Post by Francisca Clan on Feb 27, 2013 1:13:40 GMT -5
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War had been declared again. Perhaps this time it would be the war to end wars. The final fight between Demacia and Noxus, deciding the final victor in the century long battle of honor versus strength, "good" versus "evil," "justice" versus "corruption." Each side knew that they would be the final victor, it was only a matter of time. Countless outposts and forts existed on both sides near the front lines, and even more countless battles and skirmishes were going on. The war had not yet begun in earnest. The rune magics had not been resorted to, but everyone knew they would come before the end.
Brandr Francisca stood on the ramparts of the small fort, watching the campfires of the enemy army. The fort was mostly just an outpost to watch Noxian activity and send a report back if an army was approaching. Which it was, a large one at that, at least compared to what they had. One that would easily crush the small fighting force that occupied the outpost. And yet, they did not flee. Why did they not flee? Was honor really more important than life? Than winning? Brandr shook his head, perhaps he could convince the commander to have them retreat.
Conveniently, the commander had decided to walk the walls of the fort, and passed by Brandr, who stopped him.
"Sir?"
"Yes, soldier?"
That was how Egino Francisca addressed everyone, even his own son. He actually treated his son more harshly, expected more from him in terms of honorable behavior, straining their relationship at times.
"Sir, we cannot hope to defeat the Noxians here, I suggest we retreat."
"Retreat is the way of the coward."
Brandr scowled, he had put up with a lot of shit from his father about honor. This was just idiotic, no it was worse than that, it was suicidal. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"It's NOT cowardice to run from a battle you can't win! It's common sense! Run and live today, fight tomorrow when the chances are better! When we can MAKE A DIFFERENCE!"
"Are you questioning my orders? Doing so is risking court martial, risking losing your life, even losing your honor."
"I've had it with honor, fuck honor! Fuck Demacia! With your honor and tradition, valuing that over winning! I'm surprised we haven't lost to Noxus already!"
He started walking toward the stairs to get off the walls.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving, I'm not dying for something as stupid as honor."
With a nod, Egino signaled two soldiers to block Brandr's path, and an archer to take aim at him.
"I can't let you do that. Desertion is punishable by death. I'll give you one last chance, stay here and you will only be given a court martial. Give the guards your weapons. You are now a prisoner of war."
Brandr pulled out one of his axes and looked at it.
"You want me to give it to them? Fine."
With a swift move, he slashed at one of the men with the bladed edge of his shield, cutting his throat and moving the shield to block the arrow. With his axe, he struck the second, driving the blade into his skull. He pulled the axe out of the skull and threw it at the archer. With a satisfying *crack*, the head pierced his armor and settled deep in his chest. Brandr was running now, several other archers fired, but missed as he dashed towards the one he had just killed. He grabbed the axe from the man's chest and ran down the stairs two by to, making a beeline for the gate and holding his shield up to deflect arrows. It was closing, he couldn't stop now. He continued running bashing a few guards out of his way until he made it through the gate, which closed shut behind him. He continued running, keeping his shield up to deflect arrows aimed at him until he had gotten out of range.
"Sir! Should we pursue him?"
"No, we have bigger threats to worry about."
Brandr continued walking, toward the Noxian camp. Toward the enemy. As he approached the sentries, he would raise his hands in the air, signaling them not to shoot, that he came to them in peace. It was time to join someone else, someone smarter, someone stronger.
War had been declared again. Perhaps this time it would be the war to end wars. The final fight between Demacia and Noxus, deciding the final victor in the century long battle of honor versus strength, "good" versus "evil," "justice" versus "corruption." Each side knew that they would be the final victor, it was only a matter of time. Countless outposts and forts existed on both sides near the front lines, and even more countless battles and skirmishes were going on. The war had not yet begun in earnest. The rune magics had not been resorted to, but everyone knew they would come before the end.
Brandr Francisca stood on the ramparts of the small fort, watching the campfires of the enemy army. The fort was mostly just an outpost to watch Noxian activity and send a report back if an army was approaching. Which it was, a large one at that, at least compared to what they had. One that would easily crush the small fighting force that occupied the outpost. And yet, they did not flee. Why did they not flee? Was honor really more important than life? Than winning? Brandr shook his head, perhaps he could convince the commander to have them retreat.
Conveniently, the commander had decided to walk the walls of the fort, and passed by Brandr, who stopped him.
"Sir?"
"Yes, soldier?"
That was how Egino Francisca addressed everyone, even his own son. He actually treated his son more harshly, expected more from him in terms of honorable behavior, straining their relationship at times.
"Sir, we cannot hope to defeat the Noxians here, I suggest we retreat."
"Retreat is the way of the coward."
Brandr scowled, he had put up with a lot of shit from his father about honor. This was just idiotic, no it was worse than that, it was suicidal. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"It's NOT cowardice to run from a battle you can't win! It's common sense! Run and live today, fight tomorrow when the chances are better! When we can MAKE A DIFFERENCE!"
"Are you questioning my orders? Doing so is risking court martial, risking losing your life, even losing your honor."
"I've had it with honor, fuck honor! Fuck Demacia! With your honor and tradition, valuing that over winning! I'm surprised we haven't lost to Noxus already!"
He started walking toward the stairs to get off the walls.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving, I'm not dying for something as stupid as honor."
With a nod, Egino signaled two soldiers to block Brandr's path, and an archer to take aim at him.
"I can't let you do that. Desertion is punishable by death. I'll give you one last chance, stay here and you will only be given a court martial. Give the guards your weapons. You are now a prisoner of war."
Brandr pulled out one of his axes and looked at it.
"You want me to give it to them? Fine."
With a swift move, he slashed at one of the men with the bladed edge of his shield, cutting his throat and moving the shield to block the arrow. With his axe, he struck the second, driving the blade into his skull. He pulled the axe out of the skull and threw it at the archer. With a satisfying *crack*, the head pierced his armor and settled deep in his chest. Brandr was running now, several other archers fired, but missed as he dashed towards the one he had just killed. He grabbed the axe from the man's chest and ran down the stairs two by to, making a beeline for the gate and holding his shield up to deflect arrows. It was closing, he couldn't stop now. He continued running bashing a few guards out of his way until he made it through the gate, which closed shut behind him. He continued running, keeping his shield up to deflect arrows aimed at him until he had gotten out of range.
"Sir! Should we pursue him?"
"No, we have bigger threats to worry about."
Brandr continued walking, toward the Noxian camp. Toward the enemy. As he approached the sentries, he would raise his hands in the air, signaling them not to shoot, that he came to them in peace. It was time to join someone else, someone smarter, someone stronger.
