The OOC is located here if you would like to join: Blood Heroes, OOCHe looked up to the sky, and for a moment the world faded. The crashing and screaming of the Abandoned against the walls of the grande city of Nor disappeared away for the moment. He gazed up as the clouds that rolled over in their pale blue sea, and a single bird flew freely amongst the world. It was then the tear appeared in the corner of his eye, and trickled down his tanned and worn skin over his appearing wrinkles, to reach his jaw. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, his head still tilted up to the world above him. Silence and peace overtook his ever wandering mind, and for those few seconds, he knew forgiveness and love.
Slowly he brought his head back down to face the reality one more time, and with another breath he opened his eyes and looked upon his men while they stood atop the kingdom’s walls. A constant twang of bows and crossbows were heard while the massive number of archers stood by, raining arrows and easily dismantling undead. It would have been easier had they not continued to come in waves of incomparable size. Where were they coming from? They needed a platoon of warriors to give ease to the archers who hadn’t had a break for a day and a half now, calluses on their fingers and blood dripping down their arrows, and unfortunately it has been the Commanders small army that had been chosen.
The city itself hung with wails and cries from women and children, a faint smoke clinging in the air. The outside of the city bore no more green plants or trees, all burned to ash and overcovered with undead corpes and the stench of rot itself. The glimmering city of Nor was overcast in grey.
They were scared, but so was he. To deny this would have been a dishonor, and they could not hide the thing griping at their soul, but they had no choice. “Will you fight?!” He suddenly said, his voice becoming loud with command. His men grew silent under his strong gaze. This brought him to ask again. “Will you fight, I said?!” He shouted loudly this time.
A few of his men went to speak, but one answer over spoke the rest. “We will die…”
His eyes darted to the one who had spoken. “Shame on you!” He barked back angrily. “This will be the battle of our lives! The chance when we can forever be remembered in history for what we do here today, right here, right now. And you would have us remembered as a group of gutless cowards! We have come too far for this!” The commander grabbed one of the men’s shoulders firmly, looking into the rest of their eyes.
“I’ll stay right here and fight for this lost cause! How long have we fought side by side. Have I ever given you reason to not believe?! If you cannot believe in yourselves, for the god’s sakes, believe in me.”
The soldiers began to agree, adrenalin starting to eat away at the gnawing fear. “We are Lions! We are strong!” They started to rise a bit of clamor with cheering. “Will you fight?!” He asked again, a devilish smile appearing on his face. “Will you fight?! Will you tear out their guts, inch by inch, and show these monsters what it is, we can do?!”
“Whoop!” The men started to cheer, while banging their swords against shields or spears on the ground.
“Will you slaughter them?!” The commander asked, raising his hands into the air with half a laugh.
“Whoop whoop!!”“Will you win?!” He finally called out, and as they cheered, he raised his arm upward. Hooking ropes onto the massively thick walls edge, the huge troop of men began to propel down the stone, elves managing crossfire to fend off the undead so they could get down safely. Once reaching the ground, swords began to crash and creatures and men alike began to fall. For now, it seemed the humans were winning.
And the archers fell to their knees, finally in relief for the moment. It had been so hot and hard to breathe with the smoke rising up from the fires and grass that had burned to ash. A few still stood trying to help, but it was obvious by the looks on their faces they needed relief.
Groug leaned on his axe which was buried deep into the ground, and took a long and thick sip of ale. He sat barely 5 feet from the gate, directly in front of it waiting for it to be smashed down. “Yup…just wait for them to come through that gate and BRAGH!” He suddenly shouted, spilling some of his ale from his cup with his hand movement. “Then I go in and show these humans how a dwarf does it!” He commented loudly, slurping the rest of his drink.
Really, Groug had been told he was no longer allowed to watch the battle from his place on the wall next to the archers, mostly because of his screaming and cursing and especially his whooping…that and the two times they had to drag him back up when he halfway fell down the wall from jumping around screaming. Eventually they sent him on his way, and to make up for it he planted himself in front of the City of Nor's main gate, and crinkled his nose as he listened to the rock hard wood creak.