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Steel And Sorrow Rise Of The Mercenary King

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<h1>Chapter 196: Cross Road</h1>Chapter 196: Cross roadThe feast unfolded beneath a sprawling night sky, deep and endless, as torches flickered against the canvas of the makeshift pavilion set up in the heart of the military camp. Tables lined with simple cloth stretched out under the open air, surrounded by soldiers and attendants. The camp bustled with life as the warmth of the fires reached outward, casting a comforting glow over the gathering.Slaves moved steadily, carrying trays laden with roasted game and smoked meats, the aroma wafting through the camp and mingling with the crisp night air. The selection was unpretentious—thick slices of dark bread, roasted root vegetables, and stews served from large cast-iron pots, all hearty enough to fill even the hungriest of soldiers after a long march. Trenchers piled with roasted pheasant and thick-cut mutton were passed around, the charred skin crisp under the torchlight, and cups of rough wine or ale were constantly refilled as laughter and conversation of the soldiers grew.Whatever resentiment they had regarding the low amount of loot they acquired after storming the Fingers, was being successfully culled by both the feast and the knowledge that their opportunity to get rich through sacking was still not out of sight.After all, were they not marching south?And so while the soldiers ate and laughed, the nobles too were busy in their own dealings, when however their reason for this merriment was based on a completely different businessLong tables stretched across the massive tent , each covered in heavy linens embroidered with the royal family crests . At the head of the main table sat the highborn guests, including Mavius, surrounded by his lords and commanders.Servants moved in coordinated rhythm, carrying heavy silver trays overflowing with delicacies: roasted boar with a crackling glaze, pheasants stuffed with figs and spiced nuts, and platters of fresh fruits and cheeses from distant provinces. Trays of jewel-toned wines and spiced meads flowed freely, each glass attended with reverence and refilled by the silent, quick-footed servants before a noble hand could signalThe feast had been arranged in a whim, a celebration of a most joyful announcement: Mavius's wife was expecting a child, news that swept through the noble ranks like wildfire. The gathering took on an air of near-reverence, for many saw this blessing as a divine omen, a sign from the gods endorsing their prince and the campaign they would soon undertake.Lord Landoff suddenly rose from his seat , as he raised his goblet high, his face illuminated by both the flickering light of the torches and a proud, heartfelt smile. He looked to his son-in-law, Mavius."To my liege," he began, his tone warm and resonant, " whose honor and strength I have come to know as well as my own heart. It is with joy, pride, and deep faith that I congratulate you on the blessing that has graced your and mine household." He looked to Mavius, his eyes filled with admiration, and then lifted his goblet higher. "And it is with equal joy that I anticipate the arrival of my grandson—an heir not only to your line, Mavius, but a legacy of strength and virtue that will outlast even our most ambitious campaigns."The hall murmured in approval, with knowing glances exchanged and smiles breaking out among those gathered. Lord Landoff continued, his voice growing more fervent, his eyes sweeping over the room to include all in his words."Is it not clear that the gods have smiled upon us in the arrival of this child? This grand blessing, bestowed just as we prepare for our greatest endeavor, is a sign—a divine affirmation that our cause is righteous, that our path is aligned with the will of the gods. It signals victory, not just in battle but for the future of our people." He paused, the glint in his eyes brightening with barely concealed pride. "When I hold my grandson in my arms, I will know that the gods themselves have ordained our victory. This child will be a beacon, a symbol of what we fight for—a promise that the blood of our line will continue strong and unbroken."The crowd broke into cheers and raised their goblets in unison, the toast resounding through the hall. The nobles shouted their allegiance to Mavius, to his future child, and to the campaign ahead, a resounding roar that shook the very walls. Mavius, visibly moved, nodded deeply in gratitude, lifting his own goblet to his father-in-law and, in a soft but steady voice, toasting in return, "To family, to victory, and to a future blessed by the gods."As the last echo of Lord Landoff's words faded, the hall erupted in a thunderous chorus. Lords and nobles smashed their cups onto the heavy wooden tables, the sound resonating like a drumbeat of shared excitement and kinship. Voices rang out, loud and insistent, each calling for one man to speak, the cheers blending into one unified demand."Speech! A speech, your grace !" they chanted, pounding the tables once more, their fervor mounting. The air buzzed with anticipation, the energy infectious as each man turned to look at Mavius.Mavius took one final, deliberate sip from his goblet, savoring the wine before emptying it with a single tilt of his wrist. Setting his cup down, he stood, drawing himself to his full height. The nobles erupted into fresh cheers, their enthusiasm filling the room with an almost tangible energy.He raised a hand to quiet them, his piercing gaze sweeping over his assembled lords, the firelight casting a powerful shadow behind him. The nobles quieted, leaning forward eagerly to catch his words, their eyes fixed on him with the kind of loyalty reserved only for a leader they held in the highest regard.Mavius's voice cut through the gathered nobles, sharp and laced with a cold fury. "The Fingers," he began, his tone dripping with contempt, "stood as the so-called impregnable fortress of the empire, the last unbreakable shield. And yet, here we are! That fortress opened its legs, yielding like the empire's faithless dog it had become. We have seized it like if it was a hoe , and with it, we've taken the gate to the heart of our enemy."The lords leaned forward, grins spreading across their faces, inspired by his brutal words. "The road to the capital lies open before us," he continued, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination, "and with it, the power to deliver the final, killing blow to the usurper.'s reign. Once the heartland is ours, we'll finally cast our eyes north, to sweep away the remnants of rebellion there."He paused, allowing his words to settle over the assembly, his gaze scanning the lords who hung on his every syllable. "Our scouts bring word of the enemy's position—camped to the right of Lake Dunvar, awaiting our advance as though they think themselves ready."Mavius's expression twisted into a grim smile. "Very well then," he sneered. "We'll end whatever paltry resistance that aging snake Marthio can muster. Once they're brought low, we'll finally move to root out every viper in that nest of snakes, purging those who dared to deny me my right."The assembled lords erupted in cheers, their fervor ignited by his words, ready to ride at his command and bring the empire back under his rule.Mavius's eyes gleamed with a mixture of confidence and contempt as he looked out over his lords, raising his goblet once more. "Our enemy," he began with a scornful chuckle, "has managed to scrape together barely enough men to make it worth our while. They've taken position with the lake to their left , thinking they're clever enough to avoid being flanked."The nobles around him exchanged amused glances, and Mavius allowed himself a short, derisive laugh. "They believe they can hold us off, but all they've done is make it easier for us to skewer them from the front," he declared, his tone laced with a dangerous calm. "They've laid their plans, and now they've set themselves up for defeat."He paused, the weight of his words sinking in, the quiet building tension among his lords growing. "We've come this far, driven through fortress and field, through those who would deny us what is rightfully ours. And now," he raised his voice, a fire in his eyes, "it's time to end it all. The empire shall be led, once and for all, by its rightful ruler."The nobles erupted in cheers, cups raised high in celebration of their leader, ready to ride into battle and claim the empire under Mavius's rightful rule. The night rang with their shouts of loyalty, each one charged with the fervor to see his vision come to life.Mavius smirked, holding up his goblet to his assembled lords, his voice laced with dark humor. "I'd say we should grant them the courtesy of one last drink before their death," he began, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But it seems those stupid bastards will be left with nothing but salt water to drink!"Laughter rippled through the crowd, the image amusing his lords as they imagined their foes stranded and parched."Therefore, I urge you all to press onward with unyielding resolve! Let us become the sword that cull the wicked, striking down those who would tear our empire asunder. Let us be the hammer that drives the nail, forging the bonds of unity among our fractured lands, and restoring the strength of our heritage.We march not just as warriors, but as the embodiment of justice and redemption. Together, we will reclaim what is rightfully ours and mend what teeters on the brink of ruin.We shall carve our names into the annals of history, ensuring that our empire emerges from the shadows and into the light.So raise your cups high! Let us toast to victory, to the glory of our ancestors, and to a future where our rightful ruler takes the throne and leads us into a new dawn! To NIKAE "''TO NIKAE'' they chanted back, as they marched through to bring more pestilence to the sick old man on his last foot, that they so pridefully called Empire.

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