A solemn shroud had swept the land as heavy and cold as the snow that gripped are flesh tightly, for we who had walked alongside are merciless masters, who bade all in their wake may live and die, We who lead had taught our brothers and sisters that there are forces in the world beyond ours that we could not change. For we who had trained since the moment life was breathed into our vessels that life was ever coveted by death and it is this union that we must not turn away. We held our spears and strung our arrows that fed us, crafted from the bones of our dead, the kin trees that stood in a new life to honor those who fed its roots and gave life to our land and serve as a reminder to our living that even in death life can flourish and regardless if one is living or not, the land will be respected not of fear or doubt for there could be no argument, on this day  every man, woman and child chanting the names carved on their arrows and spears we stood unified beyond the bonds of our teachings and oaths we held the hands of the spirits of our ancestors and the land that kept them for the spears that fed us and nurtured the living and crafted from the dead would be the spears that defended the motherland in her place. [color=coral]"This was the time where our poets would stop singing, lay to rest the might of the pen and instead take up the sword, are days would be our nights and in the absence of the light from the glorious sun we would turn and bare witness to a scorching heat, a consuming fire and light that blinded those unprepared, in the absence of our sun we followed the purifying light of our people and we beheld red horses and those upon them had power to take peace from the earth with spear and bow and bloodied blades we would strike!" [/color] We recall are foe well for though he and his army craved battle as well as we Vershultians he only sought to conquer, loot and pillage what he perceived his, for though we understood that the strong survive and the naturalism of destruction he was no force of nature, our people fought devils and demons in the guise of men and mortals but it was their leader who we saw as the true beast, his head was that of the foul spawn he seemed to revere, a dragon with a roar like the lion that shaped his body for though the Lion is proud it relies on others to do its work for him and grows contempt and spiteful in its laziness. The Khans most striking feature in my mind however was his massive wings that stretched long and far accompanied by the tail of a scorpion, these two things sought to cover the land that it soared over in darkness, to claim dominion over all it saw beneath it with a poison to bite deeply and spread its intent within the sacred blood of the earth. It was this beast, Khan Scazzven that filled us with something beyond rage, a new duty alongside our sacred oaths past the longing for self preservation and it was his presence that inspired us to harken to our fellow warriors and alongside their war cries and death songs we howled a new adage against our foe [color=Coral]"Let nothing control the skies! Let nothing hold dominion over the world the spirits flock to! Let nothing rule the skies but the howling winds and the life bringing rains, let our ancestors be its herald!"[/color] Our arrows bore the names of the kin trees are ancestors planted in this land and as we let our arrows loose the ancestors and land itself soared among them in their flight bearing a single point to be made in their decent. Yet the ground would be no different for the Khan, are shield wall was as thick and wide as the trees, the stones beneath are feet to endure are roots dug deep to remember they where the shields and thorns of the land and her people and at their fall a tree would grow and bare their names in honor as the shields unbroken. Just as it has always been in our home, here in this paradise the rain tastes of blood, we gave our selves to our comrades and our home, we offered our sacrifice to our leaders so their law could reign and the gods and Motherland saw the glorious struggle of their children and Fatherland, rising with them as the beasts of the wilds offered their fangs,claws and horns while the plants and rock rained their heavy hands on those who sought to do them harm. For months life and death reighned eternal on this land, death littered the cold earth with her children while life fed from this offered bounty with no end in sight for how could one destroy the eternal earth without destroying himself?

 [color=lightblue] "From a land turned red I rode, my people and foes beheld a white horse and I sat upon with a crown given to me and a bow, I set out to conquer those who conquered! I was given power over the earth to kill by blade, plague and the beasts of the earth and be given the victors crown! I set my horse galloping while stringing my bow with the arrows that spread pestilence and victory! I sit now among the dead, the place of my birth in ever reverence to the upholding of the most sacred laws, life and death hold their dominion once again as I watch the horses gallop away without riders, my bow snapped, its power infused within me but my crown given to me remains, its iron mars my skin at its touch and as I look around at my Motherland ripped away from her children and my Fatherland slaughtered before me I let my eyes flow with tears, then blood and the very soul, the whole mess wrung from the inside out and dripping down the blackened stain of the past." [/color]