A sea of banners floated on the morning wind, from the coats of arms of the houses of northern degoland, as the Army of the Duke of Doornik marched on the edges of the Kardel, near the ruins of the elven city of Kar'endel'iel, more commonly called Karendal, saw approaching fury of warfare and battle as the du Doorniik family squabbles made themselves known to the world:

The Duke of Doornik, retainer of the King of the Sargos-Degoland Union, was going to face in battle the forces of his bastard half orc grandson, an orc mercenary which had come to be a General of the reunified Dark Legion of Demons... as Matilda Grunsvella stood atop the partially rebuilt watchtower on the highest point of the ruins behind her Orcish Master.

"HEY! Delgem!" a voice called. "What are you doing? Your father get to even bet your battle horse, that you are infantry?!"

Sir Silas turned to the rider, and while he already had his helmet, he recogniced the heraldry: Sir Wipplegem: an old friend of the university, of drinking and gambling.

"Sir Ruffian" Sir Silas said "My father still hadn't gambled my horse, my good sir! But being a knight doesn't mean that one shouldn't know how to use his own legs! Or are you too drunk to try to stand with them?"

"It was only a morning cup to wake up" sir Wipplegem said. He reeked of cheap wine. "And what a day to wake up! Today we crush the Abomination! It was time to inflict the first significative defeat on these demon worshippers!"

"I don't know" Silas said as he get closer to where he has left his Charger, a heavy battle horse. "I wouldn't be selling the hide of the deer before hunting it."

"Bah. So far the demons and their lacays had only faced dispersed resistence, and before they faced the Roccasone. Pathethic wretches, the Roccasone. Too used to be slavers rather than warriors: they even had women warriors, because men where so wea that they needed the help of their ladies!"

No use to point out, they where going to gather in principle as well with some of these "women warriors", Battle Nuns of the Order of Saint Creöle, if it wasn't because their column was defeated beforehand: now many told themselves, they really didn't needed some women in the battlelines anyway.

"And speaking of ladies" Wipplegem added. "Surely that orcish army of the Abomination is filled with these ozcuras orcs... have you heard some stories of them, no?"

"Some stories I have heard" Silas said, as he mounted his charger, putting on his helmet.

"Then you know what I mean, if I say, we should forgive a couple of them if we capture them in the battlefield! Because you well know, nights are still quite cold in the Kardel Woods!" Wipplegem said laughing....

However, the stories in the mind of Sir Silas were more than the stories of the sexual appetites of the grey orcs, the stories of their raids and depredations...

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What can a half breed and his band of rag tagged mercenaries do against the best Knights of northern Degoland, right? : D ?

Silas of Delgem - 1

Silas of Delgem is a character of Walt-Marsters. Du Doornik and the city of Doornik are from theirishdreamer.
They are set in the World of Aiers.

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