The Dirty Dozen

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[107] Xelin: The Dirty Dozen
Tue Aug  2 13:03:42 2011
To: Shalonesti_Kingdom Shalonesti Imm RP Zandreya Religion
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Xelin stood in front of his soldiers, his cutlass gleaming in the
moonlight. 


'Alright boyo's, it seems as if we're on standby for now, but that does NOT
mean you can go galavanting off to do what you please.  As of this moment
you're on defense duty.  '


He frowned for a moment then continued, making eye contact with each one.


'They're coming from the west, so by the Mother, that's where we'll be.  Oh
yes, boyo's, should they reach our walls we'll meet 'em head on.  They'll
have their bloodlust satisfied by our blades.  '


He stopped, looked at his soldiers and pulled out a tattered cloth.  Walking
up to the standard bearer, he gave the order to bear arms.  A few minutes
later the old crimson and black flag flew from the staff.  The Dirty Dozen
was back in full force. 


'These dwarves are nothing more then animals, boyo's.  They want to try and
puff themselves up, instill fear in us.  But by the Mother be damned,
they'll pay for what they've done.  That's our land out there, Mother
blessed.  It may be that they're desperately wanting to get back at us for
the last war.  They think if they can hole us up, they'll have us.  HA!  We
are not stumps that hide in the ground.  We are ELVES, the forest is our
home.  They are roaches amongst our home.  They will be squashed.  '
Xelin grinned as he drew his blade, holding it up to the sky. 


'THEY WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE!  THEY HAVE KILLED OUR COUSINS.  MEN,
WOMEN, CHILDREN, THEY DO NOT CARE.  OUR FAMILIES THAT WERE LEFT OUT THERE WITHOUT WARNING.  OUR BROTHERS, SISTERS, MOTHERS AND FATHERS.  THEY WILL REGRET THIS GRUDGE!  '


Xelin snapped his collar closed, his grey eyes cold as the steel he bore in
his hand looking westward.  All around him his soldiers gathered, readying
their wicked blades he had once wielded, in fact they were all modeled after
his, he found out. 


'DEATH TO THE STUMPS!  FOR THE VALLEN!  FOR THE MOTHER!  FOR SHALONESTI!  '
they cried into the night air.  One unit, one family, defending another.