This was a suicide mission. Kenna marched along with a small band of Barbarians Northward. Barbardun was in sight, the former capital of the Barbarians. Now it flew Imperial banners. It's walls were partially repaired with scaffolding set up along the inside and outside. In the distance she could see the walkways crumbling as the Imperials knew they were coming. It was a suicide mission.
They were vastly outnumbered. Utter suicide. The enemy had walls. Just pure suicide. Around her the Barbarians looked grim, they whispered prayers while striking their shields walking over the rolling plains. There was no hope for this small force to make it. But upon a nearby tree it still stood there, watching. Te spirit, it pointed towards Barbardun just as it had led Kenna all this way. Others looked up to it and appeared to be filled with passion. Sour and worried faces turned to gritted teeth and hollers of war.
Things then took a turn. The Imperials probably shit themselves as they watched. From the West they came, easily spotted just over the horizon. Led by Queen Hjemgylda, an entire army of Jotunn. Trees simply dropped at their touch as the giants continued their march. Even with their help, this would be a terrible assault with gruesome casualties. The Jotunn could not alone take Barbardun, their small band of Barbarians would never make it.
But the very clouds in the skies parted. Through they let both sun shine upon the Barbarians as well as reveal another threat to the Empire. Riding atop giant ravens were the Elves of the Western Wilds. They had amassed in great numbers and were led by the Rage Queen, Elgwyneth. Beneath them horns sounded revealing yet another force. A huge horde of Barbarians rushing across the fields with a detachment of cavalry riding ahead of them. Kenna knew the blaring horns, they were of Big Bastard's warriors. That was four entire armies now coming. But still the spirit pointed North, its intensitygrowing.
Then came the trumpets of the Empire. Their music could be heard far and wide as they fielded an army far greater in number than the Barbarians. Things still looked rather worrisome, until from the North East of the woods came charging the final Barbarian army. Even at this distance the old warrior could be spotted wearing his crown, leading his forces. Iskarl the One-Eye. The spirits had not lied. This entire time they had been forging a mighty army to retake Barbardun. As for Kenna, those around her continued to march steadily towards the walls with axes ready. The lines would soon clash, a sea of Imperial legionnaires waited to meet them. It was going to get bloody.
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