I'm tired, man. Can't wait to finish patrol."
"Yes, brother. We need to find a bar after this maybe get some women while we're there," he said with a smile on his face.
"I could really do with some meat and beer right about now."
"All you talk about is meat and booze."
"That's because patrolling lately has been boring. No robberies, no thefts, no fighting just people having fun and living their live in peace, I mean that's the whole point."
"It's better this way. It's better if we, as Ironbourne, unite and live in harmony," one soldier said.
"Yeah, it's better than having to deal with those Flameborne scum. They think they're better than us just because they were born with powers. I'd rather die than have to deal with that shit," another added, spitting on the ground.
"Ease up, brother, don't get riled up. But I have to agree those pieces of shit act all high and mighty, but in reality they're just weirdos. I say their powers are a curse from God."
"It's a curse, and they know it. That's why they're always declaring wars on us, knowing damn well we'll beat them every time."
"The only reason they became this cocky is because of Malrik that backstabbing bitch that asshole is lucky that he is dead because he was still alive I kill him with my bare hands" a grin on his face as he says that .
"Don't speak that traitor's name," another said, spitting to the ground. " If it wasn't for him Flameborne wouldn't be undermining us."
All of a sudden, a bang echoed in the distance. One of them stopped and turned back while the other two continued walking.
"Did you not hear that?" The two Ironbourne soldiers stopped and turned, confused.
"Hear what?"
"There was a bang coming from the far east."
"Damn, you're so tired you're starting to hear things now."
"No, I'm pretty sure there's something going on over there."
"You're hearing stuff. Come on, we've got nineteen minutes left in this shift."
"What could that have been?"
"You're going nuts now," one said with a laugh.
"I think I know what's going on."
"What?"
"He's been cursed by a Flameborne. That's the only logical explanation for what you claim to have heard."
"Do you even know how to spell logical?"
"Listen, dipshit just because I stopped school in ninth grade doesn't mean I'm an idiot."
"Sure, believe what you want."
The soldiers continued to mock each other, but then…
"What is that?"
The soldiers froze.
"What is what?"
"Look up."
There it was: balls of fire falling from the sky, followed by distant screams and crashes.
"What could it be?"
"Could it be them?"
"It might be."
"Boys, things are about to get interesting," one said with a smirk.
The three soldiers ran toward the area where the fireballs had fallen. The screams and cries for help grew louder. Upon arriving at the small village of Whiskmore, located on the eastern island of Thalara, the soldiers were met with burning houses. Men, women, and children lay charred. Children cried out for their mothers, but no answers came.
Ironbourne soldiers arrived on the scene shortly after the first flames fell, trying their best to aid the injured and protect the village. They were fighting an enemy they had faced in countless wars: the Flamebornes. The Flamebornes had attacked the peaceful village and were now out for blood.
Ironbourne soldiers showed their raw strength against them, but what they faced wasn't just any Flameborne army it was one that wielded fire itself.
"This has got to be a joke!" an Ironbourne soldier said, breathing heavily. "These fuckers think they can just walk into our village and cause destruction?"
The Ironbournes were descendants of strong warriors who had fought in countless wars throughout history. They showcased their power through raw strength. Unlike the Flamebornes, who relied on their magical powers, the Ironbournes trained for years and went to war to prove themselves worthy of the name. Through sheer willpower and weapons forged from iron, the Ironbournes could eliminate and destroy their enemies.
But this time was different. In this battle, Ironbourne soldiers were falling like flies. The Flamebornes had found a way to overpower them. The flames suffocated them.
"Brother, we can't take these fuckers alone. We need assistance and we need it ASAP!"
"Yes, brother. But it'll take days for a messenger to reach the other villages and ask for aid," one said while slaying a Flameborne. "I heard the Black Sash are in town. This is their domain. They're the ones who can defeat them."
"Don't worry I already sent a soldier to get them. Behind you!"
Slash! The soldier cut down the enemy creeping up from behind.
"Thanks for the heads up."
"You can't do anything without me."
" You wish I could kill 100s of Flameborne without your help brother '
"No time for jokes, brother. Look over there."
The soldier pointed beyond the battlefield. A mysterious figure walked through the flames. It wasn't an Ironbourne soldier, nor was it one of the Black Sash. Who could it be?
"Well, well, well. I thought the Ironbourne were strong warriors. I thought I'd found a worthy match in your village. But it seems you're weak all of you. And it's time you peasants realized it."
"Listen, dipshit. If you're looking for a fight, stop running your mouth and just fight!" the soldier shouted, charging forward.
"Well, this is what I was looking for. Hahaha!" the Flameborne leader bellowed, charging in.