. 'Couldn't let you die here alone, captain.'''

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He hadn't remembered this memory in a very long time. Glorfindel assumed his first ever death was lost to him permanently.

'Do you recall yours?' he heard Abello ask, as the memory flashed through his mind.

'No.'