Rally to War

Aldmar leaps up gaily upon the walls as though without a care and looks upon the hordes of Demons at the gates

"Haha, Hark you brave soldiers, hark to our enemies cries. Their brays and howls, the gnashing of their teeth and the clatter of weapons. Think you that they believe this clamour affects warriors such as ourselves? Fools they are, to think hardened men are brought to fear by such violent noise. Naught but beasts are they. Beasts borne of savage lands and ill born bastards from a jealous frightened child. Ha."

Now, look to you to our own ranks. To the left, to the right. See that besides you stand warriors from races across this world of Terra. Elves, Men and Nephilim. Banish this sight from your mind and instead renew your vision, seeing only in this mighty host of ours, Crusaders of Terra! For that is what we are today. We are not subjects to the lords of Hygore, we are not the soldiers of the High King of Revendon. Today, in this moment, we are once more brothers and sisters of Terra. Such a thing has not been seen in this world for millennia.

So do I proclaim it to all of you, any man or woman among you that would not wish to be in such an historic fellowship, has leave to go. Gold shall be his and safe passage also. I will not suffer myself, nor other brave defenders to die in the company of one who fears such fellowship as to die with us.

This day, shall be marked as the Day of Valour. He that lives to old age shall stand when this day comes round, and call to his neighbours and say "tomorrow, is Valours day." Then may he roll his sleeves and reveal the scars and say, "I was one who fought upon Valours day."

Age forgets, yet all his life shall be forgot before he that fights this day forgets the feats he does with us! Then shall our names, familiar as household words, Aldmar the King, Galad and Tim, Helga and Kole, be in their flowing cups freshly remembered! This story, shall the man teach his son, so that our deeds are remembered, and shall be for our sons and daughters as a rallying cry against evil!

We here that are gathered and fight this day, are not servants, not soldiers, not captains nor kings. We are brothers. For any here that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother, be he ne're so vile. Let none that fights with me and lives call me king, nor majesty but brother. Let those nobles who reside in palatial homes afar from war, think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their honour cheap whiles any lives, who fought with us, upon this Valours Day!

To your places brave crusaders! Hold fast the walls, and drive back the hordes of hell that do encroach upon your homes. Do your piece and let the gods decide the victor!