"Steady!" The voice of the Captain boomed over the deafening static of the battlefield. A group of mages grasped their staves a bit tighter than that of the standard low and ready. "Steady!" A group of pures begin erecting barricades, a final barrier to protect that which they hold most dear. "Steady!" The men with cloaks of sapphire-blue feed their sacrifice into the ancient obelisk, weakening the resolve of both their enemy and their enemy's avatar. But even the Captain falls silent as an ocean of great warriors charge his station, the blood of his vanguard not showing through their blood-red capes. As he falls, the last thing the captain sees are blue cloaks tearing down the barricades that separated victory from defeat.
The vision blurs.
It focuses for no longer than a second, but long enough to behold the vexillum, a glorious flag that stands in mute control of the blue holding-bay...a standard that reads simply, "Obbywarriors."
The mahjarrat awakens. Troubled sleep. Visions of the past? No. Visions of things to come.
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