Raoul came from the sea. Wading in from the capsized ship that tilted into the black waters behind him, his body was heavy, his whole being cold. The darkest of skies he'd ever seen rumbled and roared with thunder, as the heavens slashed against him with bitter sharp rain. The marshlands had flooded, the mud creamed about his boots as he walked. The land before him was a sore sight. Bodies, strewn everywhere. Swords still left in dead soldiers, spears sticking out at awkward angles from stilled corpses, blood valleyed into the ground, pouring in on little gulleys, where open palms laid outstretched.. The horrors of war, and the tatters of his coat of arms flagging in the distance . What was it all for? Only another mans greed. That of his fathers.
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Listening to a song you like can sometimes inspire a mental cinematic, I've attempted at creating something atmospheric along this par, I hope you enjoy.
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