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Lynn d'Vadalis VII: Requiem for a Nation“STAND FIRM!”
The Thrane platoon was breaking. In front of her, a young man, isolated from the formation, fell to the sword of one of the reanimated rotting corpses that Karrnath had put into its black-and-red armour, the blade plunging into the man’s chest to the very hilt. “Trust in the Flame!” she yelled over the din, putting a crazy, almost fanatical energy into the words.
All around her, people scrambling for their horses which they had abandoned to investigate the scene of horror that lay before them pulled together in a defensive circle. She too had dismounted from Fiontán before the ambush. The unicorn was more than capable of keeping the Karrnathi at bay, and Lynn focused on the men and women with her. They stood in the middle of a battlefield, thousands of dead of all nations lying around. Most had fallen without any wounds, and lay there as if they were asleep. What the dead lacked in the goriness of a field after