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Description

For Cavalry training camp .
Class: Light Cavalry
Horse: Elgar (fire form activated)

Rider:

Príbeh (SK):
Wound that never healed.Vietor sa preháňal po poliach a on opäť pocítil nepríjemné svrbenie v pravom ramene, na mieste, kde ho pred rokmi zasiahla rana démona Daexahra, ktorá mu takmer utrhla ruku. Rana sa zahojila, no zanechala po sebe jazvu v tvare blesku, vďaka ktorej si vyslúžil svoju prezývku. Nikdy mu nebolo jasné, či ju má brať ako urážku alebo obdiv.
***
„To máme ale pekný deň,“ poznamenal sused farmár.
Erlend len prikývol, pokračujúc vo vytrhávaní poslednej mrkvy zo suchej zeme. Život sedliaka bol drsný, no vzal to ako výzvu, napokon kto by v dobe mieru potreboval vojaka?
„Chystáš sa na trh?“ opýtal sa muž, stále stojaci nad ním sledujúc ako zbiera chudobnú úrodu.
„Možno neskôr,“ odpovedal.
„Škoda, dúfal som v n

Story (EN) once again long and full of errors, enjoy! :

Wind was howling and once again he felt unpleasant itching in his right shoulder, in the place where before years he got struck by demon Deaxahr, which almost torn his arm off. The wound has healed, leaving lighting like scar, which gave him his nickname. He wasn't sure if it's insult or admiration. After that he retired from army.
***

"Nice day we have," noted fellow farmer.
Erlend just nodded and continued in his work, taking last of the carrots from the dry ground. Life of a farmer was harsh, but he took it as challenge, after all, in the time of peace, who would a warrior?
"Are ya headin' to market?" asked man, which was still standing above him as he gathered his poor crop.
He straightened, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Later maybe," he answered.
"Shame, I was hopin' for some company," sighed farmer.
Erlend didn't reacted, instead he gathered carrots to basket.
"Go ahead Nob, I'll catch with you," he said before leaving into his small house. The farmer gave him wide smile and went the road to the market in nearby town.

***

The pure black stallion raised its ears as he heard distant whistle. He quickly went to gallop the way from which the sound came. "Hello buddy, have you got nice stroll?" asked Erlend softly, rubbing stallion's head. The horse was pureblood Farrosian, only heritage which he has left after manor of his parents got destroyed by group of demons. That day he saw his family for last time. He saved his life many time, and even in hardest time Erlend didn't thought of selling him. He tacked him up, hung bags with crop behind saddle and went the same road as farmer Nob. He caught up with him in short time.
"Wasn't it I know your blackie I would be shit scared," laughed farmer. "He lookin' like demon, even run as fast."
Stallion snorted loudly in disapproval. Erlend smiled and patted his neck.
They reached town in one hour and head straight to the market. Erlend left Nob his goods, he was better at selling them and got small extra for doing so. Elgar quickly found its way to water and pushed all other horses aside giving them threatening look. "Be nice boy, I'll look around town," said Erlend to stallion, leaving him by watering place.
***

"I'm telling you truth, I saw it, black as coal, it catches my prey before I could draw my bow... what did I do? What do you think? I ran for my life!" said huntsman to his companions loud enough for whole tavern to hear him. "You've seen shit, booze got you in the head!" yelled someone. 'Fuck you all! I know what I've seen!" stood huntsman but other only laughed.

***

"Sold something?" asked Erlend after returning to farmer. It was already late, the sun was about to set. "Sure I did!" smiled Nob showing his few teeth’s and handing small pouch to Erlend. "Thanks!" said man returning him few coppers. Nob happily accepted them. They went back to their small village. "See you tomorrow," waved Nob as their parted, Erlend waved him back, leading Elgar to field beyond his small hut. "See you tomorrow buddy," he untacked horse, brushed him with straw and released him into night.

***

Screams awaked him, he jumped from the bed, reaching under it and taking something wrapped in the rags. He heard terrible shrieks, and his hair stood on tips. They were close, just behind the door. Dark silhouettes appeared behind dull glass of window. The doors broke with loud crash and shadows flew thru them. He was quick, unsheathing his sword engraved with fiery red runes, he cut at the first beast leaving flaming wound across it's chest, then jumped aside, ugly head went flying up. A beam of blue light came from outside together with wild neighing. Demon shrieks unbearable, almost blinding, but he didn't hesitate, cut another two monsters in his path and jumped outside. Elgar rearing burning with blue and black flames stood before him, surrounded by screaming shadows. They screamed of fear, he knew, he hears those scream countless times before. "Elgar," his voice resonated thru darkness. "Burn them!" The blinding light came from stallion, setting aflame every shadow near him. They vanished in horrible shriek.

***

"That was the last," he said with sad voice, looking at the line of graves. The bloody red sunset shone above them.

***

"What did you say? What's his name? Erlend Creagach? Stormscar?" captain jumped from his chair.
"Yes, sir," confirmed recruit.
Captain almost knocked him over when he went running out of canvas tent.
"Gods spare me! It is Stormscar!" he yelled smiling hugging Erlend.
"Easy old man," Erlend smiled in return.
"What brings you here? Come inside," he leads him inside.
"Nothing pleasant," he said short, accepting chair which captain offered him.
"Speak then," Captain said with serious face looking at Erlends worried face.
"Four days ago, the village where I was lived got attacked by group of demons, they killed everyone... well, except me," he said. "What's this about Rolfe, I thought you've finished every last of them!" he looked at capain with rage.
"We did, but they are like rabbits, fucking in their holes until there is so much of them they don't fit there anymore, and we don't know where those holes are, to smoke them out," Captain defended himself.
"Bullshit! With all those mages, trackers and gods know what else, how can be this impossible?" he doesn't convinced him.
"I'm sorry about what happen, I really am, but I'm just a lowly officer, I don't know anything about mages and their strategies," said Rolfe shrugging his shoulders.
"Unbelievable," sighed Erlend in disbelief.
Captain was silent, looking down at his boots.
"Currently there's a small mobilization, we're looking for man who know how to fight, a large group of demons is heading our way, that was said, we could use you help," said Rolfe after a while raising his head. His eyes met with Erlends cold gaze.
"The war is over for me," he stated.
"I know, but this will be just a small battle, you have retired before the war ended, did you get anything from it?" asked captain.
"Other than my nickname? No I didn't get anything I was lucky not be hanged as deserter," he looked away.
"This is your chance, your comeback to world of living, don't you see it?"
Captain looked at his worried expression. "What's the problem?" he asked calmly.
"The thing is Rolfe, I'm not sure if I can be of any use to the army, after my meeting with Deaxahr.... I can barely hold my sword properly," he admitted.
Another long silence, both man looking nowhere.
"It's worth a try, you will begin as novice, it might hurt your pride, but what's that thing good for anyway. We'll give you some other name, I bet no one will recognize you after those years, you don't have to be hero, just stay with us until battle is over and earn something, you deserve it,'' tell the captain. "So what do you think? Are you in?"
Erlend looked officer in the eye.
"So be it," he accepted.

Description

For Cavalry training camp .
Class: Light Cavalry
Horse: Elgar (fire form activated)

Rider:

Príbeh (SK):
Wound that never healed.Vietor sa preháňal po poliach a on opäť pocítil nepríjemné svrbenie v pravom ramene, na mieste, kde ho pred rokmi zasiahla rana démona Daexahra, ktorá mu takmer utrhla ruku. Rana sa zahojila, no zanechala po sebe jazvu v tvare blesku, vďaka ktorej si vyslúžil svoju prezývku. Nikdy mu nebolo jasné, či ju má brať ako urážku alebo obdiv.
***
„To máme ale pekný deň,“ poznamenal sused farmár.
Erlend len prikývol, pokračujúc vo vytrhávaní poslednej mrkvy zo suchej zeme. Život sedliaka bol drsný, no vzal to ako výzvu, napokon kto by v dobe mieru potreboval vojaka?
„Chystáš sa na trh?“ opýtal sa muž, stále stojaci nad ním sledujúc ako zbiera chudobnú úrodu.
„Možno neskôr,“ odpovedal.
„Škoda, dúfal som v n

Story (EN) once again long and full of errors, enjoy! :

Wind was howling and once again he felt unpleasant itching in his right shoulder, in the place where before years he got struck by demon Deaxahr, which almost torn his arm off. The wound has healed, leaving lighting like scar, which gave him his nickname. He wasn't sure if it's insult or admiration. After that he retired from army.
***

"Nice day we have," noted fellow farmer.
Erlend just nodded and continued in his work, taking last of the carrots from the dry ground. Life of a farmer was harsh, but he took it as challenge, after all, in the time of peace, who would a warrior?
"Are ya headin' to market?" asked man, which was still standing above him as he gathered his poor crop.
He straightened, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Later maybe," he answered.
"Shame, I was hopin' for some company," sighed farmer.
Erlend didn't reacted, instead he gathered carrots to basket.
"Go ahead Nob, I'll catch with you," he said before leaving into his small house. The farmer gave him wide smile and went the road to the market in nearby town.

***

The pure black stallion raised its ears as he heard distant whistle. He quickly went to gallop the way from which the sound came. "Hello buddy, have you got nice stroll?" asked Erlend softly, rubbing stallion's head. The horse was pureblood Farrosian, only heritage which he has left after manor of his parents got destroyed by group of demons. That day he saw his family for last time. He saved his life many time, and even in hardest time Erlend didn't thought of selling him. He tacked him up, hung bags with crop behind saddle and went the same road as farmer Nob. He caught up with him in short time.
"Wasn't it I know your blackie I would be shit scared," laughed farmer. "He lookin' like demon, even run as fast."
Stallion snorted loudly in disapproval. Erlend smiled and patted his neck.
They reached town in one hour and head straight to the market. Erlend left Nob his goods, he was better at selling them and got small extra for doing so. Elgar quickly found its way to water and pushed all other horses aside giving them threatening look. "Be nice boy, I'll look around town," said Erlend to stallion, leaving him by watering place.
***

"I'm telling you truth, I saw it, black as coal, it catches my prey before I could draw my bow... what did I do? What do you think? I ran for my life!" said huntsman to his companions loud enough for whole tavern to hear him. "You've seen shit, booze got you in the head!" yelled someone. 'Fuck you all! I know what I've seen!" stood huntsman but other only laughed.

***

"Sold something?" asked Erlend after returning to farmer. It was already late, the sun was about to set. "Sure I did!" smiled Nob showing his few teeth’s and handing small pouch to Erlend. "Thanks!" said man returning him few coppers. Nob happily accepted them. They went back to their small village. "See you tomorrow," waved Nob as their parted, Erlend waved him back, leading Elgar to field beyond his small hut. "See you tomorrow buddy," he untacked horse, brushed him with straw and released him into night.

***

Screams awaked him, he jumped from the bed, reaching under it and taking something wrapped in the rags. He heard terrible shrieks, and his hair stood on tips. They were close, just behind the door. Dark silhouettes appeared behind dull glass of window. The doors broke with loud crash and shadows flew thru them. He was quick, unsheathing his sword engraved with fiery red runes, he cut at the first beast leaving flaming wound across it's chest, then jumped aside, ugly head went flying up. A beam of blue light came from outside together with wild neighing. Demon shrieks unbearable, almost blinding, but he didn't hesitate, cut another two monsters in his path and jumped outside. Elgar rearing burning with blue and black flames stood before him, surrounded by screaming shadows. They screamed of fear, he knew, he hears those scream countless times before. "Elgar," his voice resonated thru darkness. "Burn them!" The blinding light came from stallion, setting aflame every shadow near him. They vanished in horrible shriek.

***

"That was the last," he said with sad voice, looking at the line of graves. The bloody red sunset shone above them.

***

"What did you say? What's his name? Erlend Creagach? Stormscar?" captain jumped from his chair.
"Yes, sir," confirmed recruit.
Captain almost knocked him over when he went running out of canvas tent.
"Gods spare me! It is Stormscar!" he yelled smiling hugging Erlend.
"Easy old man," Erlend smiled in return.
"What brings you here? Come inside," he leads him inside.
"Nothing pleasant," he said short, accepting chair which captain offered him.
"Speak then," Captain said with serious face looking at Erlends worried face.
"Four days ago, the village where I was lived got attacked by group of demons, they killed everyone... well, except me," he said. "What's this about Rolfe, I thought you've finished every last of them!" he looked at capain with rage.
"We did, but they are like rabbits, fucking in their holes until there is so much of them they don't fit there anymore, and we don't know where those holes are, to smoke them out," Captain defended himself.
"Bullshit! With all those mages, trackers and gods know what else, how can be this impossible?" he doesn't convinced him.
"I'm sorry about what happen, I really am, but I'm just a lowly officer, I don't know anything about mages and their strategies," said Rolfe shrugging his shoulders.
"Unbelievable," sighed Erlend in disbelief.
Captain was silent, looking down at his boots.
"Currently there's a small mobilization, we're looking for man who know how to fight, a large group of demons is heading our way, that was said, we could use you help," said Rolfe after a while raising his head. His eyes met with Erlends cold gaze.
"The war is over for me," he stated.
"I know, but this will be just a small battle, you have retired before the war ended, did you get anything from it?" asked captain.
"Other than my nickname? No I didn't get anything I was lucky not be hanged as deserter," he looked away.
"This is your chance, your comeback to world of living, don't you see it?"
Captain looked at his worried expression. "What's the problem?" he asked calmly.
"The thing is Rolfe, I'm not sure if I can be of any use to the army, after my meeting with Deaxahr.... I can barely hold my sword properly," he admitted.
Another long silence, both man looking nowhere.
"It's worth a try, you will begin as novice, it might hurt your pride, but what's that thing good for anyway. We'll give you some other name, I bet no one will recognize you after those years, you don't have to be hero, just stay with us until battle is over and earn something, you deserve it,'' tell the captain. "So what do you think? Are you in?"
Erlend looked officer in the eye.
"So be it," he accepted.