NationStates Jolt Archive


The Troubled Horns of War

Ma-tek
25-11-2004, 00:29
Upon the plains of Ma-tek all stirred ceaselessly, an endless whistle in the ear of the dull winds from the mountains rushing down over the land and through trees and plants.

Upon this plain in Ax-turath, no description could have been further from the truth. The land was dead, barren, murdered by a battle from earlier times; the ground had been sewn with salt, a thousand tonnes of salt, following the Slaying of a Thousand Tears.

The Slaying had been a battle - if it could have been called that - between Nenyan and Dth'gari forces during the Two Thousand Year War of Conquest; thirty thousand Dth'gari who had lived on this soil had been slaughtered. The survivors had fled to vast fortresses of Turath; the Nenyans, it was written, had fallen to the ground as the battle ceased, upon their knees, and wept.

The war had ended not long after; the Dth'gari surrender was said to have come not long before the Nenyans were to offer a peaceful resolution to the war. The resolution was never offered because of the surrender, and only a few hundred years after, the Empire of the Eternal Flame had fallen.

But weep or not, the Nenyan warriors had sewn the land with salt, destroying all the plantlife on this plain; the plain was contained within a valley; and here were ten thousand warriors again today, training and preparing.

They were visible from space, for a great movement of materials had occurred to support the exercise; and indeed, it was not a great secret. What was secret, however, was the purpose.

And of those actually at the site, but a handful actually knew; but hundreds could guess correctly; and yet more hundreds guessed very incorrectly; but only Field Marshal Durath knew the true reason.

And his rank held the very truth.
Arenumberg
25-11-2004, 14:14
OOC: Hope you dont mind, but heres a lovely tag.