Atmospheric!
(Part 1)The general of the Lothian army strode briskly past the soldiers of his army, as they prepared for war, speaking encouraging words to the occasional man. All around him men were straightening helmets and gauntlets and making sure their swords where in decent shape. The geneal smiled optimistically at a pale youth of only sixteen winters who stopped to salute him.
(Interlude)His calm demeanour spoke little of the fear that he felt burning inside him. He knew already how the battle would end. They were outnumbered ten to one. No way was he going to be able to defeat the enemy of Lothian with such a meager force!
(Part 2)"The enemy are moving, sir! Awaiting permission to initiate defensive manouver!"
The time had come. The general halted and turned to face the attacking enemy forces. He made his desicion.
He would not die a coward.
He would not be remembered a failure.
He would die with glory!
"Permission denied. Offensive manouver. Lets show these bastards the true meaning of the Lothian Arwenian!"
Sword held in his hand the second son of Heral strode forth towards his doom, taking with him five hundred Lothian soldiers. Bards still sing to this day of the fire that burned in his eyes as he chanted for the last time the national anthem of Lothian, as he stood at the very foremost line in the once great army of Lothian.
He is still remembered.
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Sorry 'bout that, got slightly carried away in a story that your song told me. Great stuff!
Mad Major
