The old general, wearing the simple furs of his homeland, pontificated upon the situation at hand, as the dark clouds rolled in the skies above. Many an innocent man will die this day, and there is little I can do to stop it. Those I fight may claim that no man is truly innocent, but I have no such luxury. I know that those who die here die with no sin on their hearts, no real reason for an execution. Although, in all fairness, this is not to be an execution. The heathens seek to control our land, our home, and force it to unnatural purposes. We must fight to defend our families, our homes, and our livelihoods, though that does not make this any easier. If only my foe would leave us in peace… but he will not. "So be it," proclaimed the old general as he looked upon his troops, "Today we march into battle, and I know not which amongst you will survive and who will die. I do know this, though, we all fight for a worthy cause. Those who do return will be proclaimed heroes, and those who do not will be given an important place in the world-after. Your commanders have been given their orders; you must do your best to obey them, for the good of our people. Now, go forth and do battle, for the Ornoron!"

A great cheer went up amongst the various soldiers, most of whom were fresh to real combat. The men soon organized into their various contingents. Pikemen and infantry remained where they were, calvary moved off quietly to the enemy’s flank, the general led the archers up a nearby hill and had hid men lay in the grass. Soon enough the enemies could be seen moving up along the plains, a forest to one flank, and the hill on their face opposite of the forest. The main contingent of the general’s soldiers remained stretched from the hill to where the forest would have begun.

The heathens gave a ferocious howl and the general gave a slight smile as his men stayed their ground. I have trained them well. The enemy force then seemed to give a collective grunt as they charged onto the waiting troops. Mace met pike and many men of both sides fell. Shortly thereafter, the calvary moved from their position behind the hill, their lances at the ready as the moved to the flank and rear of the enemy. The heathens still gave up a good fight, wielding their weapons more expertly than the general’s forces. Individual skill, however, would not be decided factor in the battle as the archer’s stood from their position and unleashed wave after wave of arrows upon the unsuspecting enemy army. Seeing their chance for victory melting away under the massive pile of corpses, the heathens fled the only way they could, into the forest. The calvary followed closely behind, pushing the enemy army further and further into the dense forest. Then the old general himself stood and, lifting his gigantic crossbow, made specifically for him, aimed a bolt at the forest. He let loose the bolt and it flew at amazing speed over both armies and into the woods, where it struck its target perfectly. Simultaneously, a clap of thunder rolled over the battlefield. The enemy army, which at this point had been completely engulfed by the wooden foliage, became immensely aware of a distinct rumbling from within the bowels of the wood. Nevertheless, they were surprised when a giant ball of flame came spewing forth, knocking over the mighty oaks with its sheer force, before slamming into the tightly packed and bewildered heathen force. The general stopped himself from smiling as he contemplated the result of victory. I have won the battle this day, but at what cost? I fear that a distinct trouble is brewing here, and I know not when it shall end. At which point, the clouds burst, and it began rain, washing the blood away in crimson rivers.