Athvor the Dragon: Day 002 - Insurmountable Odds
Today was a new day. It was a day that will decide the course for many lives. This day will be the last many of the people on this open field will ever see again. Today, many will die.
Athvor was not completely sure he understood why this war was about to happen. He knew it had something to do with an Evil overlord who was attempting to take over all of Noothorm. Now he had acquired a large army consisting of several hundred thousand people against the three thousand that Athvor was fighting with.
This battle seemed rather hopeless. He looked out over the horizon and saw endless soldiers of all shapes and creed. They were from every reach of Noothorm and a few that Athvor was sure was not of this world. They were clothed in armor made of leather and chain-mail. They were armed with many different weapons, from axes to bows to magical walking sticks. There seemed to even be some kind of technology that blasted projectiles at their enemies.
Athvor was not sure this was the best of ideas. The band of warriors he was fighting with, were noble and easily had the strength of ten men. Even with those odds, they were horribly outnumbered.
Athvor by
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