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As the smoke darkened the mid day sky Zoushan walked among what was once his village. The clatter of crows and buzzards overtook his footsteps as they had come to feast on the dead villagers. He kicked and squashed the birds as he past by them.
The wind howled and a dust storm was coming to the small plains village. Burned huts and decaying flesh overwhelmed Zoushans senses and he knelt to vomit from the stench. He had seen death before in many forms on battlefields all around the world. He had never witnessed such butchery. Women with their babies still in their arms lay charred on the ground. Children split nearly in two by some great sword littered the ground. There was no why or reason to the slaughter. Then from a distance he seen the banner. A pole had been shoved into the ground at the center of the village with a flag waving in the wind. A black dragon head on a red hunters moon told him who it was that had done this.
"Kanthusia! You shall pay for this butchery!" Zoushan yelled as he snatched the pole from the ground and snapped it across his knee. What sickened him even more was as a youth he had been one of the butchers, a Black Dragon mercenary. Kanthusia had been the commander of the company and had once been his friend. Falling to the ground he pounded his fists into his legs. This had been a message to him in some way he knew it. As a tear rolled down his cheek the dust storm swept in upon him and blinded him. Causing his world to go black.
end of part 1
Zoushan Ilboris Bane
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