Discussions of War

Concordia, Seven Hundred Years Before

Thaelen joined Haethnir, Sigrid and Harithen on the balcony of the watch tower and he braced his hands against the railing as he leaned out, the rain plastering his hair to his face and running in rivulets off his beard.

“F-k.”

The waters were thick with Alden ships and row boats pulled up all along the beach, spilling out soldiers and camp followers to make their way up the rain-soaked terrain to where the campfires struggled to stay lit, pouring smoke darkly into the sky.

“Well, we knew that Alden was going to come and play, it’s hardly a surprise,” Harithen was unbothered by the development. “The question is are we going to do something about it or just sit here and watch whilst they roll out their army against us.”

“We are going to sit back and watch and use our weaponry to hold them away from the mountains,” Sigrid replied. “There is no reason to throw away Concordian lives over this Greibron foolishness.”

A muscle worked in the corner of Har