The Auto-Biographical Story and History of Warlord Malice the Minotaur

Introduction:

I have done many things in my time, and I have seen many more. To forget those things, or not pass on what I have learned to those willing to read it would be a folly. For I have lived a long time, and those who I call friends whom may profit from my stories should not be denied. I am Malice the Minotaur, Warlord Commanding, and this is my story.

Early Life:

I was born on the Island of Los. The third oldest son of the Ruling Tribe. My oldest brother was Himilcar, the heir apparent, and Hilic was my second elder. As the third son I was expected to eventually come to rule the War Council. For five millennia my tribe had ruled all of Los. It was called "The Land of the Minotaur". Prior to that, it had been a chaotic, warring land. Ogres had fought Orcs. Minotaurs had fought Centaurs. Gorgons and Troglodytes fought the Titans.

When I was born to power the land was at it's height. My tribe was at the peak of it's power. The Minotaurs were the ruling class. We were the politicians, military leaders, and occupied the highest position on the social ladder. All of the tribes of Ogres and Orcs were united under us, serving in our legions, and building our great structures. The trolls had been pacified, and they too now served under our united clan. The Gorgons had been driven to near extinction. In our grace, we allowed three to survive, and they were expelled them from our land. The Titans too left, on their own accord to follow the Gorgons. The Troglodytes were the only threat left, and they were driven far into the earth, where we were unable to follow. They remained a nuisance to us, but only just that.

We were the uncontested rulers of the land. Until that day.

The Arrival:

I remember it well. It was a warm day, just after the snow had melted, but before our next campaign would start against the Troglodytes. I was walking by the cliff side, looking out over the sea at the land far away as I often did when I had free time. As always on a clear day, I could see the two mountain faces, with a narrow slit in between them and surrounded by the sea. They must have been thousands of miles away, but you could see them on a clear day easily, jutting towards the sky. We had never been there, however, I always imagined there was something or someone over there. I had started to walk home, when I came upon a group of Ogres gathered around in a circle. They were standing around something on the floor. Immediately I assumed it was an Orc they had been bothering, or killed. I stormed over, ready to discipline them. They spotted me approaching and immediately took to their knees, and it was then that I first saw it. A strange creature, not like anything I had ever seen before. It's skin was pink, and bore no fur. It appeared smaller than a troll, but looked immature, and I immediately thought it must have been a child of sorts. It lay there, it's eyes closed, a small pool of blood beneath it. I gestured for the Ogres to rise, and immediately asked what was going on. They explained how the small pink skinned creature had tumbled clear out of nothingness. I was of course skeptical at first. I had never seen anything like this before, but things don't just appear out of thin air, or so I thought. Ogres are of course not the most observant creatures at times, they must have seen something which confused them.

I stepped closer to the small creature, moving to examine it, and it was at this time I heard a scream in my mind. It was one of the lair Minotaurs. She was in danger, being attacked by a hideous creature. I gathered the small troop of Ogres and we ran towards the lair. We arrived at the entrance, where the female had managed to block off the opening to the lair, to find a large creature standing there. He had pink skin and was clad in metal, and wielding a large throwing spear. He caught our movement out of the corner of his eye and spun to our direction. Targeting me he threw his spear. I moved out of the way just before it made contact, soaring past me and impaling an Ogre in the chest, killing him instantly. The others rushed forward to engage the large pink-skinned warrior. He drew a huge spear from a quiver and began defending himself. Several had already fallen by the time I engaged the warrior. He focused his assault on me, dodging the battle-hardened veteran Ogres with seeming effortlessness. I struck him first. My claws removed a chunk of flesh which would have killed a Giant, but the warrior stood there as if protected by some divinity. He stabbed at me with his spear, barely missing my heart and piercing my shoulder, passing completely through. I gouged at the ugly creature with my horns, and before he could recover, I swung my claw again, disemboweling him.

The danger having passed, at least for the moment, I went to remove the barricade from the entrance, and find the female. I found her holding a small cross bow in a corner of the lair, practically frozen. She was very young, perhaps no older than a few decades, and still a calf. I approached her with slow caution, lowering the crossbow and gathering her into my arms in an attempt to provide comfort. She was shivering and only slightly responsive. The few surviving Ogres came in bearing the metal which had been worn by the pink skin. I directed them to take the female to a quiet room, to make her comfortable, and to find someone to question her immediately.

I myself set out for the Royal Palace to speak with the Ruling Council, my father, and my brothers. I arrived without incident after the short walk from the lower labyrinths to the top of the cliff where the Royal Palace overlooked the entire island. Young Minotaurs stood around in small groups, whispering, and staring at the heap of metal I bore in my arms, and the freely bleeding wound upon my shoulder. I walked past them without paying notice, my hooves clattering on the polished marble floors, the only other sounds were that of low whispers and the trickling of water from the fountains. Striding into the Great Hall, where the Council was already convened, the elders began to rise as I dropped the metal wares to the floor with a loud and perhaps slightly disrespectful attitude. Hilic was last to rise with a small dramatic sigh and a cocky smirk on his lips, which I wished for nothing more than to claw at. Himilcar was at my fathers right side and they two remained seated on the raised dais at the head of the hall. I bowed quickly, but respectfully to them, and then to the Council and took position at the podium representing the War Council. I started to speak, explaining the two incidents in great detail. The Council listened in great interest as I recapped the events of the day. As soon as I finished the questions began, everyone speaking at once, to me, to one another, arguing, yelling. My father slammed his claw down on the arm of his throne, bringing the Great Hall to order. He dismissed the council body and called for the heads of the divisions to see him one at a time. I made my way from the podium to the foot of the dais, before I had time to kneel my father gestured for me to come to his side. I stood close to him as his captains approach the stairs leading to the throne. He spoke to each of them, giving them specific instructions on the actions they should take in light of the recent discoveries. Occasionally he asked my opinion on one of the matters. When the last of the captains had departed he spoke directly to me. He spoke to me not as a son, but as a member and subordinate on his Council. The King rarely showed any signs of personal relationship in private, and never did something like that escape in public. He issued simple orders. Wait and remain vigilant. I could think of no other thing to do other than just that. He then dismissed Hilic and myself to contemplate alone with Himilcar over the matter. I bowed, turned towards the door and began to walk away when I heard my father call to me. I turned to face him and he gestured at the pile of metal I had brought in, still heaped in the center of the room.

"For your bravery Malice, and your service." He said, offering it as a gift.

I bowed deeply, took the equipment into my arms and left. The tall gold inlaid doors of the marble hall closed behind me. I began moving across the courtyard, now more deserted than it was before. Despite my attempt to avoid him, Hilic caught up with me. I knew exactly what he wanted. He was jealous that I had taken up all of the Council's time and that no attention was paid to him, and I didn't want to hear it.

He came up behind me, "Do you always feel it necessary to waste the council's time with such petty nonsense, Malice?" he asked in a snide manner.

I didn't bother to look at him and merely responded, "The Council seemed interested enough in it".

He snorted, dismissive of my claims continuing to walk close behind me. We passed by a small group of Minotaurs, one of the females I recognized came running up to me. Her name was Skye, she had always been very friendly towards me. A young, attractive minotaur of the Ostrusis clan. Lesser nobility. As all in her clan her fur was completely white, and her eyes were deep blue. Normally I wouldn't have minded speaking with her, however with Hilic standing there I felt uncomfortable. She gave me a shy smile as she approached, her eyes fixed curiously on the metal I held in my arms. Her smile became warmer as she greeted me. I almost smiled but remembered Hilic was right at my side and gave a curt nod. She asked how my day had been, frowning slightly as her eyes caught the sight of the wound on my shoulder. She stared at me curiously and perhaps slightly frightened as I told her what had happened. I finished by telling her that my Father had awarded me with the equipment the ugly creature had brought with it, explaining that he had wore it to shrug off even the strong blows of an Ogres claw. I glanced up at the sky noticing the setting sun.

"I think perhaps it would be best if you did not walk alone at night for awhile", I said to her, "at least until we figure out what is going on".

She nodded with some concern, her eyes glanced past my face, undoubtedly to Hilic who was obviously listening and probably entertained at the whole incident. The other Minotaurs started to disperse and head to their lairs, a young male from the group called to Skye. She glanced at the floor.

"I guess I should be going then", she commented.

I was about to offer to walk her to her lair, but then thought better of it, simply nodding to her. As she ran off to the group of her tribe-mates I heard Hilic approach from behind.He was smirking when he came into my view, as I knew he would be. I had little interest in hearing what I already knew he would say.

He spoke regardless, "She's quite taken with you it seems".

I shrugged.

"You should take her for a mate. At least you'll have one decent thing in your life then".

I glared at him darkly. He was of course referring to the fact that I would never lead the tribe, being a younger son. His chances were of course slim as well, but he liked to hold his status over me whenever he could. He made a insincere apology and walked off chuckling to himself.

Chaos on Los:

That night I sat in my office next to the crystal ball room alone, thinking back on the events of the day. My wounds were nearly healed now. The strength of Los flowed through my as I sat there meditating, weaving my flesh together over the exposed wound. I had tripled the Ogre and Orc patrols over the island. If anything was to happen, I wanted to know about it. Three dozen of my captains had been called out to lead the patrols personally, I knew the Ogres and Orcs would be less likely to slack off with their duties or fall asleep with a Minotaur in their presence, and this was not the time for either of those. The visage of the ugly pink skinned creature occupied most of my thoughts. I could not get the image out of my head. The armor, the weapon, the surcoat bearing a thick red cross. What did it all mean? Where had the warrior come from? These questions occupied my thoughts until the silence was pierced by the voice of one of my captains. He was calling to me, apparently they had spotted movement by the Liros Valley. I jumped to my feet, grabbed my cloak and stormed out of my office. As I walked through the crystal ball room I called to the Minotaur's standing guard. The six of them fell into two ranks behind me as I strode quickly through the room, making my way out of the lair.

I arrived at the position of my captain, a cliff overlooking the great valley. As I came into sight he announced my presence, and saluted me with a hoof to his left breast. I recognized him immediately. He was Salis of the Ostrusii, one of Skye's brothers. I nodded curtly and asked for his report. He gestured to the edge of the cliff and began to speak. As we moved to the cliff's edge I saw more than his words could have described.

It looked like a sea of living beings moving in a wave through the valley. Hundreds, possibly even thousands of Troglodytes running through the valley in the same direction. Salis was speaking, but I heard not his words. Never had I ever seen so many of our enemy, especially not above ground. Then something caught my attention. Fire flying through the air towards the end of the pack of lizards. I looked closer. It seemed there was a fight going on, I thought nothing of it at first, probably a few lizards disputing something primitive. Then I noticed a flickering of light on the skin of some of the creatures and I realized that this, what I had at first thought was a small dispute between stampeding Troglodytes, was actually a battle. There were Pink-skins in the valley, and they were attacking the Troglodytes. I saw a formation moving from the rear. A human stood on a large rock in the center of the valley, throwing fire from his hands at random lizards. They burst into flames, dying instantly. Several others were shooting small bolts of fire from devices resembling bows. Some of the Troglodytes were attempting to attack the individuals and the formation, giving the others time to escape, likely to some underground fortress. The formation pressed forward with awesome discipline. Those who attacked it were quickly slain, those who attacked the individuals on the rock formation fared little better. A cry came from the formation and they rushed forward. The resisting Troglodytes were slaughtered, and the rear of the fleeing group was overran. Lizards were dying everywhere, the pink skins were throwing spears and fire, or battering their enemies.

I noticed Salis had stopped speaking, and I glanced at him. He was looking at me questioningly, and I muttered to him asking to repeat his question. He asked again patiently if he should give the call to arms. I processed the thought for a moment. I did have the authority to call the entire force of our army out. On the other hand, the pink skins were attacking our enemies, and doing a good job of suppressing and destroying them. I thought it better to wait for a council decision on the matter. Instead I ordered Salis to record the happenings here, to find out where the Troglodytes were headed and to bring his findings to me directly when the events had concluded. I took another brief look down into the valley. It looked as if the events would be ending here shortly, the Troglodytes seemed soundly beaten. An odd feeling overcame me, one I had never before felt. The Troglodytes were indeed very worthy enemies. They had never been easily, nor soundly defeated in a years campaign by our forces. Yet these warriors, these pink skins seemed to have not only uprooted a huge group of them, and caused massive casualties, but also forced them to flee their dwellings, something which had never been accomplished by our tribe. The thought sent a wave of cold through me that made me shiver slightly. The feeling was thrilling...I liked it, whatever it was.

Prelude to Disaster:

The morning was slow to come after having returned to my lair from witnessing the battle. Many thoughts and visions occupied my mind, but the night was otherwise unspoiled by any further incidents. I sat in my spacious chambers meditating deeply, and waiting for the sun to rise a quarter high in the sky so that I could approach the Council with the report Salis had provided.

His findings were interesting to say the least. The pink skinned warriors had utterly defeated the Troglodytes in the battle. Salis' scouts reported over four hundred Troglodytes dead. Most of the bodies were left strewn in the valley, some had been taken by the pink skins. The dead or wounded of the enemy had been carried from the field. Observation reports put their dead at less than a dozen, and possibly as few as only half a dozen. The accomplishments of the pink skins alone were staggering, their casualties were simply awe inspiring. And I had been contemplating exactly how they had taken so few dead. Many ideas had gone through my head through the night, and I decided I would test many of them on this day after I met with the Council.

I heard a knock at the door of my chambers after many hours of meditative silence. My mind blurred out of focus and my eyes opened as I called for the disturber to come. A young, grizzled looking minotaur opened the door. He was clad in a crimson cloak and loincloth, one of my elite guards. He informed me that the sun was a quarter high as I had asked to be informed of that time. I nodded stiffly to him and he saluted with a hoof to his breast and left closing the door behind him. I rose slowly to my feet, my body limber and refreshed from the hours of meditation. I looked at the pile of metal I had been awarded yesterday. Slowly I began to place the metal on my body on the obvious areas. Soon I was completely clad in the metal. Although slightly constricting, I found it to be much less restrictive of my movement than I had originally thought it might be. I pulled my cloak from the mannequin and threw it over my shoulders, it fit easily over the metal. I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusted the fittings and walked out.

Minotaurs were gathered, speaking to one another in small groups or strolling about the marble courtyard of the Royal Palace. As I approached the top of the huge marble steps immediately I noticed gazes falling upon me. The courtyard went practically silent as I strode through towards the Great Hall of the Council. Undoubtedly everyone present was taken back by my attire. A full suit of metal covering my body complimented by my very distinctive cloak. As I approached the doors of the council building I saw four guards posted outside. This was not the procedure under normal circumstances, and I had not ordered it. I knew instantly something had to be going on. As I approached the guards crisply snapped to attention and the commanding officer stepped from out of the shadows and saluted me. I walked past and the doors were opened for me.

The first thing I noticed as I walked in the door were the lizards in the center of the Council Chamber. I snarled in disgust instinctively and took an aggressive step forward. I noticed they were addressing King and Council with some sort of statement. My father caught sight of me and many of the council noted my presence as I made my way to the War Council seating section. As I sat I asked one of my generals, Grelis, what was going on. He looked at me with the most curious look I had ever seen, from him. I was about to make a comment about his disrespect when I remembered I was wearing the uniform that the pink skin had been wearing, and merely waited for him to speak. He explained that the Troglodytes were present to discuss terms of alliance against “our” new enemies. I scoffed disbelievingly. The Troglodytes were in a worse position then I thought if they were truly asking for an alliance with us. I gave Grelis a copy of the report I had taken last night and explained the situation, and what I planned to do about it. He agreed with me, of course. I had little doubt that any on the War Council would not. The Troglodytes were a menace to us, and as soldiers we all knew the importance of eliminating them as a threat.

After a while of speaking back and forth the King cocked his head at me, a sign that he wanted me to voice my opinions on the matter. I stood leisurely and made my way slowly to the podium under the scrutiny of the five Troglodytes present. I knew none of them, as it had never been a concern of mine to do anything but kill them. Simply by the gazes I attracted from them, however, I realized they obviously knew me. My ruthless tactics and behavior in dealing with them was known by all. Quite likely one of these Troglodytes may have just days ago been hunting for me to collect a bounty that was rumored to have been put on my head. Their glances were a mixture of hatred, and bloodlust with what appeared to be a slight amount of curiosity and perhaps even envy. They obviously noted the metal completely covering my body, and would have easily deduced that I had gathered it from a dead pink skin warrior. I could tell they were burning inside with furious jealousy. Just the night before they had lost hundreds of their kind to these warriors and here I was, flaunting the fact that I had killed one of them in front of them and a room full of over five hundred Minotaurs. It must have been quite embarrassing for them.

As I took the podium I gathered the report submitted by Salis. I spoke loud and deliberately to the room, not addressing my comments to anyone in particular. I started by presenting what Salis and I had witnessed the night before. The Troglodytes shrunk as I read the statements and gave my views on the events of the previous night. They obviously had not known they were being watched, and this only made them more embarrassed. I glanced towards the raised dais where my father sat on his throne. He was glaring at me with a most disapproving look. He obviously thought these events and this report was important enough to have been addressed to him before the Council convened this morning.

I continued uninterrupted however. After completing my reading of the reports I had collected I went on to describe my suggested course of action. My words very plainly shocked the Troglodytes with terror. I saw the looks on their faces as I coolly explained how efficiently the pink skins were taking care of our problem for us, and how I thought we should make arrangements for our new campaign of war to be pushed forward to coincide with this stroke of luck. The entire hall was utterly silent. The lizards stood there gaping at me, as did a large portion of the council itself. The silence was broken by the protesting yell of the Troglodyte emissary. He desperately plead for quarter for his race, claiming that the pink skins would turn their attention to our tribe and our land after they were beaten and how it was completely without honor to attack an enemy in such a state as they were currently. I gazed at him uninterestedly and faultlessly, unmoved by his passionate protest. I continued as if his outburst had not even been heard, shocking the council even further, I began to speak of my campaign plan, knowing the psychological effect it would have on our enemies whom were present.

The Troglodyte emissary’s head snapped to the King, obviously hoping that he would make me stop. He let me continue on for a few moments longer and then held his hoof up, gesturing for me to stop. He sat there in silence for a moment. The Troglodyte burst out, saying to go along with my suggested course of action would be madness. The King sat their indifferent and unphased, deep in thought. He then rose from his throne and spoke. He asked for a vote of the Councils that would determine whether we supported the Troglodytes in an alliance against the new threat, or stuck to normal war routines and began a campaign against the Troglodytes the same as we would any other year.

A large portion of the council was still in shock, and the King seemingly willing to support my suggested course of action did nothing to snap them out of it. My statements and comments had stunned all the right members. Those members who I knew would be opposed to such a course of action. The call came out for those who supported war to let their voice be heard. The loud shouts of agreement from the hawks filled the air, causing the present Troglodytes to shrink back further like cowed calves. A good half of the council was completely silent, gawking at the other half and their apparently unconcern for anything other than blood. The King raised his fisted hoof, calling for silence. When silence was finally achieved the call for supporters of the alliance went out. The actual number of supporters for the alliance outnumbered the supporters of war. However, as the call went out very little noise came from the allies. The huge majority of them were unable to grasp the events that had just transpired so rapidly. Those trying to rally support for the alliance were unable to, and failed miserably. In the end my gamble had worked, those who did not call for either course of action abstained from the vote and were omitted from the process. The King nodded curtly. He turned to address the browbeaten Troglodytes and passed his decree. The Council had voted, and they had chosen the course of war rather than the proposed alliance. The Troglodytes looked utterly beaten and exhausted. Before they turned to leave the lead emissary recovered slightly from his demoralized state and yelled to the council that these action would never be forgotten, nor forgiven. How right he was.

Knowledge and Power:

Many hours later as the Council was making ready for a short recess, a courier arrived at my seat. He handed me a missive bearing a wax seal with the royal emblem on it. Opening it as he stood present, I knew it had to be from my father. Himilcar rarely ever spoke to me, let alone wrote me a letter. I read the note, which merely requested that I stay during the recess and see the King. He probably wished to discuss something of my tactics in manipulating the Council earlier or one of the other stunts I had pulled on that day. I nodded to the courier and handed the piece of paper back to him. I watched as he left the area, when I felt a nudge coming from my right. Predictably enough it was Grelis, he leaned over and asked me what that was about. I just shrugged slightly and kept listening to the senseless babbling of the current speaker.

When the recess was finally called the hall cleared out by section, as was the custom. I remained seated after the hall had cleared until a courier came to escort me to the King. I knelt before the dais and the courier followed onto his knee. After a moment the King asked that I rise. I did and stepped up onto the platform, the courier disappeared into the emptiness of the Great Hall. I had been expecting to be in some sort of trouble, however as the King spoke I found out that was not the case. On the contrary, he seemed to be pleased that the Troglodytes were suffering major setbacks, and when I mentioned the fact that we may actually be able to evict them from the island, he nodded most approvingly. His major concern, however, was that of the new enemy present on our island. When he had heard that there were enough to constitute an army he had been slightly taken aback. Where had all these ugly creatures come from, and what did they want? It had been a topic of discussion all morning in fact. My father was most interested though, in knowing what my plans to deal with the new threat were. I told him my plans. That I wanted to study the behavior of the new enemies thoroughly, and to train our armies in some of their mannerisms, as well as to equip some of the army with their weapons and the metal they wore on their bodies. And also that I wanted to have our spies watch them closely, not just for military, but social reasons as well. Of course the Troglodytes would also be on the agenda for a heavy offensive campaign as well. The King agreed to all of the idea’s that I put forward and so I asked to be allowed to start carrying them out. He agreed and I turned to walk away. As I did so he called out to me.

“Malice”, he called.

I turned to him, “Yes, my King?”, I replied.

“The next time you do not bring information such as what was presented this morning to me before Council has convened, you will be suffering disciplinary actions”.

I nodded, and bowed deeply, “Thank you, my Lord”, I muttered and I left the chambers.

I strode out of the Great Hall of the Council, into the courtyard. The sun was at it’s peak, and there was a nice cool breeze coming from the ocean, but I was in a horrible mood. I had almost reached the Cliff Steps to the rear of the Council Building when I heard my name being called. I stopped mid-step and turned slightly to see Skye coming hurriedly towards me. She looked very attractive, clad in a blue toga with a pearl white border. I forgot about the reprimand I had received from the King just moments ago, and for a moment my mood lightened slightly. As she ran up to me, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. She seemed in high spirits which, for some reason, made me feel even better. We began talking, she asked what I had been doing and we spoke briefly about the passed few hours. She seemed genuinely interested, although the whole thing must have been quite boring for her. She came a little bit closer to me, as I spoke, and I suddenly became more aware of her. She was gazing into my eyes, and I caught sight of hers, sparkling like two perfect sapphires. I wanted to take a step closer to her, but instead I slid back slightly. A small look of hurt flashed across her face briefly followed by a slight frown, and then a return to her cheery self. She asked what I was doing on this night. I had several things planned, however, I responded with a shrug, and told her nothing. I asked if she was doing anything and she told me she didn’t have any plans, but that she was tired of being cooped up in the lair so much. I hesitated slightly, then asked if she would want to accompany me this evening as I did some work, and then perhaps for a short walk. She practically shone with excitement, and quickly jumped at my offer. I couldn’t help but smile. She was like a calf just having been asked if it wanted some honey. I told her to stop by my office when the sun was no longer visible, but it’s light still shone. She agreed happily and stepped towards me, rising on her hooves and kissing me on the cheek again. I gave her a small kiss on her cheek. She blushed slightly and made her way slowly back to the main courtyard area. I watched as she left, and admitted to myself that I was looking forward to her company tonight. When she had disappeared around the bend, I continued on my way down the Cliffside steps.

Upon reaching my lair I immediately called for a meeting of my top advisors, as well as all of my captains. So many were present we could not hold the meeting in our normal convening area, and we had to take it to the lecture hall. The first topic of discussion I decided would be the matter of equipment. I spoke to our engineers, and architects openly in front of the entire group. I had three male minotaurs whom occupied the highest advisory seats on my staff. I explained our needs to them. A means of turning metals into the type of clothing that the pink skins wore, and fashioning weapons that we would copy from our enemies, as well as a safe, and secure place to store this new equipment. My request drew dubious looks not only from the engineers, but a decent portion of the crowd in general. The Master Chief Builder of Clans, Uglic , assured me that they would begin design plans and construction as soon as possible, sighting that they should have a prototype available by the end of the day, and a finished product by the beginning of the next. Most pleased by the news of such expediency I dismissed them to begin their work. They stood, bowed and swiftly departed.

Next I spoke to my military advisors and captains. I knew most would be apprehensive in putting their troops into metal clothing for protection, something that would be seen as lacking honor and courage. I was still wearing the suit that I had been awarded, which would go a long way in calming them, and I pointed this out. I told them that it was not out of fear, nor lack of honor that we would cover our troops with these metal-clad garments, but out of preservation and that by wearing this metal we would be able to serve our Tribe and it’s king for longer as our lives would be extended in battle. I then passed down the decree that the wearing of this metal would be mandatory for then next five full moons. After this time had passed I would allow commanders to choose whether their units or themselves would continue to wear it, with the exception of special circumstances. The group had been appeased for the most part. They would wear the metal, and they would see how well it did to increase their potential, and they would not want to remove it after the five moons had passed. Of this I was fairly confident. The next step I planned to take would probably be the biggest, and most difficult to attain to my desired level of competence. My armies were well known to be fearsome and ruthless in battle, very rarely had we lost a major battle, and never had we lost a war. However, after watching our new enemies tactics, and how they managed to easily isolate and pick apart the Troglodyte resistors, I thought it best to instill a type of soldierly discipline in our troops. Of course we would still be warriors, fighting for glory and honor but, we would also be able to fight as a unit, as I knew we probably would need to against the pink skins. I started to explain what I wanted done. I told my commanders of specific drills I wanted them to do with their units, and my advisors would drill multiple units to work in cohesion with one another. My instructions to them lasted several hours, we covered many bases and all were relieved when I finally dismissed them.

The last group I spoke to were my spies and assassins. Their orders were fairly simple. I wanted them to find out as much as they could about the social behaviors and hierarchy of the enemy, and to attempt to figure out their military plans and purpose for being on Los. I instructed my assassins to kill only when they were sure they would not be captured by the enemy, as I did not want to bring the armies of our enemy to us until they were exhausted with the Troglodytes, and we were much better prepared.

As I dismissed them I stood alone in the empty lecture hall of my lair. The light coming through the circular opening in the middle of the ceiling was very dim. I knew the sun must have been a quarter low, and so I went to my office to meditate before Skye’s arrival.

A knock at my door brought me out of my meditative state. From beyond the door I heard a soft female voice, “May I enter?”
Quickly I rose to my feet and opened the door to see Skye standing there. She was wearing a simple deep blue dress of muslin off of both shoulders, and a pair of soft leather slippers. She was absolutely breathtaking, I bent and gave her a soft casual kiss on her cheek, “You look wonderful this evening” I complimented her.

She blushed slightly, “May I come in?”

Becoming aware of my rudeness I muttered an apology and showed her in.

“Please sit”, I offered gesturing to a chair nearby my desk, “I only have a few more things to do here and we may leave”.

She sat gracefully, allowing her dress to fall naturally around her legs. I sat at my desk, and began shuffling through my papers, trying to look busy. I looked up and noticed she was staring at the fire burning in the hearth with an innocent smile on her lips. I realized I was staring, but did not look away. She turned and looked at me, smiling sweetly.

I stood and walked over to her, offering my hand to help her up, “I can finish here later”. She gave me a puzzled look as she took my hand and rose beside me. “Shall we go inspect the troops”, I asked.

Her face brightened and she looked excited, “Oh, yes. That sounds wonderful!” she exclaimed.

I offered her my arm and she linked hers through it as we strolled casually out of the room towards the lair entrance. We exited the lair to a beautiful sky. The horizon was a streak of orange that faded to red then purple and the height of the sky was a deep blue. Stars marked the twilight. We stood gazing for at the sky for a moment, appreciating it’s excellence. I glanced over to Skye briefly, she caught sight of me and I told her we should continue on, less the troops head out to their duties. She nodded and we continued walking towards the training fields. As I strode up to the Triumphal arch the four minotaur guards snapped to attention. Skye had only been here before with me once or twice, but I remembered how much she liked these guards. They were a part of my elite. Clad in flowing red cloaks, loincloths, and helmets that covered all but their eyes and snouts. The “T” opening of their helmets was bordered with gold, as was the bottom edge and the opening where their horns protruded. They wielded long, ceremonial spears. We stopped and Skye observed them for a short period, I saw the broad smile on her face and it almost made me too smile. I pulled on her arm lightly and we continued through the arch opening. As I stepped into the grassy training field just through the arch the word “Attention!” rang out, echoing loudly. All movement in the field ahead of us stopped. Four figures strode towards us from the shadows. As they came nearer the light showed their faces. One was Grelis, the one to his left was Otis, a general inferior, and they were accompanied by two of the elite guards following just behind them on either side.

Otis and Grelis both knelt, bowing their heads, while the guards stood slightly further away at attention. I told them to rise, and they both came to their hooves, stepping back slightly.

Grelis spoke, “To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit, my lord”?

“An inspection of progress”, I stated.

Grelis nodded to me and then look to Otis who bellowed loudly, “INSPECTION, FORM UP!”

Movement on the field resumed as Ogres and Orcs were moved about by their commanders. Beastly Cave Trolls roared towards the rear of the field as they were formed into their batteries. Two more elite guards came to join the group assembled by me. As they fell into position they came to perfect, unmoving attention resembling statues. Skye watched the whole thing happen through fascinated eyes. I could tell she was excited, she had been here with me before, perhaps, but never had she attended an inspection of troops.

I watched the groups form up carefully and I noticed Otis watching me closely, he appeared slightly uneasy. He was new to his position, but a very good soldier and leader, so I knew what was bothering him. I was monitoring how long it was taking for the army to form up, it had already been two minutes. Being the type of soldier that he was, he was probably a little dismayed. As a colonel he had a spotless record, as he did as major and captain as well. He strove for excellence, and this being his first major assignment as a newly appointed general, he felt that my scrutiny would reflect poorly on him. Eventually the army was prepared. I calculated it to have been approximately four minutes. Not an ideal time, however, acceptable for the moment. I looked towards Skye and she smiled at me. I again offered her my arm asking, “Shall we”, as I tucked her hand into the crook of my arm. She nodded anxiously and we began towards the huge formation slowly, Grelis to my left and Otis to his. The guards followed close behind.

We walked casually along the first rank. Occasionally I would stop and point something out to Grelis who would give Otis a look, who would in turn speak to the captain of the monster in question quietly as we stepped away, or make a few notes. As we continued on we eventually came to a company. I noticed their standard. It was Salis’ company, the Hawks. I ordered him to open his ranks for a detailed inspection. He barked the command to his company and they opened ranks perfectly. I gave a slight nod, impressed at what he had been doing with them lately. His company was composed of two hundred and fifty Ogres, all of which now bore metal uniforms. He was the first I had seen that had his entire company outfitted with the uniforms. The metal shone in the dim torch-light and I could tell he had been making the Ogres work at polishing it. I was quite impressed with him. I noticed Skye smiling at him, but he remained at attention, unflinching. After inspecting him personally, I went back to Skye and took her by the hand. I led her through each of the four ranks. I pointed out specifics to her. Told her what I was looking for, and which Ogres I thought were exceptionally well done. We stopped at a tall grizzled Ogre missing an eye. I stared at him up and down, his eye remained forward not focusing on me. I ran a finger over his metal cuirass. It was slightly oiled, giving it a nice shine. I cocked my head to Otis who came to me. I asked him for a rag, and he handed me a small piece of cloth. I rubbed the cuirass of the Ogre, covering up where I had marked with my finger. We departed the formation and I told Salis to close his ranks, which he did, again without flaw. The time was getting late. Salis’ company was only about the twelfth out of fifty in this army that we had inspected. However, the light of the sun was no longer visible, and I estimated that it was nearly the middle of the night. I decided I would conclude the inspection here, and I led the small group towards the podium to address the army as a whole.

As I slowly walked up the stairs Grelis shouted, “Ave, Warlord Malice”.

A thunderous sound echoed through the training field as the entire army saluted in unison with a fisted claw to their breast.

Once at the top Grelis again shouted loudly, “At ease”, and the army came to the proper position.

I spoke loudly, making sure the entire army could hear, “Hail thee, warriors of the King. As you can tell, we are undergoing many changes in our army. I am confident in your abilities and the ability of your commanders to see these changes through. I have not inspected you all, but those that I have inspected I have seen two things. Discipline, and progress. The standard is not yet obtained. However, I feel you are all well on your way to meeting that standard. During my inspection, I have saw some that are more ready than others”. I looked towards Grelis and Otis. Otis came to me at the podium, I whispered to him.

Otis bellowed, “Hawk Company, POST!”.

Salis ordered his company to attention and rear stepped them. Once they cleared the rank they were in, he ordered them to column and marched them between the ranks and around the army, stopping them in front of the podium. I led Otis down the stairs of the podium, and we stopped in front of Salis.

I spoke to him, “I am very impressed with the work you have done with your troops, Salis. You have set the standard for which I want the army to strive. For your distinguishing work I am promoting you to the rank of major, as well as making your company the bearer of the army’s colors. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that this means that you and your company are expected to maintain and exceed the standard you have set. Congratulations”.

As I walked back up the stairs of the podium, Otis took command of Salis’ formation, ordering Salis to stand to the rear of the formation. When I reached the top of the stairs, Otis gave the command to about face and I began speaking, “Hawk company has set the standard for which I expect all other companies to reach, and hopefully exceed. For his dedication and hard work, Captain Salis is promoted to the rank of Major, and his company has received the honor of bearing the army’s standards. General Otis will finish the inspection out before you are sent to your nightly duties. Any company which has met the standard can expect similar promotions. You now all know the standard, make it happen”.

As I started down the stairs Grelis shouted, “Attention”, and the army once again assumed the position of attention. I walked over to Skye, and approached Grelis and Otis. I complimented them on the work they had been doing, and told them to keep it up. Otis was outwardly pleased by my remarks, Grelis, as always, simply thanked me for my generosity. I smiled at Skye, and asked if she would like to go for the walk I had promised her. She agreed and we started on our way to the arch once again. As we started to leave orders could be heard being given and movement on the field resumed as Otis and Grelis continued inspecting the army. Stepping through the arch the resounding call of “Attention” was again heard, marking my departure from the area. The guards on the other side of the arch came to attention uncrossing their spears to allow use free passage.

We strolled casually towards the sea cliffs, the light of the moon illuminating our way. The night air was warm and a cool breeze blew from the ocean as Skye was telling me about the passed few days. I listened intently as she told me of all the rumors and gossip she had heard, chuckling and relaxing slightly in her company. We came to a small hill at the cliffs edge and made our way to the top. There was a bench at the peak and we sat for a break, looking out over the ocean towards the other islands. Skye asked me what I thought was on the islands that we hadn’t explored yet. I told her that I thought it was mostly other monsters, perhaps some that we could not even imagine. I also added that the pink skinned creatures probably had a home somewhere out there. She shivered slightly at the mention of them and slide closer to me, resting against my side. I tried to ignore her warm body pressing against me as I slide my arm comfortingly over her shoulder.

She sighed softly as she rested her head against my shoulder, closing her eyes, “Do you ever get lonely, Malice?”

Even though I knew what she meant, I remained guarded, explaining that I was rarely alone without the company of my advisors. I felt her nod slightly, her head still on my shoulder. I asked if she did. Again she nodded and told me, “Yes, sometimes I wish I just had someone to hold me. Someone I could be with all the time”.
This time it was I that nodded, as I turned my attention to the star filled sky. Gray clouds were moving passed the moon, partially covering it.

“It is getting late, perhaps I should take you home so you can get some rest.”

Silence was the only response to my question. I turned my gaze back to Skye and saw that she was fast asleep. I brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, as I gazed at her. She looked so peaceful and pretty in the night’s light, I could not bring myself to wake her. I took her into my arms and made my way back to the lair.

Upon reaching my quarters in the lair, I was met by a female minotaur standing outside my room. As she saw me approaching with Skye in my arms she politely opened the door for me. Thanking her, I slide into the darkness of my room, gently laying Skye down on my bed, careful not to rouse her. As she lay there, I stood close over her. I lowered my lips and kissed her brow gently, carefully withdrawing my arms. As I pulled away her arms draped over my shoulders.

“Stay with me.”, she murmured half asleep.

I gently eased her arms from around my shoulders and whispered to her, “I will be close by.” She whimpered an unintelligible protest and I brushed her cheek softly, before pulling the blankets over her and moving away. I covered the hearth with a kelic and lit a candle to provide dim lighting in case she woke during the night, not knowing where she was. Taking a seat on the thick rug by the hearth I slid into a deep meditative state.

Testing the Enemy

I snapped out of my meditation early the next morning, roused by the intrusion into my mind by my servant. I glanced over at the huge bed which occupied the center portion of the western wall. I had wanted to rise before Skye this morning, and sure enough she lay there, still asleep. I rose to my feet and walked to the door. Opening it, a female servant appeared. I asked her to let Skye sleep until she woke on her own and to provide her with anything she wanted. The servant nodded and returned to her station as I grabbed my cloak and made my way down the hall.

I was slightly disappointed, but also relieved. I would have liked to been there when Skye woke, so she would not be alone with a cold servant she didn’t know. On the other hand, perhaps it would have felt a bit awkward as well. I had never entertained Skye in my chambers before, it simply wouldn’t have felt proper. And I was certain Skye had never slept anywhere other then her own bed, and perhaps at a companion of her same gender’s chamber. The point, however, was moot. I had business to take care of this morning, that would likely carry throughout most of the day.

As I emerged from my lair I saw just how early it was. The sun was barely above the horizon. The companies would not even be back from their nightly duties yet for at least another hour. I made my way to the field of war anyway though.

When I arrived I saw the same guards as the night before, still standing tall and vigilante. They came to attention soundlessly as I approached. I gave the order to allow arrivals and walked passed. Without doing so all the returning companies would be bared from the field. There were two companies present, and a few others standing by. Attention was called and I waved my hand gesturing for everyone to continue as they were. I walked to the west side of the field to the war room and awaited Grelis. He arrived shortly after I did, and went through the proper courtesies, after which he inquired as to what I was doing up so early, and at the field no less. I explained to him that I wished to open our campaign against the Troglodytes early and to test the new enemy in battle.

He nodded, understanding that I meant to take troops out with me today. He apologized for not having several companies ready for my use and began to explain himself. I quieted him with a motion of my hand and spoke, “I didn’t say a thing about taking troops this early in the year.”

“Still…I should have known. Knowing you, sir”, he responded.

I just snorted at his comment. “When is Salis scheduled to return this morning?”

“He should be back relatively early. Any moment in fact.”

I nodded.

“You are going to take him for this engagement then I take it?”, he asked assessing.

“That’s right.”, I answered unconcerned. He looked at me oddly I noticed, but didn‘t say anything further.

The formations had started arriving. I watched from the open side of the war room. They would all be alert that I was in the area by observing the guards at the arch. The first came through the arch deadly silent. Not even a footstep could be heard by any of them. Although three of the four squads were outfitted in armor, not a single clang of metal was heard. Their commander was Brantros, the Lord of Havoc, he was called, and this was his and his company’s tradition. He was the mature, able and very competent commander of “Brantros‘ Brigands“. I was planning on taking him out with me this morning as well, and so I was glad he was back early. It would give his troops a good two hours before we had to move out. The missive I had dispatched to the five commander I was taking with me this morning reached him by courier as soon as his formation stopped. He quickly read through it, dismissed his formation, and promptly made his way toward the war room. As he stepped in he bowed gracefully. I stood and nodded to him.

“You asked to see me, my lord?”

“I did indeed”, I responded. “I am taking five companies out to engage the Troglodytes and perhaps the Uglies, today. I would very much like the Brigands to be among them.

Brantros was a older minotaur. He held several titles, quite a bit of land and was very combat experienced. He showed no emotion as I relayed this news to him. As if it was nothing special, almost something he was obviously entitled to. I liked that about him.

He responded, “My troops are tired and weary. They have not slept in three days, and we have had run ins with the Troglodyte’s two of those three days. We stand ready to march with you, my Lord. When do you want us?”

I grinned inwardly. The response was classical Brantros. Not only confident and cocky, it was undoubtly true. Brantros had a reputation for brutal and cocky honesty. I admired that. I told him when I wanted the companies formed up and dismissed him to rest. He bowed and promptly left.

Other companies had been trickling in, those coming in off night duty, as well as those from the second army group who would have duties tonight. The combined strength of the King’s Army numbered approximately two-hundred fifty thousand infantry, split up into two army groups. In addition each army group contained several batteries of heavy weapons, a company of Guardsmen, a company of my elite soldiers and at least two companies of mounted knights or cavalry. They alternated duty on a three day rotation. Two days one army was on, and the other had off. The next day the first army was on and the others were on standby in the barracks. Then the next two days the second army was on, while the other had off. This was how the army was organized for top efficiency. In times of emergency or on campaigns things worked differently of course. I had specifically picked this day because both armies would be present, and two of the companies I wanted to take out were in the second army group, “The King’s”.

The two companies that I requested from ‘The King’s’ had already arrived. They were ‘The Blackguards’, and ‘The Hunters’. Both had already seen combat this season with the Troglodytes on multiple occasions, which was my main reason for choosing them. Their company’s had been given detailed instructions in the letters I sent to them as to how to proceed, and so they did not report immediately to the war room as they were preparing their troops.

Salis’ and Jemric’s company’s came marching through the arch at the same time. Shouts of war rang from both formations, in battling style. Jemric led ‘The Professionals’, he was one of only a handful of commanders who had engaged the pink skins ever. That was precisely the reason I chose him for this skirmish. As soon as their formations stopped marking time the missives I had sent were delivered. Both of them immediately dismissed their formations and came to the war room.

They both entered at the same time, and both bowed deeply upon their entry. I nodded and gestured for them to sit. I explained what I was planning and asked if there was any reason they could not participate. They both looked eager for the honor to engage in first battle of the season, and had no objections, of course. With that I swiftly dismissed them to ready their companies and make their preparations.

Preparations were complete before the sun hit the quarter high mark. I had thoroughly briefed my commanders and the soldiers were already gathering at the center of the field. I stepped out of my war room and Colonel Magnus called his battalion to attention. He would be the officer in charge of the five companies I was bringing out on this day. I walked slowly to the formation, scrutinizing them carefully. I stopped in front of Magnus, he saluted and muttered some ceremonials. I returned his salute and he took a short step back before loping to the back of the formation. I now addressed the soldiers, two orcish companies accompanying three ogre companies.

“Today we are going to mark the beginning of our campaign season. The five companies present have been selected to have the distinct honor of spilling the first blood for the Harvest. We are going to start our day with a strike at the outskirts of the Troglodyte city. As you may already know, our goal for this season is to eliminate the last above ground holdings of the Troglodytes, and destroy their recently uprooted stronghold by the shore. Today I am expecting to only meet minor resistance on the outskirts, and the rest of the time will be used for pillaging and razing. This will take us to about a quarter sun mark over noon. You will all have a distinct added honor on this day as well. We plan to engage the Ugly invaders in our first open combat. This is a test. A test of tactics, strategy and to see the strengths and weaknesses of our enemies. Be careful.”

I cocked my head and Magnus issued marching orders from the rear. The companies formed column and he was standing in marching position. And so we set off.

We reached the outskirts of the Troglodyte city at slightly before the noon sun, immediately the companies formed battle lines. From the streets of the outlying dwellings we saw our enemies come rushing towards us. The Hawks held the center, where our enemies almost always attacked. To the near left were the Professionals, and the far left were the Hunters. The near right was composed of the Brigands. As our enemies came closer into range, they were predictably attacking our center. I ordered the Hunters and the Blackguards to greater flanking positions, and moments later the Troglodytes had crashed into the forward ranks of the Hawks. They were slightly stronger than I had expected, numbering at least a hundred fifty, no doubt with at least an equal number in reserve. I had been expecting no more than seventy five with equal reserves. They attempted to push past the Hawks and encircle them as I ordered the Brigands and the Professionals to move up and engage. The enemy now started to slow down their attack. They were already outflanked and being encircled, and were trying to keep a path back to the city clear. Another wave of Troglodytes burst from the city. Again, stronger than I had anticipated at least two hundred strong. I ordered the encirclement complete of the first wave and move the Hunters and Blackguards in position to halt the new wave.

The first group was now panicking. Their numbers had fallen to less than twenty-five. In a matter of twenty or so minutes my warriors had managed to kill approximately a hundred thirty of them. The remnants were desperately clawing at my formations to break free. The Hawks made a final push into them, they and they were annihilated. Meanwhile, an unexpected third wave had hit the front line and the Hunters were beginning to tire, taking the brunt of the attack. The Hawks were tired, but already in position to move up and I had barely given the order when Salis had pushed up behind the Hunters and were beginning to turn the flank of the enemy.

The Professionals and Brigands were now formed up, and I ordered them to push from the opposite flank. They were only momentarily engaged when the commander of the Troglodytes saw what was happening and gave a blast on a Minotaur hunting horn. It was then that I saw who was commanding their forced. The commander was an old and renowned Troglodyte war leader. He had beaten our armies before on more than one occasion. The horn he blew on belonged to a general whom he slew and removed it from in one of the more devastating battles. I was utterly shocked to see him leading rabble on the outskirts of the city. He should have undoubtedly had an army of his own, defending the city proper perhaps, or fighting the ugly creatures. But he was leading this unorganized and suicidal attack on us against impossible odds? It didn’t make sense to me.

The Troglodytes hearing the horn became panicked. Instead of withdrawing orderly they began to break ranks and start running. What was supposed to be the signal for a strategic withdrawal had caused our enemy to rout. I sent the Blackguards and Brigands to pursue the enemy and kill as many as they could. The remaining three companies formed up and began to move forward in support positions. The scribes then moved up and began recording the number of enemy dead, as well as our casualties.

The Blackguards and Brigands stopped their pursuit just short of the city. They had killed an additional forty Troglodytes in their mopping up. This in addition to the two hundred forty-seven already recorded. My scribes had indicated to me that the total number of Troglodyte forces was five hundred. We were able to destroy nearly half of that. Or own loses were even less than expected. We had twelve dead and sixteen wounded. This was no doubt due to our new armor. Out of the twelve who had died, only one was wearing armor, and his head was completely removed by a Troglodyte. We could have taken casualties as high as four hundred for an attack that size, normally our loses were anywhere from fifty to seventy-five, however.

The dead Orc wearing armor was promptly stripped of the metal and another soldier was clad in it. The wounded were being treated by our shaman and I dispatched riders to bring twelve new soldiers to us. While we waited my companies ransacked and pillaged the closest structures before setting fire to as much of the outer city as possible. The enemy made no more attempts at resistance.

After the reinforcements arrived I ordered the companies to rest for a few moments. We had pulled back some distance after having razed the structures and were in no immediate danger. All twelve replacements were fully equipped with armor, and our battalion was now stronger than when we had started. After the short rest, Magnus began the march to our next hotspot.

The troops were in high spirits as we marched to the valley where we were expecting to encounter the ugly invaders. They were decently rested and encouraged by their earlier victory. We were headed to an area where we knew the enemy passed by at least three times a day. Once in the early morning, at noon, and one last time about half past the high sun point. We were expecting to catch them on their last trip for the day. The size of the forces that passed through varied, however we were estimating a group of about six hundred, which we outnumbered greater than two to one, and who weren’t expecting us.

We reached the spot and the companies moved into position. It was an easy spot, with no room on the flanks to be encircled, and on a slight incline which we took advantage of. Four of the companies stood in the valley, the fifth was on the cliffs overlooking the valley to act as spotters and heavy bow fire. We stood in position for over an hour without so much as a noise. Almost like clockwork, however, when the sun reached it’s half down we started to hear the sounds of marching soldiers. Metal, boots, whistling and singing filled the air from around the bend in the valley. They came into our view shortly after our spotter had confirmed the number at six hundred six. They did not yet see us, an advantage of our position.

They continued marching and as they got closer we let loose with arrows from inside the valley. Several of the uglies fell, and their lines became disorganized momentarily. Another volley of arrows came down into their ranks and precisions shots were delivered from the cliffs. The creatures recovered from the initial shock and were already in line. They had spotted our formations in the valley, but had yet to notice the ones on the cliffs. They formed into three squads, of about two hundred each, and slightly stronger at their center. They moved forward and the valley shoot a final group of arrows before making ready for hand to hand combat. The cliff archers were still shooting, killing mostly the wounded uglies writhing on the ground in pain. The uglies began to move forward quicker as they reached the incline and were soon running head on into our center in perfect formation. I ordered the Hawks and Professionals, the two center companies, forward to meet their assault. They clashed violently, with the clang of metal ringing through the valley. The uglies pushed relentlessly, and the two companies were quickly pushed back behind their original starting position. I ordered the Blackguards and Hunters to close the flanks of the enemy, but as they did they too were met with stiff resistance and began to lose ground as well.

The Brigands were still firing from above, they were now picking unwounded targets as they noticed our formation being pushed back. The uglies halted their attack for several moments, we had just enough time to close our ranks when they hit all four companies simultaneously. Their push caused heavy damage to our formation and was putting a huge strain on our center. Our troops were tiring and I called the Brigands down from the cliffs to help support our center. The Hawks were suffering. They were trying to push to hold their ground and were suffering many casualties for it. The Brigands arrived to reinforce them just in time. Salis glanced back at me and I ordered him to fall back to support the Brigands rear. His company fell back from the fighting, and I saw they were suffering major loses in their ranks.

The right flank of the enemy was starting to give ground now to the Blackguards. I ordered Salis’ troops into the fray to support the push. The uglies seemed to be tiring slightly, and the additional troops on their right were causing them some disorder and casualties. The Brigands, however, were now starting to falter. They were bearing almost all of the attack now, and casualties were rising. Something had to be done to hold the center. I flung my cloak over my shoulder and tossed myself into their ranks. Magnus obviously followed right beside me. The instant we took to the fight two uglies fell to our claws, both looking like somewhat important military figures, captains at least. I swung around and saw and ogre being severely harassed by an ugly. Lowering my horns I charged, tossing him in the air. I pivoted slightly as a metal object swung right past my head. Viciously lashing out with my claw I removed the leg of the ugly warrior.

By now most of the troops had noticed us in the fight, and were starting to push hard again with a second wind. The uglies seemed to be more disorganized now, possibly at the lose of their leaders, and tiring. We started to take back some of the ground we had originally lost. Jemric was struck with an ugly weapon and suffered a grievous wound to his torso, right through his armor. Magnus immediately took over his formation and a brave scribe pulled Jemric from the battle. The uglies were still battling hard and I was unable to issue orders properly as I was in the fray myself. I swiped my claws at the ugly standing in front of me. He stabbed me in the leg and my claw crashed into his skull. I turned and started to fight my way to the rear, killing several uglies on my way.

When I finally got to a commanding position I quickly assessed the battle. Both sides had taken very high casualties. I estimated the uglies to be at less than half their original strength, but they showed no signs of routing or withdrawing. Their left had become weak during my time in the fight and their right was practically crushed. I pulled the Hawks from the right flank and moved them to the left where they quickly were able to cause the weakening flank to break. Both flanks had now collapsed in on the center and the uglies were nearly encircled. We lacked the troops to complete the encirclement effectively, and so I called for a three sided pincer attack. The uglies were trapped mostly, and with the powerful push that came from the ranks of my battalion, which was in no small part due to Magnus’ inspiration, they became routed. They withdrew back in disorder, and suffered more casualties for it.

Immediately after disengaging they were forming up again, as if to make another attack. Their companies were gappy and incomplete. I called my formations back into line to make ready for another assault. They formed up and I saw just how many casualties we had taken. We still outnumbered the enemy, but by not nearly as much as at the beginning of the skirmish. I called for the consolidation of ranks and ordered bows up, giving the fire at will command. The soldiers took careful aim this time, wanting to inflict maximum damage rather then merely firing mass volleys, likely to hit armor. As they let lose a decent portion of the enemies army fell, most shot either in the face or neck.

Immediately after disengaging they were forming up again, as if to make another attack. Their companies were gappy and incomplete. I called my formations back into line to make ready for another assault. They formed up and I saw just how many casualties we had taken. We still outnumbered the enemy, but by not nearly as much as at the beginning of the skirmish. I called for the consolidation of ranks and ordered bows up, giving the fire at will command. The soldiers took careful aim this time, wanting to inflict maximum damage rather then merely firing mass volleys, likely to hit armor. As they let lose a decent portion of the enemies army fell, most shot either in the face or neck.

The remaining enemy commander shouted something and the uglies collapsed their ranks into column and beat a hasty retreat. Normally we would have pursued, but my companies were tired, battered and beaten. It was impossible for them to continue on. It was time to begin the ugly task of calculating the dead and the scribes were immediately put to work. The loses were high for both sides. The enemy had started with six hundred six soldiers and officers, their numbers were reduced by the efforts of our warriors to two hundred sixty one, including two of their commanding officers. Our own loses, however, were greater, and more concerning. We had started the battle with twelve hundred fifty soldiers, and seven officers. Our forces were now only four hundred ninety two soldiers. Jemric also died of his wounds shortly after the battle, raising our total. We had started the battle outnumbering our enemy greater than two to one. We ended the battle outnumbering the enemy by not even that much.

The Return Home:

Spirits were low as we made our way back to the field. It was late. The troops were tired and weary from a long day of hard fighting. I had decided that I would ride, not march back. I would of course stay with the formation, however.

I thought long about the battle with the uglies. The loses we endured were completely unacceptable. We had outnumbered the enemy and held all the advantages. We had the high ground. We had surprise, and range. I had crack troops at my disposal. How could we have suffered such a battle? How could I have not came away with a victory? For this battle was not a victory. O, yes we were successful in our objective. We had caused the enemy to withdraw. We had held our ground. But our enemies had been able to inflict a higher percentage of casualties upon us, and although we had not routed, nor had our enemy. I tried to think in my mind what I had done wrong, or what I had not anticipated. But I could not come up with anything.

Presently I was torn from my thoughts. The formation had come to a sudden halt. I glanced ahead to the soldiers of the advanced guard. I just longed to get back to the field so I could conclude my reports of the days activity and properly meditate. Magnus approached.

“What is it?”, I asked a little annoyed at the delay.

“The soldiers have spotted a small fire burning just over the hill. There are several tents pitched around it, but not standard is placed.”

Obviously there was something wrong with this sight. No matter that I had no knowledge of any units in this area. They could have easily been sent here during the day by Grelis for one reason or another. Regardless, any unit in the field was always required to cast it’s standard. I looked up at the darkening sky. It was getting late, and the soldiers were weary from a long day of battle. However, this was something that could not be overlooked. I gave the order for the formation to rest on guard and sent two Field trolls forward to inspect the camp.

We waited for about three quarters of an hour before the trolls came back, but the wait was worth it. The news they brought was that the camp belonged to the uglies. They had counted four guards and estimated about forty sleeping soldiers. Quite obviously we had to attack. Our enemies were not only outnumbered more than ten to one, but were sleeping with only a very light guard. The trolls drew us a crude diagram of the encampment. It was unfortified, and the guards were posted at the four entrances to the camp. I decided we would take the camp by surprise. My companies would attack the four entrances, and I would hold the fifth company in reserve.

Approximately an hour later my troops were in position. We had taken caution to move far out of view of our enemy so as to not give away any element of our surprise. My archers were ready and gave the order for them to begin.

With flawless precision, the first archer fired two shots. The creature at the eastern entrance was struck in his throat and face. The two other archers quickly followed and finally the last shot was fired. All four guards were slain in almost complete silence, and the camp was now completely unguarded. I gestured to Magnus, who was now personally leading the Professionals, our reserve company. He cocked his head to a lanky ogre archer who shot an arrow high over the camp. It made a light whistling sound, as it soared through the air, a feature accomplished by blemishing the head of the arrow, and the signal was given.

The companies now rushed the camp from four sides. There were five tents. Four large ones on each corner, and a small one in the center near the fire, obviously housing the commander. The soldiers move quickly but quietly and tore into the sides of the tents. The screams and dying cries of the uglies filled the air shortly after. I sent Magnus forward to ensure the capture of the commander, and to finish make sure there were no survivors. The struggle obviously did not last long. Our enemies were unable to muster any resistance and we easily slaughtered them, sixty three in total. We also had the great fortune of capturing two officers. We left the area, the tents burning, every slain soldiers head piked, bodies mutilated. The feet of our two prisoners were removed and nailed to the ground. They would have no use for them where they were going.

Eventually we arrived back to the field of war. Cheers and shouts rang out as we marched through the Triumphant Arch flying purple colors on our standards, signifying our days victory. The first battles and first victories of the season. The cheers grew louder as our prisoners were dragged in, bound and missing their feet. They were brought to the liaisons, who would bring them to be studied by our shaman, and questioned by my interrogators. The spoils came through next. We had captured a substantial amount of goods and equipment from the camp. Rare metals, furniture of great craftsmanship, weapons and armor, as well as documents which might prove to be military in nature. Most of this would be added to my own store rooms after paying proper respect to King and Council.

The day had ended in victory. We had suffered a setback in our battle with the uglies, but we had carried the day. I had learned much from my two encounters with the uglies and my armies would benefit from my experiences. New and more intensive training would be in order and nothing would stop us from destroying all enemies on our Island, and ruling it uncontested. Or so I thought.