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by Drako11 on Wed May 20, 2009 2:05 pm
Ard Ri's Calvalry/ Emerlis
"Their right there sir, scouts found the camp not two hours ago, nobody saw us." An elven knight pointed out the hazy dark shadow of the Ghost Wolves' encampent to the Ard Ri. The Lord and five other knights all clad in lightweight black clothing lay on the peak of a rise over looking the valley where their foe's were camped. The village of tents spread out along the valley were easy to spot, by the smoldering remains of cooking fires. They were about ten leagues from the castle Emerlis, just inside the Dara' Lis borders, the Ard Ri smiled this would be an easy battle. About two leagues from the camp a large stand of trees could be seen arcing in a sort of half moon on the camps left side, the Ard Ri knew there was a sacred elven spot there in the woods, but thought nothing of killing so close to holy ground. Besides the trees would slow down anyone trying to flee to the side allowing his calvalry to catch up and finish them off.
Withdrawing from the hill down to their grazing horses the scouting party and their Lord mounted, and trotted off silently at a wave from the Ard Ri. Back with the main force of knights, the Ard Ri dismounted and began pulling on his white armour, covered in black cloth to mask it in the dark. "We will move silently gentleman, I will take four hundred strong to the tents directly in front of us, Flor'din you will take the rest around to the other side. We will attack on my command, a flaming arrow above the camp." Flor'din, the current second in command of the mission, nodded and motioning to the already armored knights moved off into the dark. The Ard Ri listened as they disappeared, only the occasional squeak or nicker giving away their presence. Finally fully garbed in his armor the elven Lord mounted and motioned to his own group as he kicked his stallion into a trot.
Over the rise the four hundred knights krept, till they were a meer three hundred yard outside the camp, a short charge for the stout elven steeds. Giving his second in command time to correctly position his forces the Ard Ri sat stiffling a slight yawn. Finally after twenty minutes he could stand it no longer. Signalling to a knight holding a bow laden with an oil soaked cloth bound arrow, he watched as sparks flew from flint and steel lighting the mass that in turn was quickly launched into the air above the camp. "CHARGE!!!," the yell of the elven Lord sounded and was quickly picked up by his men as they pounded across the expanse into the rebel camp, their actions quickly mimicked by the force across the expanse of tents. Left and right the knights hacked chopping down tents and the occasional elf who had been relieving himself in the dark. Sparks flew from the smoldering fires, kicked up by the war horses, and lit tents ablaze. The knights circled and wheeled dealing destruction everywhere possible to crush the enemy.
Ard Ri's Foot Soldiers/Dara' Lis Territory
Captain Faur' lor sat with a group of officers around a fire, munching on marching rations, and wishing he were back home in a warm bed with his wife rather then leading the Ard Ri's force to aid the Dara' Lis. They were situated two leagues outside the Dara' Lis castle, sheltering in a stand of pines, having marched double time the whole way prefering to arrive early then anger the Ard Ri with tardiness. The only problem was there had been no sign of Lord Eckert's forces, Faur' lor guessed they were marching at a slower pace having to move an entire army. He prayed that army would not arrive until the Dara' Lis forces had assembled and the Ard Ri had arrived to lead them all. If they were attacked the Captain had no doubt both the Dara' Lis and his forces would be over run, as the partly assembled Dara' lis army and his forces would be totally outnumbered. What had the Dara' Lis Lord been thinking assembling his forces so late!? They may all pay for the blunder in the end....
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