Now this has truly been long in coming. I do apologize for the wait, this cliffhanger no doubt soured into disappointment, and I don't blame you. I'm upset with myself that I let so much of life get in the way of this story and others. It just all piled up and got me down, but no longer. I have returned with more story to tell so without further adieu (Hope you enjoy)...
"In order to realize the worth of the anchor,
we need to feel the stress of the storm." ~Corrie Ten Boom
Chapter VII
STEAM ROSE IN the frigid morning air from the packed rows of horsemen. The regimental flag fluttered in a strong breeze, making the embroidered soldier leap and dodge as though he were alive himself. The south wall had been leveled in the night, their tents lay smoldering in a huge fire. Thick clouds diffused the sunlight into a brilliant red glory which spanned the horizon in colors so vibrant no painter could do it justice.
The colonel rode slowly along the front of his regiment, followed three paces back by his Lieutenant Colonel. He passed each file silently, looking down the ranks at the expectant horsemen. Reaching the left flank he turned, “Men of the 7th,” He spoke clearly so all could hear, “Today we will fight. I won’t disguise our position. As you know, over those hills is an army of stromlings. We fought them once and were victorious, now we must do it again.”
As he spoke he rode once more across the regiment’s front. Gradually quickening his pace. “We are no longer duty-bound to protect this bridge. Today we ride to the hill upon which we camped on our march here. It is defensible and we should be able to hold out as long as our food lasts.”
Trotting he neared the right flank. Rising in the stirrups he drew his sword. “No help comes from camp. We are alone.” His voice rose steadily higher, gaining power as he neared the end of the line. “It is up to the 7th alone to win this day. Who will follow me to victory?”
For a moment, there was silence, heavy, bitter silence. As though by a common will a mighty shout swelled from the crowded ranks, ”WE ARE!” Each one screamed, raising their rifles skyward. “WE WILL FOLLOW TO THE DEATH!!”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Firstly I'd like to thank you all for your patience, not only with the story progress but also for putting up with me. All my non-story comments I've read I sound so incredibly uptight, and judging by how little justice I did the submitted characters, I'll also be thanking you for tolerating my state of utter obliviousness.
Secondly, because I see how poorly I took care of your characters, with the possible exceptions of Meilin, and because I spotted some inconsistencies in the story versus fan-canon material (Like how TwoEdge Jian isn't much like TwoEdge himself), I'm going to reboot it. This way I can give special attention to your characters instead of saying rubbish like "they're mine now to do with them what I want, mwahahahahaha!"-Paraphrased.
Also auditions are still open if you're a new reader, this thread will be the audition submission thread from now on.
Thank you, and keep on bricking!
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
I'm sad to see progress seems to have stopped. 
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