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    A Wolves Tale (Short Stories by w1nd)

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    The warm smell of summer fruit hangs in the air in the distant corners of the world of legends. Battlements of great kingdoms are surrounded by leagues of corpses on all sides while the stench of the dead quickly overpowers any beauty that summer would normally bring. The dead have not risen, that is a good thing for the living, cultists gather for moon light ceremonies in secret ancient groves and pray to their dark gods. The rivers once filled with sweet water now run blood red, permanently stained by the chaos of war, the gods thirst for more and thrust all their believers to a never-ending battleground where only souls depart from.

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    The blood moon rises in the late months of fall, the winter is close and the cult of the undead perform their annual ritual to the lord of the dead in hopes that they will be blessed with his holy might. The fields scattered with small pockets of hooded figures chanting in an unknown language to a god from a time long forgotten in the world of legend. The snow starts to fall and the undead do not fear the cold like mortal men, winter is coming.

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    If the witch of winter was not bad enough herself - undead roam the forest and the corpses of the fallen refuse to stay still. After the ritual of the blood moon was performed in the fall the undead will rise all winter unless the cult of the dead is stopped! Trade routes have been cut back and alliances pushed to their breaking point as kingdoms fight for resources, land, and of course safe passage. With many of the armies on the front lines of battle little attention is paid to the coming darkness in the forest and the mountains. Great battlefields lay vacant, only blood and visceral remain. One can be certain that these bodies were not removed from the field of battle to be buried in peace with their fallen comrades. They now march in unison to the nearest kingdoms looking to bash down the gates and continue the never ending cycle.

    Winter is upon us, are you ready?

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    The darkest of trails now hide even darker secrets in the world of legends. The race of men have united with the undead in a most unholy way and now are a scourge coursing across the land. Raiding Orcs have been spotted in the foothills and in the very same forests looting and pillaging anything they can find. The undead do not seem to bother the orcs as few casualties remain on those battlefields, orcs are very resilient compared to humans or elf so even for the undead they are not an easy foe. Echoes of dark chanting can be heard on the wind as if the air itself spoke the foul words.

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    On the coldest nights under the brightest of moons the wolves can be heard howling in the wind, but one can be heard above all others. The world of legends shakes off the snow of winter as the warm wind of spring slowly creeps through the world. The undead hordes now clash with each other as orcs raid the countryside. There is no longer a safe space for men and elves alike as the greatest dangers of the world have come calling and only the wolves know where they are at all times. Sounding like a battle horn the wolves sit and watch, waiting for their next free meal or shelter left behind by careless armies marauding in the world of legends.

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    Spring colors pop giving the world of legends that wow factor as the blood has been rinsed from the fields where not long ago soldiers clashed and rose again as undead. The undead and the humans that control them continue to dominate the world as the orcs force their way into the world leaving no stone unturned they assault the humans who fight the undead. This great war has evolved as the gnomes come out of their hiding places fighting to the bitter end in a civil war that has divided their culture! The other races support the humans and orcs on all fronts while the avians retreat to their mountain top roosts.

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    The summer months bring great storms and force the wolves from the dens on lower ground. Wars of epic proportions wage on all around the world of legends. Lighting cracks through the sky as meteors rain down all around the world burning villages and forest to dust and ash. Dragons can be seen daily passing overhead to lay siege to kingdoms barely able to defend their walls. Wizards chanting can be heard all over the world as if you were surrounded. The wolves know all the safe places but even the mountains are no longer safe as the avians look to protect their roosts and gnomes retreat back to their mountain empires as the great gnome civil war has come to an end!

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    Darkness creeps across the land. Day and night the undead roam the world of legends in search of their fellow creepers. They heed their masters' call as the cultists voices are carried by the winter winds reflecting off of the mountains to the north like a great horn billowing the call to arms. The wolves howl in protest of the foul winds song as they rally in the great forests of the snow elves that offer them shelter as beasts of nature. The world of legends is now a cold dark place as once great human kingdoms lay smashed and broken only to freeze and stagnate over the winter months. What little army the kingdoms had left fled to the hills and valleys in search of refuge until the land was safe once more.

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    To the south of the world of legends the constant war has yielded early spring as dragons continue to scorch the earth, never allowing the flora to regrow or fauna return. The great grazing lands of the south are now barren wastelands as marauding orcs destroy a seemingly forgotten kingdom who retreated to the safety of their great keep, so goes the war poem. Heavy horses tear up the land returning to formation as great armies prepare to march again, to the north against the undead hordes! The gnomes push through the light snow and ice covering the many entrances to their hidden realm only to find countless undead patrolling their once sacred place.

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    The spring is back and with it drums of war from the south as the orcs begin to march north again to meet the undead in battle. Humans attempt to route them from the south in hopes of defeating the undead cultists who have been plaguing the lands since the age began. The gnomes fight hard to retake their ground as the undead have moved in and do not intend on leaving anytime soon. It seems that all eyes are focused on the undead to the north who have overtaken the human kingdom there and prepare to march south to meet the orcs, humans and gnomes in a bloody battle that no side is ready to back down from.

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    The summer brings the hottest days and the coldest nights, alone in a clearing laden with crosses marking the burial of great warriors a cloaked hooded figure places its pointed gauntlet on a large boulder near the center and begins chanting in a language only known to the dead. Eyes glow and flicker as each word is spoken.

    SURGE SURSUS! Astra inclinant, a solis ortu usque ad occasum, a minore ad maius, flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo. NON LOQUI SED FACERE, NON DUCOR, DUCO! SURGE SURSUS!

    The figure bellows out the last of the words a shockwave of green and purple energy is projected from the figure and expands in all directions only fading as it reaches the tree line. The ground trembles as bony figures push their way through the soil clawing at the earth as if trying to escape, they chant a bone curdling song as they RISE UP.

    If we are one grain of sand in the middle of the ocean. Can you try to understand how our touch can cause explosions? RISE UP! We're too great to be landed. RISE UP! We're too great to be sleeping. RISE UP, RISE UP! We are the APOCALYPSE in a pill that keeps us floating, as we fly above the stars the height won't scare us falling. RISE UP! We're too great to be landed. RISE UP! We're too great to be sleeping! They will never stop us!

    The hooded figure turns and marches into the darkness with their new army in tow, shadows rise from the earth and quickly vanish into the darkness. Only the clash of rusted steel can be heard trailing off into the distance accompanied by the glowing eyes of those returned.

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    The sound of songbirds echoes in the distance as great armies shed blood constantly over the same acres, battle after battle. The undead have met with heavy resistance as all the races of the world unite against their unnatural cause. Together we will triumph, only together can we make the world of legends great again. The King proclaims as he thrusts his longsword into the air while his horse rears and bucks its front hoofs neighing in agreement! TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE! HEEYAH!!

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    Winter is back with vengeance carving its way through the valleys and mountains of the world of legends. Soldiers freeze to death while they are marching and in the night strange noises are heard at the edges of the camps costing the armies their war horses. The undead lurk in every corner now in the world of legends, even those defeated rise again to meet the call of battle once more. Neverending tides of undead continue to sweep across the world leaving only destruction and terror in their wake. Only few living kingdoms have been able to fend off the fiends but the winter cuts off trade routes and food becomes scarce. With the undead in the woods hunters barely make it back alive and the farmers fields are all abandoned.

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    A new year dawns in the world of legends as the winter wars rage on kingdoms divided and find themselves lost in no mans land unable to find a worthy foe. Many kingdoms are destroyed by civil war as the undead continue to salt the earth with their very presence defiling all fauna and flora in their path. The humans fight valiantly but even the greatest warriors struggle in the winter months to maintain their composure. Once great kingdoms thought to be the standard struggle to maintain their position in the world of legends while upcoming fledgling kingdoms battle each other for the bragging rights of the crowns in all their glory. One thing is for certain there are few that can match the ferocity of the undead who currently find no trouble dominating the battlefield.

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