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Summer, 1330
Three days later, Meratezatgh and Thergamorth were back at Tiwaer’s Bones. All around were hundreds of other dragons, roughly equal in number to those that had assembled here only a few months before, and all were equally confused at this new request for assembly so soon after the previous one had ended. Some dragons went their whole lives without facing a call up for the entire Dragon Nation, and now there had been two.
Landing, Mera and Thergamorth joined the crowd. Atop the Firestone, the six dragon lords had assembled, as well as the Other Men generals from last time, Generals Anhake and Gremenal. Colonel De Rosseu was missing however, and replaced by a lower-ranking officer that Mera assumed was De Rosseu’s substitute translator. That was strange. The Other Men had few translators of Draconic, even less than the humans, and De Rosseu was a trusted figure. He was there last time, why was he missing now?
Also concerning was the thousands of Other Men troops assembled around Tiwaer’s Bones, arrayed in battle lines and complete with wagon loads of supplies. It must have taken them days, if not weeks to assemble here. Why were they here? Mera didn’t feel too much danger from it-even with a few thousand men, if they chose to fight the hundreds of dragons would obliterate them all within minutes. If the Other Men thought that they could overwhelm the Children of the Sky at their own most sacred land, they were in for a rude surprise. Still, General Anhake was no fool and that just asked the question of why Tassurian troops were brought over in the first place. Did the Jutrstra finally decide to ally the Children of the Sky with the Tassurian Empire?
The Black Drakes were also here, the draconic supporters of the Tassurian Empire assembled to one side of the boulder-strewn slope. Many if not most of the Children of the Sky had heard of their exploits now, the glory, the wealth, and also their losses. A few grumbled that the Black Drakes were indeed blackening the entire Dragon Nation while most of the Children of the Sky remained neutral, but they were few and far between. That they were here was not strange in itself, as they were still dragons. But with everything else, Mera could not but feel suspicious. Were they here to try to recruit more members?
Probably most concerning however, was the fact that the Jutrstra herself, Argvogriyea, was nowhere to be found.
*Where is the Jutrstra? Didn’t she call us up?* Mera asked aloud.
*I don’t know. Someone had us all assemble.* Thergamorth pointed to the Dragon Lords. *Someone had them all meet up.*
Mera frowned. *I don’t like it.*
*I agree.*
*This feels like a trap somehow.* Mera sighed, *But do we leave? And what happen if we do?*
That question hung limply in the air between the two friends. Similar conversations were occurring all across the crowd of more than three hundred dragons, raising a large chaotic cacophony atop Tiwaer’s Bones.
As the conversations continued, Mera noticed a massive armored green creature walking up from the Tassurian forces and saluting Generals Anhake and Gremenal from just below the Firestone.
*Who is that?* Mera asked to the copper dragon.
Usually Mera was the one who imparted knowledge on his younger counterpart, but Thergamorth had been planning the trip to the Great Northern Wastes for so long that he knew all the recent goings of the Tassurian Empire.
*That’s the Butcher.* Thergamorth whispered back to Mera. *They say he’s the single most dangerous fighter in the Tassurian Empire.*
*An ogre?* Mera asked.
*Yes, well otherwise he’ll be the largest Other Man I’ve ever seen.* Thergamorth replied.
The two dragons stared at the 14-foot green creature. He looked a little like an Other Man, but much, much bigger and with a powerfully-built protruding jawline. The Butcher was clad head to ankles in heavy plate armor and wielding a six-foot long cleaver-like panabas on his side.
*They say he’s killed hundreds of opponents, humans, Mercians, gryphons, even elephants.* Thergamorth continued.
As the dragons gawked, the ogre shifted, and Mera and the Butcher made eye contact. The bronze dragon’s eyes widened slightly as the Butcher taunted him with a snarl.
*Does he talk?* The bronze asked.
*They say he’s a mute, but I don't know.* Thergamorth cast a wary glance at the ogre, before nudging Mera to move along. *I don’t like the way he looks. I’m keeping far away from someone like that.*
With that, Mera and Thergamorth quickly turned and disappeared into the assembled crowd.
***
The Butcher watched the two dragons staring at him like timid deer before fleeing into anonymity, and the thought of some of the most powerful creatures in the land being afraid of him amused the ogre greatly. No one knew his actual name, or where he came from besides the Northern Ranges, and that suited the Butcher just fine. It didn’t matter, and his past existence in the individualistic, nomadic lifestyle of the snowy hills were now rapidly fading into memory, being nothing compared with his current life as the Butcher. All that mattered was the glory and bloodshed and the rush of adrenaline and the relish of seeing the deaths of those who dared to oppose him. Even to the Butcher himself he was a monster, a title others gave him that he eagerly took on because it showed fear. And fear was control, whether those who titled him thought so or not.
The Butcher personified the Tassurian war machine, joining as a mercenary all the way back to the Mercian War in 1307, where in the course of the bloody stalemate along the Trent he got himself armed with a panabas so large that it took five Other Men to lift it, created from all the metal taken after the victory at Winwaed. The ogre immediately used his new weapon to great effect in the following Battle at Etain, including single handedly taking down a Mercian War Elephant. In each succeeding battle, the mercenary added to his name, slaughtering hundreds of opponents in dozens of battles-and several incidents that would not be called anything but executions and massacres. By the Conquest of Mercia the "deadly ogre, skilled with the panabas he wielded", had attracted the attention of the Tassurian high command, who awarded his work handsomely, outfitting the ogre with the ornate full body plate armor and heavy, open armet that he now proudly wore everywhere. By the fall of the Akkaidian Cities, the Butcher was known throughout the Northlands as the avatar of war. His moniker came with the Fall of Port Lushun, when the ogre slaughtered hundreds of defenders, even after the city had surrendered, in his part of a massacre of over four thousand people in the fallen city, an act which horrified all of Nalbin.
Since the start of the Invasion of Auxia, the Butcher had been on special assignment. Anhake took good care of tools that he held of importance and made share that they were not wasted on unnecessary frivolities, especially one that had a tendency to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. The Butcher led the assault on the Lion’s Mouth at the Dnieper Delta, and fought at Divna, Hannah’s Field and Mayfield. In all of these battles however, the Butcher was overshadowed by more decisive actions elsewhere in the field, and though his bloodlust could be sated in these actions his pride could not. The Butcher chafed at his position, but finally after a year of mediocrity General Anhake finally promised him a task that would match his reputation, a task that the Butcher eagerly went to perform. Now, standing before the most powerful creatures of Nablin, he would show them that even dragons had cause to fear him.
The Butcher smirked at the thought.
Those two cowardly worms were at least smart enough to recognize his power.
Three Kingdoms Total War Soundtrack- Dong Zhuo Trailer Music
Reference from
Purple-blep!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37823126/
Three days later, Meratezatgh and Thergamorth were back at Tiwaer’s Bones. All around were hundreds of other dragons, roughly equal in number to those that had assembled here only a few months before, and all were equally confused at this new request for assembly so soon after the previous one had ended. Some dragons went their whole lives without facing a call up for the entire Dragon Nation, and now there had been two.
Landing, Mera and Thergamorth joined the crowd. Atop the Firestone, the six dragon lords had assembled, as well as the Other Men generals from last time, Generals Anhake and Gremenal. Colonel De Rosseu was missing however, and replaced by a lower-ranking officer that Mera assumed was De Rosseu’s substitute translator. That was strange. The Other Men had few translators of Draconic, even less than the humans, and De Rosseu was a trusted figure. He was there last time, why was he missing now?
Also concerning was the thousands of Other Men troops assembled around Tiwaer’s Bones, arrayed in battle lines and complete with wagon loads of supplies. It must have taken them days, if not weeks to assemble here. Why were they here? Mera didn’t feel too much danger from it-even with a few thousand men, if they chose to fight the hundreds of dragons would obliterate them all within minutes. If the Other Men thought that they could overwhelm the Children of the Sky at their own most sacred land, they were in for a rude surprise. Still, General Anhake was no fool and that just asked the question of why Tassurian troops were brought over in the first place. Did the Jutrstra finally decide to ally the Children of the Sky with the Tassurian Empire?
The Black Drakes were also here, the draconic supporters of the Tassurian Empire assembled to one side of the boulder-strewn slope. Many if not most of the Children of the Sky had heard of their exploits now, the glory, the wealth, and also their losses. A few grumbled that the Black Drakes were indeed blackening the entire Dragon Nation while most of the Children of the Sky remained neutral, but they were few and far between. That they were here was not strange in itself, as they were still dragons. But with everything else, Mera could not but feel suspicious. Were they here to try to recruit more members?
Probably most concerning however, was the fact that the Jutrstra herself, Argvogriyea, was nowhere to be found.
*Where is the Jutrstra? Didn’t she call us up?* Mera asked aloud.
*I don’t know. Someone had us all assemble.* Thergamorth pointed to the Dragon Lords. *Someone had them all meet up.*
Mera frowned. *I don’t like it.*
*I agree.*
*This feels like a trap somehow.* Mera sighed, *But do we leave? And what happen if we do?*
That question hung limply in the air between the two friends. Similar conversations were occurring all across the crowd of more than three hundred dragons, raising a large chaotic cacophony atop Tiwaer’s Bones.
As the conversations continued, Mera noticed a massive armored green creature walking up from the Tassurian forces and saluting Generals Anhake and Gremenal from just below the Firestone.
*Who is that?* Mera asked to the copper dragon.
Usually Mera was the one who imparted knowledge on his younger counterpart, but Thergamorth had been planning the trip to the Great Northern Wastes for so long that he knew all the recent goings of the Tassurian Empire.
*That’s the Butcher.* Thergamorth whispered back to Mera. *They say he’s the single most dangerous fighter in the Tassurian Empire.*
*An ogre?* Mera asked.
*Yes, well otherwise he’ll be the largest Other Man I’ve ever seen.* Thergamorth replied.
The two dragons stared at the 14-foot green creature. He looked a little like an Other Man, but much, much bigger and with a powerfully-built protruding jawline. The Butcher was clad head to ankles in heavy plate armor and wielding a six-foot long cleaver-like panabas on his side.
*They say he’s killed hundreds of opponents, humans, Mercians, gryphons, even elephants.* Thergamorth continued.
As the dragons gawked, the ogre shifted, and Mera and the Butcher made eye contact. The bronze dragon’s eyes widened slightly as the Butcher taunted him with a snarl.
*Does he talk?* The bronze asked.
*They say he’s a mute, but I don't know.* Thergamorth cast a wary glance at the ogre, before nudging Mera to move along. *I don’t like the way he looks. I’m keeping far away from someone like that.*
With that, Mera and Thergamorth quickly turned and disappeared into the assembled crowd.
***
The Butcher watched the two dragons staring at him like timid deer before fleeing into anonymity, and the thought of some of the most powerful creatures in the land being afraid of him amused the ogre greatly. No one knew his actual name, or where he came from besides the Northern Ranges, and that suited the Butcher just fine. It didn’t matter, and his past existence in the individualistic, nomadic lifestyle of the snowy hills were now rapidly fading into memory, being nothing compared with his current life as the Butcher. All that mattered was the glory and bloodshed and the rush of adrenaline and the relish of seeing the deaths of those who dared to oppose him. Even to the Butcher himself he was a monster, a title others gave him that he eagerly took on because it showed fear. And fear was control, whether those who titled him thought so or not.
The Butcher personified the Tassurian war machine, joining as a mercenary all the way back to the Mercian War in 1307, where in the course of the bloody stalemate along the Trent he got himself armed with a panabas so large that it took five Other Men to lift it, created from all the metal taken after the victory at Winwaed. The ogre immediately used his new weapon to great effect in the following Battle at Etain, including single handedly taking down a Mercian War Elephant. In each succeeding battle, the mercenary added to his name, slaughtering hundreds of opponents in dozens of battles-and several incidents that would not be called anything but executions and massacres. By the Conquest of Mercia the "deadly ogre, skilled with the panabas he wielded", had attracted the attention of the Tassurian high command, who awarded his work handsomely, outfitting the ogre with the ornate full body plate armor and heavy, open armet that he now proudly wore everywhere. By the fall of the Akkaidian Cities, the Butcher was known throughout the Northlands as the avatar of war. His moniker came with the Fall of Port Lushun, when the ogre slaughtered hundreds of defenders, even after the city had surrendered, in his part of a massacre of over four thousand people in the fallen city, an act which horrified all of Nalbin.
Since the start of the Invasion of Auxia, the Butcher had been on special assignment. Anhake took good care of tools that he held of importance and made share that they were not wasted on unnecessary frivolities, especially one that had a tendency to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. The Butcher led the assault on the Lion’s Mouth at the Dnieper Delta, and fought at Divna, Hannah’s Field and Mayfield. In all of these battles however, the Butcher was overshadowed by more decisive actions elsewhere in the field, and though his bloodlust could be sated in these actions his pride could not. The Butcher chafed at his position, but finally after a year of mediocrity General Anhake finally promised him a task that would match his reputation, a task that the Butcher eagerly went to perform. Now, standing before the most powerful creatures of Nablin, he would show them that even dragons had cause to fear him.
The Butcher smirked at the thought.
Those two cowardly worms were at least smart enough to recognize his power.
Three Kingdoms Total War Soundtrack- Dong Zhuo Trailer Music
Reference from
Purple-blep! Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37823126/
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