Do you remember your username on there? Which element was your strongest?
I should, but i don't. I wonder if they will still let you log on to see your name even though it went down. Were elements the weapons the character used? I don't remember what they were if not.
THE COLONEL WAS out of his igloo long before first light, his eyelids heavy from little sleep. The camp was quiet as first light slowly dawned in the valley. Each man had his post at the wall, or in the village, all watching the surrounding hills. Upon the tops of which fluttered Maelstrom Empathizer banners, but there was no sign of the forces which they represented. “Good morning, sir.” Corporal Sogel Van Rome said, rubbing his hands together, “any orders?” “No. Have you caught any signs of the enemy?” “A few sentries on the hills now and again, but that’s all, sir.” Sogel replied, still looking out at the hills. The Colonel scanned the defenses; every man had a rifle in hand and his sword by his side. A purple-grey banner fluttered in the breeze upon the closest hill. “Van Rome,” The Colonel said quietly, gazing at the flag, “Get me a sniper.” “Which Van Rome, sir?” Sogel asked. “Mmm? Oh, sorry,” The Colonel began, seeing Sogel’s brother Deke in relative proximity, “You may go.” He soon returned with the Captain of the snipers, the same bearded and angular fellow who’d requested orders for his men the previous day. “You called, colonel?” The man asked gruffly, lowering a long rifle from his shoulder and saluting. “Ah, good morning, Cannibal, how are you?” “As good as could be expected, sir.” His signature smile widened slightly. “D’you see that flag?” The Colonel pointed to the banner which hung now limply to the pole. “Hoho, I’d never ‘ave been a sniper, sir, if I didn’t have eyes to see that.” “Can you see that black speck to the left, a brick or so behind it?“ The soldier shaded his eyes. “Aye, sir, I do. It moves around a little whenever a bit of a breeze comes by.” “Yes. It is probable that it’s the top of a stromling’s hat.” The marksman looked again. “it’s possible sir, but I couldn’t say for certain.” “I want you to find out. Can you put a bolt through it?” Cannibal grinned through his shaggy beard. “If anyone can, I’m the man and Charlotte ‘ere is the gun to do it, sir.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Methodically he pulled a black cloth from his pouch and spread it out on the shoulder-height snow wall as a barrier between the wet snow and his rifle’s barrel. There was a hush of expectancy as he aligned the barrel with his target, squinting along the dull metal with his right eye. He took a deep breath and stood motionless for a moment. Crazsip! A horrid cry rose in the still morning air. A flash of imagination following shortly. Distantly the Colonel could hear Stromling rallying cries and with a mighty shout the heads and shoulders of thousands of Stromling empithizers crested the surrounding hills. “Wait for the command to fire!” The Colonel shouted as each soldier grasped their rifle instinctively, rising above the wall’s summit. Four distinct columns swept the hills with discordant cries and brandished weapons. “Ready! Present! Fire!” Each barrel spat forth it’s contents, sending hot imagination bolts into the charging Stromlings. Anguished cries and screams testified to their accuracy, but not a Stromling faltered, save those who had provided a resting place for the blazing bolts of imagination. The Deadly rain of imagination bolts rendered still more saddles empty. The Maelstrom just kept coming. Piles of snow had drifted down the hills and collected at their bases, momentarily slowing the Pirates as their horses slogged through the thick powder. The Colonel thought he saw the closest column waver slightly, this was their chance.
“Fire and mount!” He shouted. As the deafening volley pounded in his eardrums he slammed his heels into his horse’s side and tore toward the field. The wall loomed in his path. His horse gathered its powerful legs and sprang into the air, narrowly clearing the barrier in a single bound.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
The Colonel’s tricorn was blown off by, and his hair splayed wildly in the icy wind. He gritted his teeth, fighting desperately to keep a cool head. He swung his long cavalry sabre in a deadly arc, increasing in speed at each rotation. At his back rode the Van Rome brothers, screaming and brandishing their swords like a pair of mad march hairs. Behind them poured a stream of the 7th, tired of long hours of tension, ready to release all hell in a wild fight for existence.
The Colonel’s mount collided with that of an Empathizer officer at full speed, Throwing both riders into the soggy snow. The officer struck viscously at the Colonel’s head, but the Soldier parried it neatly and thrust back. The stromling glared at him with glowing, blood-shot eyes, his sword arm shaking. With a cry the Stromling struck at his leg, the Colonel leapt back instinctively, the blades slicing his leather boots. Before his opponent could recover himself, the Colonel bore down with all his force upon the pirate, cleaving the stromling of itself.
The Colonel looked around, The stromlings and Nexus Force mixed together without order, their slashing swords on a level with his neck. Quickly he regained his mount and was surprised to find himself on the fring of the fight, which was fast becoming a stromling rout. “Back!” He cried, waving his sword in the opposite direction. “back to camp! The Stromlings have broken in!” He wheeled his horse and rode back through the gap in the wall. Two of the Maelstrom columns had broken through the wall and were presently engaged in a deadly hand-to-hand melee with the remaining Nexus Force soldiers. “The 7th!” The Colonel screamed, dashing into the fray, “Huzzah for the 7th!”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
“What’re you doing, old gel?” The eldest Van Rome shouted at Miss Taozi, who stood bewildered in his path. He jerked back on the reins, stopping just in time to keep from pulverizing the young woman. The writer attempted a shrug, the hand in which she held her notebook shook violently. “Come on, fool,” Sogel growled, “It’s time to drop the pen and take up the sword.” He stooped low in his saddle, wrenching a blade from the iced slush at his horse’s feet, and threw it to Meilin. “In case you were bored,” his brother chimed in. “Now use it!” “Or lose it!” With this, the poet warriors dashed off to join the fierce melee at the wall. Already demoralized by their losses, the pirates could not withstand the colonel’s charge, backed as he was by the rest of the mounted Nexus Force. With wild cries they broke and fled for the protection of the surrounding hills.
“Do not pursue!” The colonel ordered, rushing among his men, “back to camp!”
It was no easy task to stop the inflamed Nexus Force soldiers, but the colonel charged among them, knocking down swords and heading off horses. His officers joined him, and at last they calmed the angry men down and herded them back to camp. There was no time to rejoice in their temporary victory. Men instantly set out to repair many gaps in the walls, while others ran to the imagination stores to take around fresh ammunition. A fatigue detail was given the gruesome duty of burying the smashed, many of whom wore Venture League uniforms. Not a living pirate dared show his face around the surrounding hills, they were likely reforming to renew the fight. Meilin wandered to the colonel’s side, still pasty with fright, shaking every time she looked at the gravediggers. “D-do you think they’ll attack again, sir?” “Either that or starve us out. In either case it’s quite probable that they’ll win. Though next time I can assure you it will be night.” He turned away in disgust.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
The regimental doctor stood knee-deep in red snow in the hospital tent, attending as fast as possible to each wounded man’s needs. He called to the colonel and informed him that one of the new recruits wished to have a word. The young soldier lay on his back, a gaping wound in his chest. “He wants to see you, sir.” The doctor said, shaking his head solemnly as he moved on to the next man. The colonel knelt by the young man’s side. “C-colonel?”
“I’m here.”
The soldier’s lips twitched, “T-tell, m-m-mother… Brave-augh!” A paroxysm of pain gripped him, his head falling back limply. That twisted face became his death-mask. The colonel stood. This, this was the face of war. The rest of that day passed without alarm, the night was quiet, too quiet, the colonel thought. The pirates must have decided to starve them out. Darkness had already fallen the next day when a volley of maelstrom arm cannons sounded from the other side of the hills. “prepare to receive the enemy!” The colonel caught up his rifle and hurried to the wall. Hooves pounded in the direction of the far away Nexus Force base. Could it be? “Don’t shoot!” Yelled a familiar voice. “TwoEdge!” “Alright, it’s me, don’t put any holes in me.” TwoEdge said as the five horses broke through the snow wall, staggering into the firelight. They were safe. “Thank God you’re back in one piece!” The colonel rushed to his side. “Amen.” TwoEdge could barely stand from exhaustion. “You fool! Why did you ride ahead of the relief force?” The smile faded from the Lieutenant’s lips. “I didn’t. There is no relief force.” All within earshot stopped abruptly as TwoEdge shook his head. The colonel mechanically removed his hat and raked his fingers through his hair. “Palomar wouldn’t send any?” he finally asked. “None.” “Did he give a reason?” The colonel asked as he loosened his sabre. “Not any real ones. He said that since you’d gotten yourself into this position, it was your responsibility to get back out.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
“He said that I’d gotten us into this position?” The colonel laughed bitterly, “Oh yes, indeed. It’s a new hobby of mine, prancing off every now and then to random villages to inquire after ghostly regiments. Quite enjoyable.” He turned away. TwoEdge staggered after his friend. “I did get his permission to leave the bridge, I suppose that’s something.” “Something?” The colonel kept walking. “Yes, it’s something. It’s also a little late. Of course, that’s what Palomar had likely hopped for. There’s no doubt in it any longer, Edge. He’s trying to either ruin or smash me.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Cool.
Which element was your strongest? 
Were elements the weapons the character used? I don't remember what they were if not.
The suspense is smashing me!
*the people scramble around for the line* 
