Delemental
First Post
Pride of Lions
The storm had passed, but it was three more days before the children were allowed to return to Grandfather’s hut, as everyone was put to work cleaning up the thick mud that had flowed into homes, and repairing leaky roofs. The ground was still soft in many places as the children collected in front of the porch, several of them sporting dirt-caked feet and hands.
Grandfather already had the scroll in hand as he shuffled out the door, its ornate case left inside. “I thought today would be a day for a little more excitement,” he announced, unfurling the scroll as he sat down. “A story about battle, and betrayal, and standing against impossible odds. How does that sound to you?”
Several cheers went up, mostly from the boys. Grandfather flashed a grin full of large teeth, then turned his attention to the scroll.
“Our story begins,” he intoned, “far from here, in the lands where North meets East…”
There are many maps in Creation. Some are old, others new. Some are very meticulous, inked with care by master artisans, while others are little more than charcoal scratches on torn parchment. Some show places that are not mentioned on others, whether by virtue of ignorance or deliberate concealment. This is an accepted truth of living in Creation – no one map can chart such a vast land.
Among these many maps, a scholar could find some detailing the area of rolling plains that lay between the River of Tears and the Silver River. Some of those maps might show a small mark to the north and west of Rubylak, showing the label of ‘Kryptos’. But on other, more recent maps, this mark does not appear. But the city did exist, once, not so long ago. This is a tale of both a city and a man, and how both rose from destruction into rebirth.
While it lived, Kryptos was remarkable in the affairs of Creation for one reason – the Lion’s Pride. The Pride was a mounted mercenary company, with a reputation that extended far beyond their corner of the world. They were noted for their loyalty to a contract, and their unwillingness to abandon those who had paid for their services, even under the direst of circumstances. Their loyalty was so admired that their presence had averted wars – not because of their prowess in battle, which was considerable, but because the opposing generals were loath to send such noble warriors to their deaths.
The Lion’s Pride was led for many years by Jon-Dar, a seasoned veteran of many campaigns. He had raised his eldest son, Kaliel, to take his place once he chose to retire. But Fate chose a different path for Jon-Dar and his clan. The leader of the Pride was caught in an ambush, along with his wife and his younger sons, and none survived. Thus leadership of the Pride was thrust upon a grief-stricken Kaliel, who was also faced with the responsibility of caring for his young sisters. Despite adversity, Kaliel rose to the challenge, assuming the title of Captain and leading the Pride wisely and well.
It came to pass that the Lion’s Pride were hired by a warlord to the south, who had ambitions against the Confederation of Rivers. It was no great secret that the Realm was supporting this warlord’s plans, and the jade talents that were sent to Kryptos bore the Imperial seal, but this was of no great concern to Kaliel. The contract was clear, as was their duty.
The campaign went on for some months, and as time passed Kaliel realized that his losses were growing. Their forces were being outmaneuvered and driven back, and even worse, word had come that reinforcements were being sent from Lookshy to back up the local Confederation garrisons. Though he had no intention of abandoning his contract, he did feel a sense of relief when the orders came down that they were to withdraw back to the warlord’s lands.
They were ordered to ride in support of a column of the warlord’s own infantry as they moved through the mountains that separated the warlord from the rest of the Confederation. It was supposed to be simple, but Kaliel knew that nothing in war was simple. Sure enough, his outriders reported that the enemy had outflanked them, and were waiting in the pass. Kaliel met with his commanders in his tent that night.
“I do not like how this is playing out,” said Sergeant Brusk, his second in command. “This conflict feels as though it was destined for failure. If the infantry cannot make it through the pass, the reinforcements from Lookshy will arrive and we will be annihilated.”
“I am aware of the gravity of the situation,” Kaliel replied. “But we have no choice. Those reinforcements are only hours away.” He looked about the table, and frowned. “Strike camp. We move in a candle-mark.”
Kaliel listened to orders being shouted outside, his heart heavy. At first he has assumed that the opposing general from the Confederation was a Dragon-Blood, and had outmaneuvered the Pride simply due to his superior tactical knowledge and power. But suspicion had been growing in him of late that the enemy’s ability to anticipate him was not due to Terrestrial magic, but simple base treachery. Someone in the warlord’s army, perhaps.
The army was ready to move by dawn. They came into the pass, and the Lion’s Pride surged forward, hoping to break through the blockade. The tactic was a success, and the calvary pushed through, forming a passage through which the warlord’s infantry could pass. Suddenly, Kaliel heard a shout.
“We are betrayed!”
Kaliel wheeled his horse. He saw some of his own cavalry move into the gap they had created, and form a line holding back the infantry. Each of them bore a length of colored ribbon around their arm, which had not been there before.
Rage filled Kaliel’s heart. Betrayal! From his own people! To dishonor him, and to betray those they had vowed to serve… they would pay in blood!”
“LION’S PRIDE!” he roared. “We will open the way! To the very Gates of the Underworld! CHARGE!!”
His horse galloped back into the gap – and for Kaliel, time stopped. All he could feel was the warmth of the sun on his face, and the approval it carried. He basked in the rays of the sun as hours seemed to pass. He blinked…
“KALIEL!” shouted Sergeant Brusk. “The army is through! Come!”
Kaliel looked around. Arrayed about him were the bodies of dozens, blood staining the ground everywhere he looked. His bloody axe was in his hands, the edge having grown so dull from heavy use that it was little more than a large bludgeon. He realized that he had held the pass alone, and on foot.
Slowly, he walked to his horse and gathered the reins. He mounted and rode with his sergeant out of the pass.
It was described to him later. How he stood in the pass, and he killed, and he killed. How he was surrounded by light, and finally by a shower of golden chrysanthemums.
The Pride was broken. Most of the mercenaries left rather than fight under the command of an Anathema. Only those soldiers who had been born and raised in Kryptos stood by his side. Their contract completed, Kaliel gathered what forces he had left, and began the long journey home.
But they arrived to a city that was no more.
In their absence, an army from the House Tepet Legions had arrived at the garrison of the Lion’s Pride, and attempted to commandeer supplies. When they met with resistance, the entire town was put to the torch. Their sorcerers had even managed to bind and destroy the local wilderness god, who was in charge of the herds of mammoth and caribou that provided the town with sustenance. Those who had not been slain had been dragged away in chains, including Kaliel’s sisters, Kassandra and Kalliope. Did the Tepet Legions choose that time to arrive, knowing that the Pride was many thousands of miles away? Had the warlord’s provocation of the Confederation of Rivers been engineered to provide the Empire justification for eliminating a potential rival in the region? None can say for certain.
Kaliel turned his knowledge of leading armies to marshaling the populace to rebuild. The people willingly followed his lead, and in his honor renamed the town Chrysanthemum, after the golden flowers that manifested in Kaliel’s aura. His remaining soldiers christened themselves the Chrysanthemum Knights, and Kaliel became known as the Auric Lion. Respect and awe soon turned to worship, and Kaliel was able to use the power given him by their devotion to speed the rebuilding of the city and to help restore the natural balance that had been destroyed by the death of the local spirit. Soon, he vowed to himself, when his city was secure again, he would have his vengeance.
The storm had passed, but it was three more days before the children were allowed to return to Grandfather’s hut, as everyone was put to work cleaning up the thick mud that had flowed into homes, and repairing leaky roofs. The ground was still soft in many places as the children collected in front of the porch, several of them sporting dirt-caked feet and hands.
Grandfather already had the scroll in hand as he shuffled out the door, its ornate case left inside. “I thought today would be a day for a little more excitement,” he announced, unfurling the scroll as he sat down. “A story about battle, and betrayal, and standing against impossible odds. How does that sound to you?”
Several cheers went up, mostly from the boys. Grandfather flashed a grin full of large teeth, then turned his attention to the scroll.
“Our story begins,” he intoned, “far from here, in the lands where North meets East…”
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There are many maps in Creation. Some are old, others new. Some are very meticulous, inked with care by master artisans, while others are little more than charcoal scratches on torn parchment. Some show places that are not mentioned on others, whether by virtue of ignorance or deliberate concealment. This is an accepted truth of living in Creation – no one map can chart such a vast land.
Among these many maps, a scholar could find some detailing the area of rolling plains that lay between the River of Tears and the Silver River. Some of those maps might show a small mark to the north and west of Rubylak, showing the label of ‘Kryptos’. But on other, more recent maps, this mark does not appear. But the city did exist, once, not so long ago. This is a tale of both a city and a man, and how both rose from destruction into rebirth.
While it lived, Kryptos was remarkable in the affairs of Creation for one reason – the Lion’s Pride. The Pride was a mounted mercenary company, with a reputation that extended far beyond their corner of the world. They were noted for their loyalty to a contract, and their unwillingness to abandon those who had paid for their services, even under the direst of circumstances. Their loyalty was so admired that their presence had averted wars – not because of their prowess in battle, which was considerable, but because the opposing generals were loath to send such noble warriors to their deaths.
The Lion’s Pride was led for many years by Jon-Dar, a seasoned veteran of many campaigns. He had raised his eldest son, Kaliel, to take his place once he chose to retire. But Fate chose a different path for Jon-Dar and his clan. The leader of the Pride was caught in an ambush, along with his wife and his younger sons, and none survived. Thus leadership of the Pride was thrust upon a grief-stricken Kaliel, who was also faced with the responsibility of caring for his young sisters. Despite adversity, Kaliel rose to the challenge, assuming the title of Captain and leading the Pride wisely and well.
It came to pass that the Lion’s Pride were hired by a warlord to the south, who had ambitions against the Confederation of Rivers. It was no great secret that the Realm was supporting this warlord’s plans, and the jade talents that were sent to Kryptos bore the Imperial seal, but this was of no great concern to Kaliel. The contract was clear, as was their duty.
The campaign went on for some months, and as time passed Kaliel realized that his losses were growing. Their forces were being outmaneuvered and driven back, and even worse, word had come that reinforcements were being sent from Lookshy to back up the local Confederation garrisons. Though he had no intention of abandoning his contract, he did feel a sense of relief when the orders came down that they were to withdraw back to the warlord’s lands.
They were ordered to ride in support of a column of the warlord’s own infantry as they moved through the mountains that separated the warlord from the rest of the Confederation. It was supposed to be simple, but Kaliel knew that nothing in war was simple. Sure enough, his outriders reported that the enemy had outflanked them, and were waiting in the pass. Kaliel met with his commanders in his tent that night.
“I do not like how this is playing out,” said Sergeant Brusk, his second in command. “This conflict feels as though it was destined for failure. If the infantry cannot make it through the pass, the reinforcements from Lookshy will arrive and we will be annihilated.”
“I am aware of the gravity of the situation,” Kaliel replied. “But we have no choice. Those reinforcements are only hours away.” He looked about the table, and frowned. “Strike camp. We move in a candle-mark.”
Kaliel listened to orders being shouted outside, his heart heavy. At first he has assumed that the opposing general from the Confederation was a Dragon-Blood, and had outmaneuvered the Pride simply due to his superior tactical knowledge and power. But suspicion had been growing in him of late that the enemy’s ability to anticipate him was not due to Terrestrial magic, but simple base treachery. Someone in the warlord’s army, perhaps.
The army was ready to move by dawn. They came into the pass, and the Lion’s Pride surged forward, hoping to break through the blockade. The tactic was a success, and the calvary pushed through, forming a passage through which the warlord’s infantry could pass. Suddenly, Kaliel heard a shout.
“We are betrayed!”
Kaliel wheeled his horse. He saw some of his own cavalry move into the gap they had created, and form a line holding back the infantry. Each of them bore a length of colored ribbon around their arm, which had not been there before.
Rage filled Kaliel’s heart. Betrayal! From his own people! To dishonor him, and to betray those they had vowed to serve… they would pay in blood!”
“LION’S PRIDE!” he roared. “We will open the way! To the very Gates of the Underworld! CHARGE!!”
His horse galloped back into the gap – and for Kaliel, time stopped. All he could feel was the warmth of the sun on his face, and the approval it carried. He basked in the rays of the sun as hours seemed to pass. He blinked…
“KALIEL!” shouted Sergeant Brusk. “The army is through! Come!”
Kaliel looked around. Arrayed about him were the bodies of dozens, blood staining the ground everywhere he looked. His bloody axe was in his hands, the edge having grown so dull from heavy use that it was little more than a large bludgeon. He realized that he had held the pass alone, and on foot.
Slowly, he walked to his horse and gathered the reins. He mounted and rode with his sergeant out of the pass.
It was described to him later. How he stood in the pass, and he killed, and he killed. How he was surrounded by light, and finally by a shower of golden chrysanthemums.
The Pride was broken. Most of the mercenaries left rather than fight under the command of an Anathema. Only those soldiers who had been born and raised in Kryptos stood by his side. Their contract completed, Kaliel gathered what forces he had left, and began the long journey home.
But they arrived to a city that was no more.
In their absence, an army from the House Tepet Legions had arrived at the garrison of the Lion’s Pride, and attempted to commandeer supplies. When they met with resistance, the entire town was put to the torch. Their sorcerers had even managed to bind and destroy the local wilderness god, who was in charge of the herds of mammoth and caribou that provided the town with sustenance. Those who had not been slain had been dragged away in chains, including Kaliel’s sisters, Kassandra and Kalliope. Did the Tepet Legions choose that time to arrive, knowing that the Pride was many thousands of miles away? Had the warlord’s provocation of the Confederation of Rivers been engineered to provide the Empire justification for eliminating a potential rival in the region? None can say for certain.
Kaliel turned his knowledge of leading armies to marshaling the populace to rebuild. The people willingly followed his lead, and in his honor renamed the town Chrysanthemum, after the golden flowers that manifested in Kaliel’s aura. His remaining soldiers christened themselves the Chrysanthemum Knights, and Kaliel became known as the Auric Lion. Respect and awe soon turned to worship, and Kaliel was able to use the power given him by their devotion to speed the rebuilding of the city and to help restore the natural balance that had been destroyed by the death of the local spirit. Soon, he vowed to himself, when his city was secure again, he would have his vengeance.