Lodin's heart pumped with adreniline as the two armies closed the gap on each other. The ground trembled under thousands of footsteps and the distinctive loud clinging and clanging of armour was all rythmatic to the mad howling Nord. This was what he lived for, that last moment of malicious awe...
Lodin is fighting for the Torleons.
Location: Right Flank of the Torleon main force. (Between the pikes and the crossbowmen)
The Empire, the city states of Cortosi, mattered not to the nord mercenary. Only thing that mattered was payment, and King Ramos was picking up the tab for his services...
Lodin's hazel eyes squinted in the cold winds seeing the far distance the visage of a settlement. He used what saliva he could muster within his mouth and spat on the ground. Usually the the sight of ones birthplace brought emotions of jubilation and euphoric recollection. For Lodin, the sight...
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