Post by Tuesday on Jun 30, 2023 4:00:21 GMT 9
Armies of box that sportively engage
And mimic real battles in their rage,
Pleased I recount; how, smit with glory's charms,
Two mighty Monarchs met in adverse arms,
Sable and white; assist me to explore,
Ye Nymphs, what ne'er was sung before. *
"You're a pawn." She declares, unshakable when looking up to meet pale blue eyes as small as pebbles. The creatures towers over her at eight foot long, a steel giant of segmented body and foolish expression. "You may die here today, pawn. You may be consumed by corruption and sent to the Everworld. I will not rescue you if so. I have no reason to."
The gigantic pawn stares at her and she stares back, a Rainbow Flame Cloak of pearlescent white feathers billowing with a sudden gust. The wind carries to them the sounds of a raging battle; blades meeting shields, blades meeting blades, blades meeting fresh, grunts, screams, cries, rage, and agony. She does not flinch. She does not move an inch. She continues to stare at her pawn, firmly holding her Immovable Spear and clad in a beautifully engraved armour.
If she believed in monarchies, she'd be the queen, master of the battlefield.
"I will give you a chance today, pawn. A chance to fight. A chance to prove yourself. A chance to show me that you're worthy of being more than just cannon fodder. She moves her spear then, pointing to the battlefield before them. The battle that rages on isn't hers. Knights clad in black fight those clad in red. "Charge for me. Fight for me. Kill for me."
Blood has already been shed, the pungent stench of sulfur and iron hang heavy in the air, but the true battle begins here and now, with this first movement of a pawn of steel that shines as if white a snow in the pale moonlight.
With a rumbling bellow of war, the pawn charges forward, almost immediately crushing a knight beneath six hundred eighty-three pounds of blindly loyal monstrosity.
Bones crack, there are screams, and Tuesday still stares coldly at her battlefield.ORTHWORM'S HP: 50/100
* Excerpt from Scacchia Ludus by Marcus Hieronymus Vida (1527)