One thousand years. It’s a long time. Too fucking long.

I shouldn’t be here now, I should be long at rest in the ground, but no I’m still here, fighting other people’s petty, dirty wars. Finally when the remaining soldiers and I finally think it’s over a bastard eagle blocks out the sky bearing more death and destruction.

It all started when two small kingdoms thrones were usurped by two scheming wankers calling themselves the last of the mages showed up, decided to go to war and constantly tried to one up each other. One raised an army of the dead, the other cursed us, his so called subjects to fight for him until the war was won, however long that would be. One thousand bloody years and counting. It went on and on and now we’re faced with unnaturally large and deformed fucking creatures, this one an iron beaked monstrosity of an eagle.

And that’s where I am now, leading a small phalanx of troops ahead of the main body of our army, the advance team. Our mission to reveal any weaknesses of our newest enemy. We’re expected to die today and, truthfully, thank fuck for that.

Sword raised high above my head I lead the charge. Screaming a cry as loud as I can “for death!”.