[i]The Defeat at Paella River[/i]
[b]Chief Ulden Strongsaddle Horselord  (-3 - 36)[/b]
[quote=Aigiarn the Meek, Maiden Witch, 29]Our cloaks and skirts and hoods billowing around us, in the wind we Sisters of the Knowledge stood. Upon the monticule, above the slaughter, cursing the despicable traitors. True traitors they were, these unholy Bronzespears with their wicked host of strangers. Forsaken had they the Image of their Ancestors. Spat had they, upon the face of the mighty four winds. Left the caring care of Moonmother and Sunfather. Truly by rights the Spirits had to be with our brave Horselord men. Helping them crush this incursion into the lands of herds and Spirits. 

Bravely they made that sons of whores’ bleed, yet against these strangers there was no victory to be won, darker forces being in league with them. Not even bravest of the brave, son of Sun and Moon, mighty Ulden was able to vanquish them. Yet fearless he flew right into their middle on his steed. Cutting them all like stalks of grass, trampling them and making their blood spray upon his unyielding mien like a crimson oceans foam. Always towards that thrice cursed General Sunwalker. 

Yet it is known that grass is a sea of blades truly and as he closed the distance towards his holy goal of cutting off that sand adder‘s head the thousands of cuts slowed him ever more. Not even brave enough to meet him in battle was this master of the cursed. Cowardly denying the brave Ulden the duel that was rightfully his, by having a thousand of his men sacrifice their life to stop the unstoppable in time. Only by sacrificing this multitude of his best men he (Sunwalker) lives and Ulden died. Blessed be they by the blood of Ulden that touched them as they died by his mighty hand, for they were unwitting tools of this cowardice. 

Even greater, though was the (cowardice) of traitorous Leathermane, for nowhere near battle was he seen in this maelstrom. Commanding his Bronzespear men from the savety deep within their ranks. He shall die, his [...] eaten by [...] as he deserves it, cursed be he and all his descendants hereby by the word of the meek, in the name of Chief Ulden Strongsaddle.

 With the Loss of our mighty Leader the Horselord’s brave hordes had to retreat. Back into the land of the Spirits. Back, to alarm the rest. Back to rouse the sons of Ulden for the most capable of them to take his place as the new Son of Sun and Moon. Blessed by the winds shall be he, the new custodian of the Spirits Lands once he has emerged victorious from the duels against his brothers. Now we Witches make haste to collect the dispersed Hords of the Horselords, and to save guard what the Spirits have given and the men who guard it, so this calamity may be averted and banished from the holy lands once and for all.
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