Storyboards: Kaseran

Another Battle
The dead lay everywhere. Bodies of men torn and bloody were scattered as far as the eye could see. Some still cried out in wailing pain from injuries that would never heal. Testing each leg with a little of his weight and cautiously beginning to heave himself onto his knees, Kaseran checked for the certainty of some grievous wound that would soon be his end. There was none, pawing with numbly frozen and dirt engraved hands as he finished his inspection and brought himself to a stand, he once again surveyed the madness.
At one time he might not have batted an eye at such slaughter but rather would have went between the dead and dying to cut their purses and leave them to rot. That was the past and no use going back now, even if he could. Many of those lying face down were men he knew, who he had fought along side of, not for the east, not for the west but for their own reasons.
Calling to those near by, shouting names of comrades, gradually numbers of men gathered in around him and by the looks of things, he was now in charge. They had victory, but this time the cost was too high, even for the kind of amounts they were paid. But the legions were strong they would grow again.

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