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on_holy_groundFall, 410 CE
Darius sat in his tent, sharpening his sword and thinking about the battle to come. He knew that it wouldn’t be that difficult for his men, given the relative ease they had in sacking Rome that summer, and he was looking forward to the fight. It had been too quiet since Rome, and he felt the need to bloody his hands in more than just some drunken brawl among his men. He also knew that his men were restless for a real fight as well, and for the spoils of conquest, and he knew that Paris would provide enough to satisfy them all for a time.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the buzz of a nearby immortal long before he heard the voices outside his tent, but he still set his sword aside, knowing that it was just his commanders there to discuss the strategy for the coming battle. Of course the sword was still well within reach, for while there was a bond of trust between him and his men, he knew that complete trust in a world where only the strong survived could quite easily get him killed.
They discussed what they were going to do when morning came, and then went their separate ways to rest before the battle. They had no way of knowing then that the bond of trust that they did have with each other would be shattered before the battle ever took place.
Darius sat in his tent, sharpening his sword and thinking about the battle to come. He knew that it wouldn’t be that difficult for his men, given the relative ease they had in sacking Rome that summer, and he was looking forward to the fight. It had been too quiet since Rome, and he felt the need to bloody his hands in more than just some drunken brawl among his men. He also knew that his men were restless for a real fight as well, and for the spoils of conquest, and he knew that Paris would provide enough to satisfy them all for a time.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the buzz of a nearby immortal long before he heard the voices outside his tent, but he still set his sword aside, knowing that it was just his commanders there to discuss the strategy for the coming battle. Of course the sword was still well within reach, for while there was a bond of trust between him and his men, he knew that complete trust in a world where only the strong survived could quite easily get him killed.
They discussed what they were going to do when morning came, and then went their separate ways to rest before the battle. They had no way of knowing then that the bond of trust that they did have with each other would be shattered before the battle ever took place.
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Re: [locked down tight tight]
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