Chapter 11
Inspired to Fight
After about a mile, the now team of eight, arrived at where Jasorick's army had set up camp. He ordered Alina and Waric to go tend to the wounded in the medic tent, since Waric was a mage and Alina was a potions mistress, and ordered Artix and Rolith to go guard the perimeter, since Artix was a paladin and Rolith was one of King Alteon's champions.
Instead, they stopped to stare at him but Jasorick noticed this "Ok, you can quit tip-toeing around me. He's dead, but he saved us, so we'll make sure he didn't die for nothing" Artix understood this but he argued about his orders
"But Jasorick, we need to comfort you since he has"
"It's not negotiable people, move out" so Artix, Rolith, Alina and Waric went off to do as they were ordered.
They walked in further into the camp, and walked into a tent, which had Jasorick's name on it. They stepped inside and found Gravelyn, Sir Render and Kyi-Mar, Guythax's friend and Jasorick's old rival.
When they were training, Kyi always used to compete with Jasorick to try and beat the master's score in sword practice, which Jasorick always did with ease. He once did, and got a higher score than Jasorick. From then on, the rivalry was born.
They all welcomed him but Kyi-Mar knew something wasn't right, and so did everyone else "Hey, where's Artix, Rolith, Alina, Waric and Guythax?" said Sir Render
"Artix and Rolith are patrolling the area and Alina and Waric are in med-bay. Guy…Guy didn't make it" after this the three's reactions were absolute shock
"Oh, oh hell no" said Gravelyn to herself
"Somebody's gonna pay. Somebody's gonna flaming pay!" shouted Kyi in anger and a thirst for vengeance
"Hey, he got us this far, lets finish it!" said Jasorick in a vengeful tone.
Next evening, Jasorick's army was ready to move out. He had done something that no one else had done before. He had united nearly all the forces of good and evil and assembled the largest force in Lore history.
It was time for another speech from Jasorick, but he was nervous and couldn't think of a speech, he just stayed inside his tent, sitting down on his sleeping area. Gravelyn entered his tent and sat next to him "Nerves again?"
"Yeah, I just can't think of what to say and…well, I know there will be casualties. I just don't know how many" explained Jasorick in a quiet and worried voice
"There's no reason to be worried, we will do this. And, whatever it takes..., I'm here. We shall avenge your family and Guythax. I know you will fight your heart out for them and for me too. I love you Jasorick" she then turned his head to face her's, then she kissed him "I love you, and no one will change that" this did make Jasorick slightly happy and also gave him some inspiration on a speech
"Thanks Gravelyn I...I love you, just be careful ok?"
"Hey you too Dumbo, don't get yourself killed. Because when this is over, I want something to come back to. Can you promise me that?" Jasorick sighed and murmured
"Ok, I'll try. Time to deliver my speech!" He then walked out of the tent with Gravelyn and over to the centre point of camp, where they had erected a speech podium, and this was his speech:
"My men. We are about to March onto our enemy's territory. Now I know some of you will not come back alive, but what I ask you now will be the very thing that would keep the truce alive. We are not servants. We are not to be messed with. We are alive, and we will fight for everything we believe in!"
"May God have mercy upon our enemy, because we shall not! We shall destroy our enemy until every last stinking one of them is no longer in existence! He tried to take the one I love and cause the whole world to go into Chaos's control but I tell you, when the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. But, until then. We must wage war against our enemy!"
"I firmly believe that any man or woman's finest hour, the greatest fulfilment of all that he or she holds dear, is that moment when he or she has worked his or her heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle – victorious! Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms!"
"We have experienced heavy burdens along this journey; let us make sure that it is those that we fight for! Now let us go forward and tell him that we shall not surrender until either we all fall or he does. We shall never! Surrender!"
Everyone's energy in the camp just rose. To them, this was his most powerful and inspiring speech. They were all cheering and shouting the battle-cry "Long Prevail the Truce of Good & Evil!"
This was it, Jasorick was ready, and everyone else was ready. But now, fighting alongside Jasorick was none other than Gravelyn, herself. She had a doomhorse specially made for her by a necromancer they had picked up along the way and was fighting for them. It was a black horse and, instead of hair, it had purple flames for its tail and on its neck. She had custom doomknight armour attached to it with a devil-horned helmet and horned armour, all over. She named it, Darseaus the Darkness. And then, onward they charged towards the fortress.
