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It has been a year since Baalzamon brought me into the service of the
Great Lord in exchange for the life of my beloved wife. Having the link
to the Great lord had brought me real power. My ability to channel had
improved tremendously and under the guidance of Baalzamon himself,
I am now the most powerful male channeler, besides the Chosens
themselves.
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The Alliance had now began to move their troops towards the manned
border of the blight. Among them, many are powerful members of the
White Tower. I would relish a fight with them; the previous battle with
the Alliance had wounded me badly but in turn, I had added 3 more
Aes Sedai to my list of worthy killings.
"Sir, the troop placement is complete. Do we attack?"
Turning to the trolloc, I gave him my coldest look. "Didnt I say to attack
at midnight?"
The evening sun now a slight blimp on the horizon. "Soon", I thought
to myself. "Soon the killing will start"
The breeze brought the smell of charring flesh and burning brimstone.
A fitting epilogue to the carnage later.
"Dreadlords to me!!"
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The midnight moon stayed high in the sky, brightly lit the world. Rows
of dreadlords, both male and female, stood beneath me, facing the
direction of the enemy camp fires. Their faces stoic, their posture shiver
with anticipation. Each of them should be filled to the brim with the One
Power. Sweating despite the gentle breeze, they are ready for this
fight to bring the Alliance to their knees.
"Sir?" a fade screeched next to me. With a nod, I sent him on his way.
The dreadlords readied themselves. It had began.
Suddenly, horns torn the still night asunder. Trampling hooves shook
the ground. Without a sound I pointed to the front. Instanteously,
streaks of lightning and burning fireballs struck the lines of Alliance
troops. "Good! The initiative is now on our side."
As the trolloc fists slaughtered the first row of Alliance soldiers, the
Aes Sedai responded. Super hot burning brimstones fell from the
skies above and rained down upon my dreadlords. The earth
opened, swallowing them whole. Smirking, I let go off my stored
power and a huge lightning storm rained down onto the Aes Sedai.
Shields of air protected some. Others burned from my lightning.
There was no going back now.
"Callandor!!" A dreadlord screamed. A bolt of super white flames
streaked towards him. Damned, my spies didnt pick up the presence
of Callandor. Taking in more saidin, I forcefully built up a shield in
front of my dreadlords. The balefire will hit the shield first and
hopefully, my losses would be slight.
Surveying the physical battle, things are not looking well for the
trollocs. The initial rush had brought several losses to the Alliance
troops but their fortification was better than my spies had seen.
"Send in the second wave!" I ordered. The momentum must not be
lost!
The second wave of trollocs raced to the frontline like freed animals,
cutting down anything in their paths. Burning brimstones and lightning
cut into their ranks. The Aes Sedai were managing better than I had
expected.
"Burn them!!" I shouted as the dreadlords drew in using the angreals
given to them and blasted a wall of flames and lightning into the
Alliance ranks.
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The battle had now raged on for more than 5 hours. Dawn was
approaching. The physical battle between the trollocs and the human
foot soldiers and knights were just a distraction to the main battle - the
one between Aes Sedai and dreadlords. My dreadlords were now
near total exhaustion but there was no stopping. The Aes Sedai had
the use of the Callandor. That enough could have brought the odds
against us. But I was not known as a master tactician for nothing. The
odds remains the same, balanced on a sharp knife edge. Any
mistake would have grave consequences.
"Sir, the enemy is retreating. They are going into the second line of
fortifications!"
"Do not chase!" I said, using saidin to carry my booming voice to the
frontline where the trollocs were. They would know the consequences
for disobeying my orders.
"Till we meet again, Fallen Prince..." A booming voice reached my
ears.
"Yes! till we meet again... soon" I said, letting the voice be carried
over. "For I am the Fallen Prince, Champion of the Chosen, servant of
the Great Lord and master of the dreadlords!!"
rhu
Great Lord in exchange for the life of my beloved wife. Having the link
to the Great lord had brought me real power. My ability to channel had
improved tremendously and under the guidance of Baalzamon himself,
I am now the most powerful male channeler, besides the Chosens
themselves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Alliance had now began to move their troops towards the manned
border of the blight. Among them, many are powerful members of the
White Tower. I would relish a fight with them; the previous battle with
the Alliance had wounded me badly but in turn, I had added 3 more
Aes Sedai to my list of worthy killings.
"Sir, the troop placement is complete. Do we attack?"
Turning to the trolloc, I gave him my coldest look. "Didnt I say to attack
at midnight?"
The evening sun now a slight blimp on the horizon. "Soon", I thought
to myself. "Soon the killing will start"
The breeze brought the smell of charring flesh and burning brimstone.
A fitting epilogue to the carnage later.
"Dreadlords to me!!"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The midnight moon stayed high in the sky, brightly lit the world. Rows
of dreadlords, both male and female, stood beneath me, facing the
direction of the enemy camp fires. Their faces stoic, their posture shiver
with anticipation. Each of them should be filled to the brim with the One
Power. Sweating despite the gentle breeze, they are ready for this
fight to bring the Alliance to their knees.
"Sir?" a fade screeched next to me. With a nod, I sent him on his way.
The dreadlords readied themselves. It had began.
Suddenly, horns torn the still night asunder. Trampling hooves shook
the ground. Without a sound I pointed to the front. Instanteously,
streaks of lightning and burning fireballs struck the lines of Alliance
troops. "Good! The initiative is now on our side."
As the trolloc fists slaughtered the first row of Alliance soldiers, the
Aes Sedai responded. Super hot burning brimstones fell from the
skies above and rained down upon my dreadlords. The earth
opened, swallowing them whole. Smirking, I let go off my stored
power and a huge lightning storm rained down onto the Aes Sedai.
Shields of air protected some. Others burned from my lightning.
There was no going back now.
"Callandor!!" A dreadlord screamed. A bolt of super white flames
streaked towards him. Damned, my spies didnt pick up the presence
of Callandor. Taking in more saidin, I forcefully built up a shield in
front of my dreadlords. The balefire will hit the shield first and
hopefully, my losses would be slight.
Surveying the physical battle, things are not looking well for the
trollocs. The initial rush had brought several losses to the Alliance
troops but their fortification was better than my spies had seen.
"Send in the second wave!" I ordered. The momentum must not be
lost!
The second wave of trollocs raced to the frontline like freed animals,
cutting down anything in their paths. Burning brimstones and lightning
cut into their ranks. The Aes Sedai were managing better than I had
expected.
"Burn them!!" I shouted as the dreadlords drew in using the angreals
given to them and blasted a wall of flames and lightning into the
Alliance ranks.
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The battle had now raged on for more than 5 hours. Dawn was
approaching. The physical battle between the trollocs and the human
foot soldiers and knights were just a distraction to the main battle - the
one between Aes Sedai and dreadlords. My dreadlords were now
near total exhaustion but there was no stopping. The Aes Sedai had
the use of the Callandor. That enough could have brought the odds
against us. But I was not known as a master tactician for nothing. The
odds remains the same, balanced on a sharp knife edge. Any
mistake would have grave consequences.
"Sir, the enemy is retreating. They are going into the second line of
fortifications!"
"Do not chase!" I said, using saidin to carry my booming voice to the
frontline where the trollocs were. They would know the consequences
for disobeying my orders.
"Till we meet again, Fallen Prince..." A booming voice reached my
ears.
"Yes! till we meet again... soon" I said, letting the voice be carried
over. "For I am the Fallen Prince, Champion of the Chosen, servant of
the Great Lord and master of the dreadlords!!"
rhu