Amid the lingering echoes of their conversation, a voice rose from among the fallen soldiers, a voice tinged with both curiosity and concern. "Milord Mordian," the soldier spoke, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them, "what if these negotiations falter? What if the Quanians and we Bauthinians cannot find common ground?"Lord Mordian's expression shifted, a shadow crossing his features. He looked out at the armory, the weapons gleaming against the stone walls, and then turned his gaze back to the soldier who had posed the question. He understood the weight of their words—the implications of a breakdown in negotiations.In his heart, Lord Mordian couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. While he had brought back these veteran soldiers, he questioned whether their presence alone would be enough to turn the tide of the war. The Quanian forces outnumbered them, and victory seemed uncertain.However, before he could voice his thoughts, Gorloth stepped forward with a deter

As tension thickened in Prodloust, Lord Mordian's demeanor shifted. Despite being a seasoned war veteran, this was the first time he stood on the brink of defending his homeland, Bauthinia. Anxiety gripped him as he realized the magnitude of what lay ahead. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, a silver masterpiece glinting with a touch of nervous energy.Amidst the palpable anticipation, Lord Mordian leaned closer to Lord Barthine Loust, his voice a low murmur meant only for the baron's ears. "Barthine Loust," he said, his tone tinged with concern, "you should seek safety. As the baron of Prodloust, your protection is paramount."Lord Barthine Loust nodded solemnly, acknowledging the wisdom in Lord Mordian's words. Accompanied by a small retinue of guards, he began his descent from the ramparts, leaving Lord Mordian to his preparations.With a deep breath, Lord Mordian turned back to the unfolding scene before him. He drew his sword with a swift, fluid motion, the sil

As the battle raged on, the defenders of Bauthinia swiftly set their plan into motion. On the ramparts, soldiers bustled around three massive cauldrons perched above an open flames, the air thick with the acrid scent of boiling oil.With practiced precision, they worked to ensure the oil reached a searing temperature, its surface shimmering with the intense heat.Lord Mordian's voice carried across the ramparts, his tone firm and resolute. "Prepare to release the oil on my command!"Soldiers lined up along the ramparts, ready to execute the order. Their faces were grim, hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread as they awaited the moment when they would unleash the scalding oil upon the Quanian forces.Down below, the Quanian soldiers continued their determined advance, their synchronized march pushing and pounding the massive battle ram onto the gates. The ground trembled beneath their feet, each step and effort to ram the gates weakened the locks more and more, thus brin

Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the

With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,