rlandis
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Post by rlandis on May 29, 2011 16:32:31 GMT -5
Scorpion in the Milk Jar
- The man gave a poor muffled shout, his protest was put to rest at the feel of the blade. Anger taking over surprise, the man began to stiffen. When finally allowed to speak he nearly spit his words. - "He is the Sword of Segial, a man from the islands of the South. To me, is just another warlord with an army. . . He works for Fernan. . . Though the word in the tavern has it that he would be better then Lord Fernan. I think we would just trade a warlord for another. . . He will most likely be found with Fernan in his court. . . In the North, doing what warlords do best, killing people. Last I heard he was attacking the lands of Alphonse. . . Now let me go, damn barbarian rat. . .
- Machucar left the man go with just a nod, his mind more set to business then harassing this man. Nearly at once he made way to the North. . . He would find Fernan's army, doing what armies did best at the time. . . Looting and strong arming the local towns around the castle of the late Alphonse.
- Machucar, in classic fashion, made straight for the castle. . . Only to be thrown off the steps by strong armed guards who were quick to call him a desert rag rat. Thinking to himself, Machucar knew he lacked the current power to enter court, and these Segial barbarians would not believe him on his status in the Horde. He knew he would have to see the Daimyo in less. . . Honest ways.
- Chapters of the Rising moon and Setting sun - The Daimyo, who was busy drowning out the words of his right hand man ramble about Island Pride and Northern barbaric ways with the sound of his own shamisen music, was caught unaware by the entrance of the first scout. At once the reports came flooding in from Scout after Scout, each coming in at strange hours of the night. The two weeks went by fast, a bit too fast for the Daimyo's enjoyment.
- Armed with this new knowledge, the daimyo understood his enemy a bit better. These were true knights, their armies did not follow a single banner unless rallied to do such by a noble cause. Chapters, Orders, Houses, Circles and Guilds held the majority of the swords. Knightly orders would commonly ride out to meet the barbarians who would cross the mountains into Segial. The Northern lands of Tol'leonith were dotted with more castles then all of Segial combined. Yes the land was divided, but this caused to be its benefit, each castle. . . Each army, each lord, could function without the other and keep the Northern Border under full control. . . They could also be the bane of any invader, domestic or foreign.
- Chapters of the Rising moon and setting sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar.
- The Daimyo was prepared to meet another scout, but the entrance to his tent was invaded by a powerful looking man. Too tall and noble looking, looking more warrior then scout, the man gave himself away by looks alone to be a man of the Desert. His gaze went back and forth from the Daimyo and his right hand man. . . His words were given a thick accent but they were still clear to understand in the common tongue of Segial. "Which one of you is the Daimyo?"
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Post by arathos on May 30, 2011 9:26:00 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar
The Daimyo regarded the stranger, carefully considering whether or not to identify himself. Not just yet, he decided. "You are a warrior of the desert, north of here and beyond Tol'leonith, are you not? What business do you have here with this army?"
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Post by modnardaystue on May 30, 2011 11:51:48 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar "Yes I am. My name is Machucar, Chief of the Quiemar Clan, Commander of the Golden Horde, and El'Alein; the Chief of None. I come to you because I need the use of your army to wipe Clan Machucar from the face of this world. The cowards have broken all bonds of honor and manhood by attacking my clan at night without warning or provocation. They must pay for these crimes."
Machucar looks at the Daimyo and at the other man, the looks on their faces contemplative and questioning.
"While I'm thinking about it, your camp needs less drunks guarding the perimiter. I snuck by three of them as they were about to fall over in a stupor. Also, you need a way to distinguish soldiers from random people. I walked right through your camp and nobody looked twice."
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Post by arathos on May 30, 2011 20:12:03 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar
The Daimyo nodded, and took his seat. "I am the Daimyo of the Army of the Wayward. My apologies; Fernan's troops are not as diligent and disciplined as I would prefer. As we are a mercenary company, I assume you are here to hire us to help you wreak your revenge upon these enemies?"
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Post by modnardaystue on May 30, 2011 21:28:13 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising moon and Setting sun
"If I had the money to hire you I'd hire you in a heartbeat. As it stands right now I have my weapons and the clothes on my back. I'm willing to fight for your company until my debt is paid, however I suggest quick action because Clan Machado has always stolen my Clans ideas and sold them as their own. If I know them like I think I do then they will invade as soon as they can."
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Post by arathos on May 30, 2011 21:58:32 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar
The Daimyo considered, and looked to Kukun who nodded, and walked outside. Soon, the tramp of feet circling the tent, slowly but steadily, could be heard. "My apologies; I must ensure no one is listening to us. I am aware that you desert people do not value gold or silver as much as food and horses, but there is a solution I have in mind. You know your enemy's banner and symbol, yes? Fernan's men are drunk, and as you've seen, easily bypassed. We shall make a banner that looks like your rival's. You will kill Fernan and plant this standard in his corpse. This will be your up-front payment. I will rally the men, and we shall go forth to 'avenge' his death with our new ally, the sworn enemy of his murderer. I will place you in command of Fernan's cavarly. We shall defeat your foe and reinstall you as chieftain. As final payment, provide me with a company of your skilled horses, and some of your furs and rations so my army may fight in the winters as well as the summers, and swear a friendship with me, that we shall defend each other after this is over. Does this sound agreeable to you?"
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Post by xenocide on Jun 1, 2011 17:25:41 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
Xen sat in the private room at the back of the tavern, a small feast in front of him. Across the table sat Kas, chewing away at a piece of steak. The tavern was an incredibly well built place, ran by an elderly woman. It was a stone building that, from the outside, looked like it barely had four rooms. It was resting up against a mountainside, however, and extended into the mountainside for roughly another ten to twelve rooms. Xen and Kas had stayed in the tavern for going on three days now, making preparations to ‘observe’ the dark elf army.
Xen eyed Kas, who was still eating. Xen’s senses told him that Kas wasn’t just what he had made himself out to be. Xen had originally confronted Kas about the man Sundered Heart, but Kas had barely spoke about him when the camp they were in fell to the dark elves. Xen had slain the Dark elf commander, right in front of over half his troops, while Kas had gotten himself out. The commanding officer had not been of high rank, but seeing an authority figure taken down in one blow will shock anyone.
It had been a simple matter, really. He was a dark elf, and as such, had been taken directly to the commander. He needn't worry about being attacked. The one occasion he was attacked it was from a human, and he easily put that man down.
after a short discussion with the commander about why he was there and thanking him for setting him free, the commander offered him a handshake. taking the man's hand in his, Xen easily pulled the man onto Xen's dagger. The troops around Xen, stricken for just a moment by what had happened, gave Xen the chance he needed to escape. And what could they do? send a party to look for a dark elf that had killed another dark elf? that would work oh so well.
Kas, finishing his meal at Drake’s expense, looked at the dark elf, studying him. This was no ordinary person, his body showed to be lithe, but strong. Much like Kas, the difference being Kas wasn't strong, as much as he was more like whipcord He needed the pressure in the right places in order to hit hard. "Drake's" mind also seemed to tumble and turn much like a snake in battle.. "Foreshadowing?" Kas offhandedly wondered alloud. As to "Drake's" profession, Kas had several ideas.
"What was that?" Xen asked
“Nothing, you want to know of Sundered Heart, you said. Why my 'friend?'” Kas asked, wiping the corner of his mouth on a napkin.
“I wish to meet the man. From what I have heard, he is as skilled with a blade as I am. I wish to find out if this is true and, if possible, see if I can pay him to help with a task I have assigned.” Xen replies.
“So you track down another.. Minstrel.. In order to try and get information on one such as Sundered Heart? I suppose if any man would know they would have to be a weaver of tales. Though He'd not work for the dark elves.” Kas says, ringing a bell to call for a waitress.
“I don’t work for the Dark Elves. You could say I work for someone who wishes them to fall.” Xen sits back in his chair, eyeing Kas. How could this man know so much about someone else?
“And you Could say that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, But who ever said that Dark Elves are the enemy of Sundered Heart?” Xen froze for an instant as Kas eyed Drake noting his visible weaponry and the way his clothes hung denoting a high possibility of weapons hidden beneath the surface.. Or maybe... Vials? Kas waved away the look of shock. "Don't worry, he's no love for the drow threatening a vast takeover." kas leans in. "What do you wish to know?"
Xen smiles mischievously. “Everything.”
Kas was certain that Drake wasn’t the man’s name. He had heard of this man before. He was certain, he found an Assassin, but who had Sundered Heart crossed to warrant and draw the attention of an Assassin...
Xen sighs, looking at Kas. "Let me be honest with you. You seem to know far more than you want me to know. I was payed to assassinate some of the higher ranking officials in the Dark Elf army. To sow some discontent, if you will. A task that I feel im more than able to accomplish. However, I have heard many tales of the man Sundered Heart. I wish to not only work with him on this mission, but I also has a proposition for future work for him, if he is indeed as good as the stories say." Xen looks up as the serving girl enters. "Ah, here you are" He says, looking at her. "I would like some fresh water, as for my companion-" he pauses and looks at kas.
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Post by reigneer on Jun 1, 2011 21:16:05 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
"Wine. A sweet white wine would be prefered." Kas answered waving an aknowledgement to the server. Kas waited for her to leave and the door to shut soundly. "As you well know..Drake, I am a minstrel, I tell many tales and each one holds a certain truth to them. It's up to you to discern the fact from the fiction... Are you prepared to hear the tale of Sundered Heart?"
Xen rested back propping up his legs. "I've the time."
"Sundered Heart was actually the name of a bardic song, the tale of two lovers, Isa and Sundered Heart. His heart was shattered when it was learned they were not only related, but related to his uncle, her father, whom he swore vengence upon and was set to kill. As a boy, he was such a loving person, it changed when his innocence was robbed of him along with his mother, his heritage, and nearly his life. This was done none other than by Sundered Heart's uncle, or her father. Sundered Heart's family had a cursed blood flowing through them.. They were known as "Were-creatures" Sundered Heart on a stormy night set out to do the deed... He succeded, people said wolves were fighting through the streets. Isa came through the streets blazoning a firey silver dagger for slaying the beasts. Sundered Heart won his fight, Isa none the wiser, She swung at him. He let out a cry and bit deep into her.. And thats what brings the true tradgedy. At that precise moment, Sundered Heart realized she would not survive. For they were not of the same blood. She was adopted. Sundered Heart seized the void of power his father's death had created, remodled the city, and made it a beautiful place.. But lost everything he held dear to do so."
Kas waited to let the story sink in.
Xen sets his hands on the table, "You expect me to believe he is some were-creature from a place I've never even heard of? I truely doubt that."
"No. I'm telling you this for its importance. This is a tragic tale, for anyone to take that as a name would speak of a great tradgedy within their own life. The corruption of themselves. Sundered Heart's feats of stregnth and skill come at a great cost to himself. His right arm under his clothing forinstance... The latest rumor was that he slayed a patrol of three guards with little effort, and then he paraded around as a mecenary for hire. But it leaves a heavy tax on his body. His right arm is wrapped in badages, several tiny splints put in place for mobility. His ribs, cracked and sprained. His curse.. His mind pushes when his body cannot."
The server came back with the refreshments, her blouse a nice red, the wine a brisk white, and the water fresh enough you could almost smell the stream.
"good, I'm parched" Xen stated taking the water and dismissing the server. "Thank you," Kas said taking the glass smiling broadly "Here is where it gets fun!"
Kas donned his mask pointing a finger in the sky,
"Sundered Heart has the stregnth of ten men! Took on whole squads of troops by himself without a weapon and instead used the enemies weapons against them! Sundered Heart appears where there is strife, often his tales are of tradgedies and the follies of man. His mask, a city being engulfed in flames by a rising sun, a testiment to downfall, and the rising of something new. A symbol of violent change and the undoing of the common view of society! Just as quickly as he appears, he disappears and no one can find him again. The Sundered Heart of this time seems much like the Sundered Heart of history. He does what he see's as needed, no matter the cost. And ultimately, the cost is reflected upon himself. He's ready for the prices. Or at least believes that." Kas paused lost in thought and unmoving..
"This guy could go on just hearing himself talk. Then again, he talks as though its from experiance..." Xen thought to himself
Kas removed his mask, a somber look upon his face. "Do remember though," Kas continued after a few moments becoming quite serious compared to his happy go lucky normaility, "This is purely the stories and tales, you have to sort out the truth behind it. If there is any to be sorted, I'm a minstrel, truth is a variable."
"If that is the case, do you know where he is?, How do I find him?" Xen asked, sipping his water.
"You don't." Kas replied curtly. He then smiled and the happy go lucky look reappeared on his face. "But don't worry, word on the street says he is going to making a performance on the street tomorrow, I'm sure you can catch him there, I know I intend to try to at the very least. Perhaps you can meet me on the square?"
Xen drank the rest of his water as Kas took his leave.
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Post by xenocide on Jun 1, 2011 22:07:12 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
Xen finished his water, and sat the glass down. Damnit! He thinks to himself. He wasn't much closer to finding Sundered Heart than he was before. And even if he did, the guy was goddamned mental! Unless, of course, that was just the story....And what of this Kas? he wondered to himself. He spoke so emotionally of it, even for a minstral. and he said the current one favored his left arm, and was Kas not favoring his left when he ate? at the very least, he was quite clumsy with it. The next morning came early. Xen was up and gone at dawn, and so was Kas it seemed. putting out the expense to buy him a room and buy the innkeeper's eyes was worth it. Heading into town bright and early wasn't an option for Xen- dark elves in an uncontrolled city was horrible at this point. Even though they where naturally malicious, this war had taken its toll on the people's tenative trust. But the town did have its share of buildings, and there was a church on the square, or so he was told.
Xen entered the town barely an hour after sunup. entering was, of course, the easy part. climing a roof on the edge of town, Xen dashed down the length of it and jumped- using a little magic to enhance his strength. This was the first time he had tapped his reserves since he had assassinated the king, and a sudden warmth flowed through him.
clearing the twenty foot gap in a single leap, he ran to the next roof and did it again- only this time with less magic. That was the best part about the type of magic he used- the longer you used it, the less he consumed. the downfall was that the longer he used it, the more he needed to use it. As Xen landed from the last jump (landing him on the church by the square) he left his magic drain from his body. Feeling a momentary weakness, he stumbles, tumbleing on the roof before catching his feet again.
Once he had caught his breath, Xen pulled out a length of rope. wrapping it around the edge of the roof, he swung down to the ground un front of the back door to the church. Tossing his rope onto the roof, he enters the church.
Once inside, he heads straight to the priest. After talking with him and showing the papers showing his nobility, he is shown to the top of the church, to the bellroom. he is then left alone, as even a priest doesn't want to be seen with a dark elf.
After running back along the roof to get his rope and placing it in his pack, he sits by the bell, earplugs in hand, and waits...
At roughly 10 AM, He sees Kas enter the square. The bard looks around and, seeing something, heads off in the opposite direction of the church. Xen, smiling, waits for his return.
At around eleven, Kas returnes. feeling he was safe watching no more, he exits the bellroom, leaves the church, and finds Kas.
Today, it would be seem, was going to be interesting.
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Post by modnardaystue on Jun 2, 2011 14:15:21 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar
"It does, but I would also like land on this side of the mountains for my people, if any remain alive, to settle so that we can survive. The desert is failing, even the hardiest of beasts and plants are falling over dead. In exchange for the land we'll train some of your men in our ways as well as defend the border from raids and invasions. Think on it while I prepare."
Machucar then turned and left the tent and walked around the camp. A little thievery from the drunker of the men and some borrowing of sewing materials later, he had a decent replica of the Machado banner. He wrapped it around a spear and carried it with him to the side of a tent where he sat down and watched Fernan's tent and surrounding area for any signs of weakness.
There were many drunks and whores milling around and some particularly loud people in the tents. "If this is how it's going to be at night then I'll have no problems." He quietly told himself.
As the day wore on the people got drunker and rowdier. As night fell many sought their tents, some with and some without company. Around Midnight all that could be heard was the thunderous snoring of scores of drunken men asleep in a stupor.
Machucar silently stood up and pulled his Portada up to veil the lower half of his face. He then avoided the patrol around Fernan's tent and snuck inside.
The tent smelled of alcohol, unwashed bodies, human waste, and whores. Machucar was glad for his training and wasted no time in forcing himself to ignore the smells and find Fernan. The man wasn't hard to find, he seemed to snore as loud as all of his men. Machucar readied the spear with his enemy's banner and stalked up to Fernan. Halfway across the tent he tripped on something and became tangled in something.
"Stop Fernan, I'm not in the mood." It turned out there was a woman sleeping on the floor of Fernan's tent. She awoke as Machucar finished untangling himself from her dress and blanket. Rolling over she saw the glint from the polished stell spear point and screamed like an eagle diving at a hare.
Machucar hit her in the side of the head just hard enough to knock her unconcsious, but it was too late, Fernan woke up and a guard poked his head in the tent. Machucar was quick as he sent the spearpoint through Fernan's neck and spine. There was a sighing gurgle as Fernan died. Machucar then quickly turned towards the guard, just in time to avoid being killed by a stab with his sword, which pierced Machucar's left shoulder. Machucar readied a spear and made a few experimental attacks towards the guard, each one was met with an expert parry and counterattack.
Machucar realized he was fighting for his life when he deflected a thrust from the guard and tackled the man out into the camp proper. The two exchanged more blows and wounds until near sunrise, Machucar's world was starting to turn black around the edges as he threw a handful of dirt into the eyes of the guard and stabbed the guard in the head with the butt of his spear, incapacitating the guard and giving Machucar the opening to flee that he needed. When he was safely in the shadows he heard a patrol calling for more guards and checking in Fernan's tent. More calls for guards followed and soon Machucar was in the tent of the Daimyo again, nearly dead from bleeding. The warning bells were sounding in full force now and Machucar put down his veil.
"Fernan is dead."
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Post by arathos on Jun 2, 2011 20:28:38 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun
The group of them looked over to the barbarian as he rushed inside. The Daimyo nodded and motioned to two of his trusted council. Chen and Vallus escorted Machucar behind the changing screen and gave him supplies to clean and dress his wounds before rejoining the Daimyo at his strategy table. Moments later, one of Fernan's commanders burst into the room with the Northern Fox and a battered looking guard.
"Sir! Fernan is dead, murdered in his pavillion by one of the barbarians from the northern deserts!"
"It is true, Daimyo. Clearly they fear a united Segial; with the country as one, the barbarous nomads would be powerless against us. These desert rats live only to steal and terrorize the people of this land, and must be stopped. They feared Fernan's power, and now think to cut off the head of the snake, and so destroy the body."
The Daimyo calmly put down his pointer, and walked around the table towards the three. "Fernan has many enemies; surely this is a ploy? Could the nomads truly strike this far into our lands?"
"This one here saw him, sir!" the commander thrust forward the guard, who was nursing a bleeding brow and black eye. "He watched the murder with his own eyes!"
"It's true," the guard offered after nodding. "I saw a desert nomad clutching a spear with the banner of his tribe, and he plunged it right into Fernan's throat before coming at me. He didn't just end Fernan's life, he wanted it clear who should be held responsible. His message was plain to me: fear the nomads, for they strike down even our mightiest!"
The Daimyo raised an eyebrow. "You let the assassin escape?"
"Sir...sir he was incredibly-"
"This one is drunk, but not as drunk as Fernan's other guards. Am I mistaken?"
"The majority of Fernan's men were merrymaking, sir," the commander started, "but we are an army camped in victory. It's not unusual for-"
"Enough of this. Your clumsiness and lack of discipline has ruined this army's victory, and cost us our strong leader. I will not tolerate failures of this magnitude if we are to campaign for victory. The people responsible for this must be punished. Kukun, take the Northern Fox and round up the commanders of the late Fernan's army, and his personal guard." The order was carried out immediately, and the stunned soldier and guard were ushered out, soon joined by their comrades. It was nearly an hour later when the entirety of both Fernan's army and the Army of the Wayward were assembled around the makeshift camp where the guilty parties were held. The Daimyo stood upon a set of crates to address the army as a whole. "These men have failed in their duties and their vigilance to this army, and have cost it dearly. As Fernan's right hand and most trusted advisor, it falls to me to discipline those responsible for his murder. The officers have shamed themselves and their rank by this failure to duty, and shall be allowed to commit seppuku, the traditional death of those in Tadati that are charged with service to a lord and dishonor themselves by failing. The death restores their honor by their self-sacrifice." The horrified officers listened, stunned, by the pronouncement that they would be "allowed" to end their own lives. "Those that refuse shall be exiled to the deserts north of this country, to live with those that share their honor, not to return on pain of death. The rest of the men shall be flogged; each is to recieve 50 lashes for his failure. The sole exception shall be the single warrior who tried to save Fernan. For honorably defending his master, but still failing to watch the entrance properly, he shall be sentenced to 10 lashes." With that, the soldiers of the Army of the Wayward ensured that the sentences were carried out. New officers from within the army took control of the companies and divisions left absent by the newly exiled or executed officers, and the word was given to pack the gear and move out by sunrise.
That night, before they left, the Daimyo held audience with his advisors and a recuperating Machucar. "My friends, we have taken this army and its conquests for ourselves. Soon we shall unite the remainder of this land under our banner, and then we can see to the prosperity and security of its people. We must be vigilant, and drill these drunkards and theives into a proper army. The Northern Fox, along with our new ally here, shall see to that." With that he moved to the map on the table. "As you requested, Chief Machucar, you shall be given a section of land here, beside the passes. It is not tremendously large, but it holds, like much of Segial, rich pastures and fields for crops and grazing, and can support many more than can live there comfortably. You will allow me to build and maintain a stronghold to guard the pass, but you shall aid us and may always pass freely through it. The lands here shall be yours to rule for your people; so long as there is peace between us, our borders shall exist on paper only. I shall build no wall to separate your lands from the rest of the kingdom I have taken for myself. Once you are well, and your wounds have healed, I will give you a horse and spears so you may fight with us against your enemies."
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Post by modnardaystue on Jun 2, 2011 22:20:07 GMT -5
Scorpion in the Milk Jar
"Tank you Daimyo. I want that guard who tried to defend Fernan as one of the first I train in the ways of my people. He's an unbelievable fighter, but lacks grace with a sword. I believe he would be more attuned to a spear.
As for my recovery, a few days rest and I'll be fit to travel. If you decide to train first then we need to move this army to a more defensible position that would be too good to leave unattacked and build hidden defenses, anything too obvious will fail."
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rlandis
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Post by rlandis on Jun 4, 2011 10:37:12 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting sun/Scorpion in the Milk Jar
- It was not long after the death of Fernan that the first reports rolled in. . . Tol'eonith had rallied to a quest. Chapters, Oders, and Knightly Orders set on the march. . . All the reports lead to one message. . . They were to meet the Horde head on.
- The Daimyo, who was just getting ready to dismiss his war council, found himself almost tackled by the ecstatic Commander Leu'tion, the Northern Fox. The Fox, with a wide grin made even more exaggerated by his thin mustache, spoke in his normal thick Nordill accent. "Zey are coming. Ze' Horde an ze' Tol'eonith!"
- After a quick and rough display with just a map and his hand, the Northern Fox pointed out to the Daimyo and their New Nomad ally, where the two forces would most likely meet head on. It was a few days march away, if they pressed out within two days, they could beat both armies there. The Horde was fast, but the number of villages and cities would slow them down. As for the Knightly Orders, they would go only as fast as the Ox carts could pull their wagons of Heavy Armor and great weapons. The Daimyo was pressed with the issue, how to organize the camp and get the army ready to march. . . But he had heard darker news as well. . . Reports had finally came in that Pontik, a Strong Kingdom to the North, had fallen to the Dark Elven Empire. . . All that stood between the Dark Elves and the Segial would be the savage orc infested lands of the great Foot Hills. Once more, a report that nearly made Kukun turn pale, they were using the dead as soldiers.
- Commander Leu'tion, on the news that the Barony States and his own Country of Nordill would soon be under threat of the Dark Elven blade, became fidgety and stressed. While the War of the North was with the Dark Elves, the War of the South was clearly against this united Horde. The Northern Fox was quick to double his number of spies and scouts, nearly holding a whole brigade of contacts for the spies. Constant news from the North would be as quick and rapid as humanly passable. . . But the Fox was worried even that was not fast enough.
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- The Great Quest, that is all Urth could think about. His hand, in a habit, easily swung the great warhammer back and forth with ease. The Bear of a Man, known as Urth the Lion Knight of Tol'eonith, lead the army from the front of the column. He was not decorated in his normal thick heavy armor, and his horse was not his infamous black warhorse. Instead, he held only his weapon and had only his travel gear at the ready. His warhorse was behind the lines with the other great steed, being taken care by the squires. Instead, the great bear rode on a pony. The army was much the same, it was not their tradition to march with armor, they were men of honor and held themselves at all times to a code of conduct. This Code proved to be their only weakness on the battle, as head long charges was the favored tactic. . . It also did not help the speed of marching. Though, what they lacked in great tactics or speed, they more then made up for in their brute force on the battlefield. . . It took a special kind of person to hold a charge from a fully barded Warhorse and a fully plated Knight.
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Post by rlandis on Jun 4, 2011 10:49:44 GMT -5
- The Dark Chapters
- Pontik was soon cleared by the newly promoted General Anethra. The undead warbands were pushed out or put to the sword and soon the Kingdom of Pontik looked like more Dark Elven the human. Thousands of years of Human history were erased in just a matter of weeks by the Dark Elven Army. . . Great deconstruction and reconstruction projects took place. The Armies under General Kelissith soon moved on to the border of Foltuk. Patrols, raids, and warbands began to harass the poor country side. It was clear the Dark Elven Army was not going to waste their full support on taking the small kingdom of Foltuk. Instead, the great war machine of the Dark Elves began to prepare. . . The Barony states and the Savage foot hills hung under the shadow of the Dark Empire. Though, General Kelissith was a bit of a piss at times, he was not stupid. He knew the High General under the King would not be pleased by a two front war. . . Not unless he could secure the great weapons. . . It was time to press the Master Magician. . . It was time he finally got his weapons.
- Dispatching a single Force under the command of newly promoted General Tzats. The Master of Calvary took to his calling and had his force move out into Foltuk. This was not warfare most were use to, quick raids and lightning fast full force attacks took town after town. It was not long after that the Prince of Foltuk found his new home under pressure.
Of Greed and Kings
- The Prince held court more often, but his war council was held every night. The Dark Elves have yet to fully devote their full force, this Commander Tzats proved to be the pain of the Prince. Time after time the Prince's army was too late or out maneuvered by the Master of Calvary. . . It was clear to the Prince what had to be done. . . He needed to removed the Commander quickly. . . And he knew the right people to do it.
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rlandis
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FOR THE EMPIRE!
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Post by rlandis on Jun 5, 2011 15:14:36 GMT -5
((Updated Kingdoms of Tor'ilith and Pontik on the front page and updated the map.)) Attachments:
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