Battle of One Eyed's Word: PRELUDE TO RAGNAROK

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Purple banners raise in the distance, though few in number they are. Soldier of Aen, still loyal to the cause sounds the drum of war, as promised. At the helm, a one-eyed, wild-looking woman brandishing a gnarled, and thorny blade. Rifles are brandished. Cannons are rolled out. Those that still sought to fight to avenge all that they had lost since coming to Meranthe. But there's no holler for victory to be found amongst these weathered troops. No joy, or sadness, or despair.

Only rage.

The remnants of the royal navy blazes bright.
Be the night's end death, or glory.