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His conversation earlier continued to rattle his mind as the march once more started.
The blessing of Morr was an assurance to Lucian. Knowing that the Lord of the Dead was not only existing, but guarding him from the troubles of the world until it is his time to die. When he does he will be one of the few who continue their service to Morr when they enter the Afterlife.
No creatures, not even the spawn of Chaos, can rob Lucian of this right. His soul was for the Dead Lord and no others.
He moved and itched the ribbons that made up the bandages upon his body. The goblins were brutal upon his flesh with rends that dug one or two inches deep yet they stopped before cleaving the bone or outright killing him. The army had not even started the march again when the Peasant had woken up from his dreamless sleep induced by whatever the Goblins used.
Such was the oddness of it all. Many who were upon the battlefield died not only of their wounds but the mushroom poison that the Goblins had laced their weapons with. He had not taken any ill effects from such poison. Those of Morr thought that Lucian was blessed by the death god with a body closer to stone than flesh. With such flesh he would surely defeat the enemies of their god.
“Peasant, get back into formation.” A Knight spoke as he ran up next to Lucian. The Knight looked towards the two Yeoman who were closest with what Lucian could guess was a death glare, “Keep them in line you fools, or it will be a lashing!”
There was a noticeable discomfort upon the faces of the Yeoman upon the command of their Lord. The Horses reacted in much the same way as their Masters and gave an anxious whimper.
Lucian did as he was told and moved towards his people. Such movement quickly caused a shake across the field of Peasants as they seemed to recoil upon nearing Lucian. He could hear it under their breaths, ‘Heir to Ruin’ and ‘Death Priest’ carried along their tongues.
These hushed words did not fall upon deaf ears for the Knight shook his head at them. Lucian felt a poke in his shoulder as the Knight spoke, “Stay with the rest of your ilk. Desertion will be punished.”
With those words the Knight ran forward and rushed towards the front.
