[center][h3][b][i]Saoirse[/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[center][i]Princess of Seanate[/i][/center]
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She ran through the woods, careful not to fall to her demise for one slip would certainly result in a terrible injury if not a gruesome death. So far, she had succeeded in luring the devil and his forces towards her location, as her own soldiers relied upon the cover of the numerous trees and uneven slopes of the mountain to assist their retreat. It seemed as thought their tactics were working (aside from losing more than she had hoped for when many among her ranks had fled at the thunderous voice of the dark emperor) but Saoirse knew the more difficult task lay ahead - this was only the first step of the first battle in this cruel war that would be most likely lead to a sorrowful end for the kingdom of Seanate. 

The princess thought she heard her father calling out, shouting over the storm, warning her and commanding her to cease this foolish endeavor. She even thought she saw him among the foliage once, riding his horse like a lunatic desperate to save her from her own folly. The mind played many strange tricks in the heat of battle, and she ignored her imagination, for what else could it be? Her father remained safe back at the castle after all. She prayed for his safety, and for his forgiveness, but she could not allow the embodiment of evil to reign over the land like a looming cloud of darkness. She had to fight!

The arrows they shot were not terribly effective, but hopefully they continued to draw the ire of their enemy, hopefully enraging them by constantly assailing them with an endless barrage and the few small sacrifices of men that stayed behind to ambush their pursuers, whenever the opportunity had arisen. Her forces just had endure their trek across the mountain while goading the enemy to chase after them until they reached their destination.

She heard her soldiers call back and taunt their foes, cursing and mocking them, before bravely fighting and being defeated by overwhelming numbers. Though Saoirse was not inclined to employ such crude and bawdy vernacular, she listened to the insults that came from dying men, and kept them in her memories for later use - both to honor the fallen, and to harass the enemy. They called out:

[b]"Mangled, craven, mongrels! Come at me!"[/b]

[b]"Ill-breeding, unmuzzled, whoresons! You'll never claim Seanate![/b]

[b]"It reeks of vile, weather-bitten surly sods, begone villainous fiends! Back to the infernal realm from whence you came!"[/b]

Saoirse had heard their insults, and shook her head with forlorn mirth while she rushed onwards to the next destination. Perhaps such profanity should never grace the ears of a princess, but it would bring a modicum joy to invoke as much anger in the invaders as possible, for the kingdom of Seanate would not succumb to tyranny without showing their mettle and fighting to their very last breath.

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