The fighting was bloody, losses insurmountable. To the south, the Great Horde had failed to throw the foul beasts of darkness back into the sea. To the north, the garrisons left behind to man the watch were swept aside like so much chaff to the winnowing onslaught of the undead hordes. It angered the Khan, who knew those brave souls would likely be raised again, to fight against their kin still amongst the living. The Khan thought of Mafis for a moment, taking pause though hopeful that the sage had made preparations, either to escape or end his life honorably before the forces of Darkness claimed him.
Seeing the choices left, few as they were, the Khan called his war council, likely for the last time, at least in this realm. "Sir, we cannot break their lines! They continue to gain reinforcements from the sea as we speak!" The Khan nodded. "The north has fallen as well, soon the Aniceans will feel the bite of death we fear. We have few options left." The Khan mulled the statements, knowing each man around him was willing to die, if it meant that Kolnur may live, that Kogan-sul could survive.
Clearing his throat, the Khan addressed those convened. "Men, brothers. Your words do not fall on deaf ears, but I know what is to be. Last night, it came to me in my sleep, a vision of death- black smoke billowing around the foot of Mount Kogan. I saw horse riding forth from the Mount, into the midst of darkness..."
The generals knew what the vision meant, or atleast, what the Khan was about to ask them to do. "My Khan, the preparations can be made. All you need to do is give the word."
Closing his eyes, the Khan could see images of his life, of his family, his father... Mafis, Mount Kogan, the people of Kogan-sul, his people
. For these things, he would die a thousand times. For these things, he would kill every last beast of darkness, challenging the Lich to single combat, if that is what it took. It was not the fact that he would do such things, no. The fact that the men of Kogan-sul, what few remained, felt the same, that is what nearly brought a tear to the warrior's eye.
"Make it so. Dispense the rest of the rations, the wine. Repair what armour and weapons we can. I want the men to celebrate tonight, for tomorrow, we ride into destiny..."
The bonfires blazed, as the forces of the Shadow seemed content not to attack that night. The Lich was a cruel master, but intelligent. Perhaps, if by some foul magick it
could see and hear what was going on in the camp of the Great Khan, it would bring forth something akin to anger in the undead's mind. Raucous laughter, wine, slaughtered pig. If one were to stumble upon the camp, they would likely forget that all around the lands of Kolnur, death was winning the war. It mattered little, for the Kogani riders, archers and conscripts alike knew what the Khan had called for. Something that had not occurred since the beginning of their nation, the Great Charge.
Around the bonfires, tales were spun of great deeds, of steeds racing across the sky, chasing lightning from the heavens before crashing upon Kolnur to found what would be Kogan-sul. The Khan walked among the men, greeting them all as brothers, and sharing many a toast to Kogan-sul. "Enjoy it, warriors! For at first light, we shall loose the full fury of Kogan-sul upon the undead hordes! Fast as lightning, as powerful as the crashing wave! Fight to the last! If you follow me, you may die, but will all be welcome at my table in the heavens!"
As the horde worked itself into a frenzy, the moon fell and the sun rose. The entirety of the Kogani army had broken from this reality, and though none were frothing at the mouth, the majority could likely have taken a javelin through the chest and killed a score more enemies before dislodging it and continuing on. The Khan mounted his steed, armour gleaming in the morning sun. Bellowing his commands, the horde moved out. "North, we ride! Victory or death!" The horde echoed the cry and the second Great Charge
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