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Recruit Status :: OPEN
Region :: North America/Tarnished Coast
Persons of Note :: Valgrad Threetrees {GM "Grand Master}
Skallbjorn Grihmson {Officer “Master-at-Arms”}
Hannah von Hyde {Officer "Master of Relations}
“I am Legion. I am one of many, made great by my brothers. My duty has begun and it shall not end until my death. I shall protect the realm. My life is for the Legion. I do not serve the whims of men. No crown shall grace my brow, nor shall I wield power. I am the torch in the darkness, the hint of the dawn after a long night, the fire that pushes back the shadows, the guardian of the realm. I am a Legionnaire. Dawn is coming. My Duty has begun.”
- The Vow of the Legion
“And now night has come, and his duty has ended.”
- Eulogy of the Legion
Valgrad Threetrees looked into the fire. They forest hadn’t seen rain for several months, so they were nice and dry, easy to cut down and perfect for a funeral pyre. His people, the norn, they preferred burial by burning. Sky tombs, they were often called. That black smoke was a staircase to the heavens, some said. Much better than to have maggots and worms chew at your remains.
They were here to help drive back some traitorous charr legion. One of his knight captains, Tomas, wanted to lead the unit but he wanted to do it himself. The charr and the humans may have agreed on a peace, but it was still a messy one. Better a norn to lead an attack on backstabbing charr, he thought.
Maybe he was wrong. Valgrad was too used to the forest landscape of the Shiverpeaks. If there was an ambush, he thought, it would be from behind trees. He never suspected they would come from below. It was surely some stolen charr technology that allowed them to rise from the ground. He had never fought charr before, never had to fight on such flat ground like is the case in Ascalon. Perhaps Tomas’ training would have prepared him better, made him more capable to predicting the attack.
They managed to push them back, but at the cost of four of their own. Sigurn, a raw but eager recruit. Hickory, a good smith and able fighter. Korlak, as good a shot as a charr could get. And Sulim, a young lad. He had a decent arm, and a good heart. They couldn’t even find his head amongst the mud.
“And now, night has come, and their duties have ended.” He spoke the words, as were his duty. He was Grand Commander; that was his duty amongst so many others.
He turned from the fire. He looked into the eyes of his legionnaires. They had all taken off their helmets for the funeral. Most of them had trained alongside the dead. What were they thinking? Of death, of course. The inevitability of it to be certain. Were the humans thinking ill of their charr brethren? Was the sylvari thinking how impossible their goal is? Were the charr asking if they had to keep an eye open in the night?
“Legionnaires. A few more words. Look to the one beside you on your left. And now, to your right. Remember the words you spoke. You are one of many, made greater by your brothers. Your duty is to protect the realm, not to serve the whims of kingdoms.” He stepped out of the way from the pyre. “These men…your brothers, man and charr, died to protect this realm. Do not forget that. Keep your eyes on the goal. Remember your vows, do your duty, and we will see victory. I promise. Now, gather your things. We must reach the outpost by daybreak.”
(edited by Doublehex.2750)