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He looked onto the vast desert land that made up most of Hethia. While most people saw it as an endless void of sand the Hethians saw it's beauty. Xavier Sand.. No Xavier Valier, The " King Slayer Bastard of the Sand" looked outwards and waited. Since giving up his commission in Black Quill in order to fully protect his kingdom. He was given command of the third legion.
From the intel he was given he moved his men to the east as he prepared his men for an attack. He let out a breath as he stationed his men in perfect ambush positions. Now all he could do was pray to whatever gods might hear his words so that they can have a good swift victory over the foreign invaders.
The man fell into a group of tables. " Who's next." The standing man said as he grabbed a veil of wine and drank from it. The standing man had long unkept silver hair. His shirtless body showed the bruises and scars he sustained from years of conflict. "Anyone." He said as he put the two hundred coin he made on the fight away for later. Some say the man is a drunk who had been brawling for years to make a living. Other's say that he was a dishonored knight. He stood there waiting for his next fight.
He looked onto the vast desert land that made up most of Hethia. While most people saw it as an endless void of sand the Hethians saw it's beauty. Xavier Sand.. No Xavier Valier, The " King Slayer Bastard of the Sand" looked outwards and waited. Since giving up his commission in Black Quill in order to fully protect his kingdom. He was given command of the third legion.
From the intel he was given he moved his men to the east as he prepared his men for an attack. He let out a breath as he stationed his men in perfect ambush positions. Now all he could do was pray to whatever gods might hear his words so that they can have a good swift victory over the foreign invaders.
The man fell into a group of tables. " Who's next." The standing man said as he grabbed a veil of wine and drank from it. The standing man had long unkept silver hair. His shirtless body showed the bruises and scars he sustained from years of conflict. "Anyone." He said as he put the two hundred coin he made on the fight away for later. Some say the man is a drunk who had been brawling for years to make a living. Other's say that he was a dishonored knight. He stood there waiting for his next fight.
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