Bab 15: Forming Plans
Eron Arisato and Oscar Anshin we're planning on how they are going to liberate the lands of Ithil Anron and destroy the Clan of Hilkir, right now they are trying to know where to start the revolution.
"We cannot allow the Clan of Hilkir to continue their oppressive rule any longer. The people suffer unjustly under their reign, and it is time for us to rise and put an end to their tyranny." Causing Eron
Oscar, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Eron. But we must tread cautiously. The Clan of Hilkir is powerful, and they have eyes and ears everywhere. We need a plan that will not only weaken them but also rally the oppressed in Ithil Anron to our cause."
Eron sighed in annoyance, he found himself standing in different paths leading to the unknown. He looked around and saw few people including his men were resting into the deep tunnels avoiding the Hilkir's eyes and ears. Many of them were questioning their mission including Eron himself, he can't send another regiment due to the increasing guards of the borders.
"My old friend, how many men do you have left?" Eron asked to see if there's a possibility to raise the revolution. A big sigh coming from his old childhood friend's lips, this is not a big sign to begin with. Oscar sat down
Eron Arisato asked his old childhood friend Oscar Anshin on how many men he have in his command, Oscar looked down sorrow as he remembers that he used to have many supporters, but it dwindles slowly because the revolution sparked throughout the lands of Ithil Anron, Oscar have 9,500 supporters and now he have 3,450 supporters. But he was facing rivalries different revolution leaders in different parts of Ithil Anron, Eron slowly forming the plans for the lands of Ithil Anron
Eron Arisato sat across from his old childhood friend, Oscar Anshin, in a quiet corner of their favorite tavern. As they sipped on their mugs of ale, Eron couldn't help but notice the weight of sorrow in Oscar's eyes.
"Eron," Oscar began, his voice heavy with a hint of regret, "how many men do you think I have in my command?"
Eron furrowed his brow, puzzled by the question. It had been years since they last saw each other, and Eron was unaware of the challenges Oscar had faced while leading his supporters. "I'm not sure, Oscar," he replied cautiously. "How many did you have?"
Oscar's gaze fell to his mug, his fingers tracing patterns on the wooden tabletop. "I used to have many, my friend," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "At the height of our cause, I commanded 9,500 loyal supporters across the lands of Ithil Anron."
Eron's eyes widened in surprise, realizing the vast number of people who once believed in Oscar's vision for change. But the sadness etched on Oscar's face hinted at a different reality now.
"But now..." Oscar continued, the words catching in his throat, "now I have just 3,450 supporters left."
Shock and concern washed over Eron as he absorbed the magnitude of the loss. "What happened, Oscar? How did things come to this?"
Oscar breathed a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the flickering candle flame before him. "The revolution, Eron," he said, barely above a whisper. "It sparked throughout the lands of Ithil Anron. Rivalries emerged, different leaders proclaiming their own vision for change. Our unity shattered, and our supporters scattered, choosing different paths."
Eron nodded, his mind racing with the gravity of Oscar's predicament. It was clear that something had to be done if there was any hope of restoring the strength and unity they once possessed.
"Oscar," Eron said firmly, meeting his friend's eyes, "we can't let this be the end. Ithil Anron still yearns for change, and the people need leaders who will guide them towards a better future."
A spark of determination flared in Oscar's eyes, finding solace in Eron's words. "You're right, Eron. We can't give up now. We need to regroup, forge alliances, and find a way to bring all the revolution leaders together under a common banner."
Eron smiled, seeing the fire reignite within Oscar's spirit. "We'll overcome these challenges, my friend," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Oscar's shoulder. "We'll unite the revolutionary forces, reclaim the hearts of the people, and together we'll shape the lands of Ithil Anron into a place of peace and prosperity."
With renewed determination, Eron and Oscar spent countless hours planning and strategizing. They reached out to other revolutionary leaders, convincing them of the importance of unity and the strength that would come from a collective effort. Slowly, the tides began to turn.
Word of their cause spread like wildfire, capturing the attention of the disheartened revolutionaries scattered throughout Ithil Anron. They rallied under the newfound alliance, their numbers swelling with every passing day.
With Eron's strategic mind and Oscar's unwavering charisma, they laid the groundwork for a unified revolution. Together, they inspired hope, fueled passion, and rebuilt what was once lost.
As their followers grew, Eron and Oscar led their force towards victory, defying the odds stacked against them. The rivalries that had torn them apart were slowly quelled, and the people once again found solace in their united vision for change.
And thus, Eron Arisato and Oscar Anshin, along with their newly formed alliance, triumphed over the challenges that had threatened to fracture their revolution. They became the catalyst for a new era in the lands of Ithil Anron, where unity and hope shone brighter than ever before.
Next day, Eron send his scouts along with Oscar's loyal supporters who knew their lands to see if there's any news about activities of the people of Ithil Anron and Hilkir Clan.
One fateful day, when the sun hung low in the sky, the silence of the forest was shattered by the arrival of an unexpected visitor. A young man from the Anshin Clan stumbled upon Eron's scouts, his body battered and his spirit worn. Injured and exhausted, he recounted the harrowing tale of the fall of Anshin.
His men to bring the injured clansman to their hidden cave. As they carried him with care, the man's feeble breaths were masked by the rustling leaves and symphony of the forest.
Within the sanctuary of the cave, dim light danced upon the craggy walls. Eron turned to face the injured man, his gaze filled with a mix of skepticism and hope. And then, like a gust of wind, the man began to speak.
"Before Oscar's departure on his 'long trip' seven years ago, the Hilkir Clan launched a brutal attack on Anshin. Many of our clansmen fought valiantly, but in the face of overwhelming forces, we were forced to flee. Some escaped the land, scattered across the corners of the continent. But most of us, my Lord, were captured and enslaved by the Hilkir Clan."
Eron's eyes widened with disbelief. He had believed the rumors of the Anshin Clan's demise, thinking they had perished under the heel of the Hilkir Clan. The man continued, his voice trembling with sorrow.
"The Hilkir Clan aimed to obliterate all traces of Anshin's existence, erasing our legacy. They sought to diminish the hopes of free men and women everywhere. But there were those among us who refused to surrender. We managed to escape our captors and forge a resistance, hidden deep within the forest."
Eron's men and the remnants of Anshin Clansmen exchanged glances, their hearts heavy with the weight of the revelation. The Anshin Clan had fought relentlessly, hoping for a chance to restore their clan's honor and free their imprisoned brethren. But now, a flicker of hope illuminated their weary souls.
Just as the man finished his tale, the sound of footsteps echoed through the cave. Oscar, the prodigal son, returned from his long and mysterious journey, also he recently returned from his task. His face was marked by years of adventure, his eyes reflecting a wisdom acquired through trials unknown.
Oscar's gaze shifted from Eron's men to the injured clansman lying on the ground. His voice was laced with both surprise and determination as he addressed the survivor.
"I thought the Anshin Clan had been eradicated, lost to time when I just return few weeks later. But your presence here speaks otherwise. We shall unite once again, strike fear into the hearts of our oppressors, and bring justice to our people."
As Oscar's words resonated throughout the cave, hope roused from its slumber. The Anshin Clan, thought to be extinguished, would rise from the ashes, stronger and more resilient than ever before. With Eron and Oscar at the helm, they would face their enemies head-on, claiming their rightful place in the world once more.
All of a sudden one of the people of Anshin Clan just stumbled upon Eron's scouts, injured and exhausted due to running his pursuers and lost in the middle of forest lying on the ground. They brought him in to the cave where Eron Arisato and his men, along with Oscar Anshin and his supporters were hiding, the man tells the tale about the fall of Anshin Clan before Oscar returns from his 'long trip' about 7 years. Oscar thought the clan of Anshin was ceased to exist, the man said that some of their clansmen fled the land, yet most were enslaved by their worst enemy the Hilkir Clan dialogues.
As Eron Arisato sat at the edge of the cliff, his eyes traced the familiar landscape of the town of Alric sprawled below him. The quiet stillness of the valley of Aust Alric was interrupted by the sight of dust clouds rising in the distance, signaling the approach of enemies.
Feeling a presence beside him, Eron turned his head to find Oscar Anshin, his lifelong friend, settling down on the grassy ledge. Oscar's charcoal eyes mirrored Eron's concern as he gazed out at the approaching threat.
"The enemy is near," Eron remarked, his voice heavy with worry.
Oscar nodded, his features etched with determination. "We must prepare ourselves and our clans for the impending danger."
Eron, the heir to the Arisato clan, and Oscar, the future leader of the Anshin clan, had always been destined for significant roles within their respective families. Their fathers had long forged a strong alliance, veering away from the legacy of rivalry that had plagued their clans for generations. Their bond had carried over to Eron and Oscar, making them inseparable companions from childhood.
As they sat side by side, memories of their shared past began to resurface, evoking both laughter and nostalgia. The duo reminisced about the days when they would play in the meandering streams, exploring the hidden nooks and crannies of Alric. They spoke of their fathers' fateful meeting, their alliance serving as the cornerstone of their friendship.
"Our fathers were wise to put an end to the animosity between our clans," Eron reflected, his voice resonating with gratitude.
Oscar smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Indeed, Eron. They taught us the value of unity and loyalty. Now it is up to us to safeguard their legacy."
Eron's eyes flickered back to the approaching enemy forces, a steely resolve replacing the warmth in his gaze. "We will fight for our clans, for our people and for the peace our fathers worked so hard to achieve."
Oscar nodded, his expression mirroring Eron's determination. "Together, we will turn the tides of battle and protect all that we hold dear."
As the sun began to set on the horizon, casting a glorious golden hue over the land, Eron and Oscar made a silent pact. They would utilize their strengths, their shared memories, and the wisdom imparted by their fathers to lead their clans to victory. But more than that, they would ensure that their clans would never again succumb to the same discord that had plagued their ancestors.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Eron and Oscar rose from the cliff's edge. They left behind the memories of their idyllic childhood, embracing the weight of their responsibilities with every step they took towards their respective clans.
United by friendship, destined to rule, and fueled by the lessons of their fathers, Eron and Oscar embarked on a journey that would determine the fate of Alric and the valley of Aust Alric. They would strive to protect their territory, honor their legacy, and carve a path towards a future that would forever bear the mark of their shared resolve.
Eron and his three men sat hidden behind the thick treeline, their anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. They had infiltrated the Hilkir Clan's gathering under the guise of civilians, hoping to gather information and assess the situation of the enslaved people living in the region. However, what they had witnessed had enraged them beyond measure.
The messenger from the Hilkir Clan, accompanied by his bodyguards, had arrived to deliver a message to the gathered crowd. He spoke of increasing payments from the enslaved people, their sons being forcibly recruited into the clan's army, and the confiscation of their provisions. As the messenger's bodyguards had started to seize the scarce resources and take away the sons of the people of Alric, there had been shouts and resistance, but it was futile. The enslaved people stood no chance against the armed soldiers.
Now hidden in the safety of the treeline, Eron and his companions - three men from the Arisato Clan and one Anshin clansman - discussed the events they had witnessed. The anger in their voices was palpable.
"We can't just stand idly by while these people suffer," Eron said through gritted teeth. "They take their sons, their provisions, and leave them with nothing to survive the winter. It's a cruel and unjust system."
His companion, Isidor, nodded in agreement. "We have to do something, Eron. These people look towards the Arisato Clan and the Anshin Clan for help. It's our duty to protect them."
The Anshin clansman, Vik, spoke up, his voice filled with determination. "I have seen the suffering of the people firsthand. These acts of oppression cannot go unanswered. Our clans possess the strength and skills needed to free these people from their torment."
Eron's gaze hardened. "We must gather more information, rally the enslaved people, and form a revolution. We need to strike at the Hilkir Clan when they least expect it and restore justice to the land."
Soon they left the area to inform their allies and Oscar about the event they heard today.
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