Intermission: Year 500

A dusty road, a wind passed, a dirtball rolls along. Two men, a woman with long ears were on this road. The two men were holding the long-eared one while the studded leather-wearing men with a pious look and heathen desires said:

“By the order of the Order of Light, for murder, looting, possessing vile blood. You are hereby sentenced to death, by hanging or torment.”

The woman with long ears shouted. The two men holding her struggled as they punch and kick the women to keep her down. They pulled the woman’s hair, grabbing her throat as they wrap a knot around her neck. The woman tried to take the rope but she was met with a punch.

The woman spat saliva, she scratched her neck, kick her legs, but the rope was slowly raising her up to a dead tree. The long-eared woman struggled, before slowly losing all kinds of actions as the rope tightens around her neck. The long-eared woman went limp, her eyes rolled up.

The three men looked at the dead woman. Grabbing their swords, they then sauntered away while keeping a good grip on their sheaths. They ambled like nothing as if what happened was a normal thing.

He saw them do that. Yet he didn’t react as if it was normal. He tugged his cloak as he marched on while looking at the dusty road of gray he has been marching about. They call the road as the gray roads of the elves. The place was known once a green-filled area until they were burned down by the human army.

The Crusade of Ashes has continued along. Three years since the day of ashes that the whole of humanity turned zealous and hateful. The non-humans were pushed back and the gray roads were established in the victory. He is walking on the gray roads. These roads are filled with such events like that he just passed to now.

Monsters and the likes are common on this road. Both are the same to him. Either human or non-human, they are monsters in their own way. Who’s good and who is evil depends on the circumstances and the factions. Evil is evil. Good is good. Lesser or Greater, there is no right choice.

He kicks his horse. He continued onward until he reaches another winding road filled with armed men carrying bloodied weapons. Wagons filled the wounded or the maimed line up. He galloped along the road with his horse. Eyes of men came upon him. Dead and lively, such eyes were.

They carry the sun’s crown on their banners. The sun’s crown surrounded with the symbols of the various leaders. The four stars in its corners symbolizing the four leaders of the new order of light that was created three years ago, during the first table discussion in the castle of Altria.

It was the time when the crusade of ashes of started. Men went insane and people became zealous. All men came bearing arms while those who can’t tills and sow the land.

The Bank of Brewrael and its home country Galzaea now profits due to the amount of arms and food they import and export. Their coffers are filled with and they have buffed the economy with war.

With war raging on, the economy has been pushed to a terrifying degree. Now, slaves are rampant and the captured enemies are turned into slaves in order to till the new gray roads that the crusaders of the Ashes scorched.

He could see the slaves being whipped by their slaves. The soldiers who are lining up sneered and throw rocks and pebbles at the slaves with utmost disgust.

They are not evil for doing this.

Even the non-humans do these things to their capture. At best no one in the lands is right in the mind. Violence is everywhere and in this year of 500. The world turned arrived on the dark ages. A new age filled with conquest and bloodbath. All those who refuse to admit the die that was cast dies.

All those who cower die in their sheds. Those who do not fight starves. He is a soldier who’s like them. Although he is only a soldier by coin, he is one of the men that would fight in the next battlefront. The soldiers and their leaders are there.

The Knights are the human faction.

The Condemned are the non-human faction.

He belongs to the Knights

The o so brave Knights that are covered in steel and ashes. They are the Crusaders lead by the Princess of Altria, the war leader and the royal banner carrier for all. The Princess, Engelise should be in the first lines of defense along with the Saclea Princess.

Kale Salamanca and his Knights should be along with them. While Dane Greyfur and Saul Darkgray are lurking the lands, hunting down the non-humans like the ‘garbage’ they are. The men that were hanging the long-eared woman a while ago were part of the Greyfur’s and the Dark grays.

Set Garland the Great and his huntsmen’s should still be in the front-lines, hunting heretics and monsters. They heard news of the vermin kind lurking in the recesses of the front-lines. Vile creatures that have been pulling corpses from the battlefield, dragging them to their multiple layered tunnels, butchering them and using them as food.

Even the monsters are joining the fight. Ser Garland and his huntsmen are eager to fight them, however. They are ready and armed for they know that they are alone in a world where everything tries to kill humanity. The fervor of the hunt has made his army resolute and determined in fighting the threat of the dire.

Meanwhile, in the front-lines of the of the middle continent, the Hateful, Zealous, and obsessive Orc Slayer, Valera Asmara and her Orc’s Bane Army should are preparing to hunt down the Orc’s hiding in the mountains. He has seen her black armor and barbed lance. The dreadful lady wore Orc blood on her armor and not even once she has left the battlefield without a stain of blood.

There are many factions that appeared. In the Year of 500, the Crusade of Ashes continues. And he, rides in the foreign lands, along with the others, in order quell the non-human threat.