Because 1 Rp per great battle is never enough.
The Imperial Banner
With men surging around him and blood running in between the cobble upon which he stood Aldrakar drank in the nighmarrish vista and it burned into his mind. Bodies lay everywhere, dark crimson sprayed onto homes and drenched the city walls. As he took a step and then another he nearly tripped over a severed arm sporting a mangled hand.
Dogs were howling, barking and a desperate few of them, with ribs showing, gnawing on corpses with mad eyes full of glee. A heavy frown making way for resolution as it conquered his face. Aldrakar climbed a pile of crates and leaned against an Asylonian banner that stood on top of it. He gripped it with both hands and gave a great heave under which he roared his lungs out. Casting the banner aside it soon vanished under the boots of many Lurian soldiers.
''You! hand me that banner!'' He shouted to one of the Emperor's standard carriers. The Aquila of Luria Golden upon a field of Azure and Cherry Red. It was shrouded with shadows but the large braziers at the Main Gate of Giask provided enough light to give it a nasty glow.
Seeing the Soldiers like a river all around him and the pile of crates like a rock he planted the Imperial Lurian Banner where before stood the Asylonian. Wood splintered and holding the shaft with one hand Aldrakar closed his eyes as the nighttime wind tugged at his dark golden hair.
