War of Thrones ~ Large Scale Battle (open)

SpringTimeFox · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SpringTimeFox** on Mon Apr 07, 2008 2:28 pm

-Quasim-
Arrows slaughtered the men, piercing flesh in every open space between armor pieces. After the first volley from the sparsely defended wall, the dragon foolishly thought the defenders had underestimated the Shadow Knight strength. Commanding his units forward, the dragon had boasted of a swift victory with the towers. He turned his back for a moment, looking over the heads of his many soldiers, before turning to the city again. Amid the arrows raining down were thousands of black arrows. As five arrows aimed right for the dragon and his mount, he lifted his hand, casting a shield spell to protect himself and the horse. The arrows hit the shield spell and fell to the ground dead. With this new attack, Quasim lifted his sword, reigning his horse back.

"Bring the Ogre Chieftains!" he shouted amid the screams of the dying. "There are orcs in the city!" Realizing no one had heard him, the dragon growled under his breath. Had he been a dragon, the people in front of him would have been burnt to a well done crisp in his anger. Turning his horse, the High Lord spurred his horse onward, bringing him to the Ogre Chieftains following the rear lines. The chieftains were heavyset and powerful, more so than the normal ogres, with splendid armor covering every inch of their bodies. Arrows would bounce harmlessly off the enchanted armor, leaving the chieftains to reign supreme over their ogre grunts. Quasim pointed at the lead ogre with his sword. "You, get to the siege towers and push them forward, there are few ogres left on the battlefield. We have less than fifty feet to go and your armor protects you."

Sneering, the ogre looked up at the dragon. "You think we listen to you? You just sit pretty on horse while your men lose lives over hopeless fight," it snarled, baring its sharp teeth.

Quasim's anger flared. "I am the High Lord Quasim, your commander! Follow my orders or die!" he snarled back.

Lifting to it's feet, the ogre chieftain sneered again, walking past the dragon and his horse. "We do what you say, but not because you say it," he said as he walked away.

The chieftains made their way to the siege towers quickly, putting their shoulders to the bases and pushing. One by one, the towers got to moving. The first tower clanged against the wall as arrows sprayed the ogres pushing them, much to the delight of the creatures. As the tower pushed against the wall, the latched door fell down, revealing a dozen burley minotaur. Snarling, the beasts jumped the startled archers, pouring out even as arrows plunged deep into their hides.

Three other siege towers pressed up against the wall, revealing the same surprise each time. The minotaur stormed the walls, a dozen of them falling to arrows and swords. As they stormed the walls, men and ogres climbed the inside of the towers, headed for the castle walls.

-Kirstana-
Her arrow flew past the siege towers, plunging deep into the heart of a foolish soldier who hadn't worn armor. Notching another arrow, she aimed it for the ogre chieftains pushing the towers. Every arrow let off at them pinged harmlessly off. She finally raised the call. "Dont shoot the ogres! The arrows do nothing, save them!" she shouted, her keen eyes watching the ogres. She noticed a hole in the sheet metal of the tower. Confirming her initial belief, she looked at the other towers. They all seemed to have this flaw. Pulling an arrow from a red bucket, she held it out to an archer. "Light it!" she ordered. The man did so, she notched the arrow, and let it fly into the hole at the base of the tower.

Whatever made the inside of the tower was highly flammable. The timbers used in the scaffolding burst into flame, leaping up the fifty foot towers and bursting out the top. Screams and bellows could be heard from inside. The door on the top flopped forward as burning minotaur surged out, plummeting to their deaths. Reveling in her victory over the towers, Kirstana shot a flaming arrow into the sky.

"The towers have a weakness!" she called, passing the information down the line. As she did so, a tower touched down a few yards from her. Minotaur poured out, causing her to shrink back. Calling for reinforcements, she hastily set fire to the tower's base, hoping to smoke the minotaur out and prevent any further siege from happening. Unfortunately, two more towers touched down and spewed out minotaur.

"Archers, Rally to me!" she shouted, backing away, further along the wall walk. As she did so, she let loose several arrows, sticking them into the shoulders and necks of the vicious bovine beasts.

Nevan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nevan** on Mon Apr 07, 2008 3:05 pm

Tobi who had watched the goings on from the safety of the trees, was slightly nervous "Im glad im not there, it seems safer here." he said smiling to himself with thankfullness that he was to a coward to march head on. Thats when he noticed it, about half a mile from him, he looked towards the sky, and watched as a dark very small and thin line flew through the air. gaining height and speed until Tobi had to look directly up to see it. Then, all of a sudden, it lost height, falling downwards towards him very quickly. "Whats that?" he asked foolishly, watching it fall towards him, but only when it was to late did he notice it was an arrow.

Of cource, from the way he stood most people would have thought the arrow had hit him, but it wasnt the case, as the arrow had not yet. He was leaning backwards slightly, his arms flung out infront of him as he watched the arrow fly towards his face. You may ask, why is he standing like this? well, the awsner is simple.

Tobi's right foot was on it's heel, as the stone beneath him flicked upwards and Tobi began to lean backwards, perhaps what seemed to be a bit to far. As he tripped backwards towards the tree he hit the trunk hard with his back, starting a grunt but never finished it as he slid towards thr ground, hitting his head on the trunk as he did.

Tobi began to close his eyes for he feared what might happen. He sort of made it out before, but only trully realised what happened until he opened them again. The truth was, he tripped backwards on a stone, smashing into the tree and slid towards the floor. The arrow that had been accurately aimed at him was stuck in the trunk, less than an inch above his head. "Oh thank you!" he praised as he got up. Kneeling down with his hands together looking up at the sky "The mighty evil one has trully blessed me with lu-"

Then he noticed three more black lines shooting towards him through the sky. Letting a quick shreak of terror he ran towards the army ranks, there he didnt stand out so much...Unless there was someone up there purposely looking for someone in an orange mask. A few minutes later he was in the middle of the ranks, hiding behind some of the bigger soldiers infront of him as the arrows flew upon them.

The man infront of him stopped slightly, making Tobi bump into the back of him. The man suddenly fell, a trail of blood on the floor and Tobi watched in horror and discust as the man landed on his stoumach side, watching as the arrow forced itself deeper into the man because of his own weight and out the other side. Tobi mimiced throwing up and then moved behind another soldier, only this to happen to him aswell. He then resorted to staying as far from the seige towers as he could whilst keeping in cover. As been burned by the mighty things wasnt on his to do list.

Tobi watched as dozens of men around him got killed by the flying sharp things (Tobi didn't actually know what they were called), and then focused his power to his finger, the all familiar flame arrow appeared, and taking carefull aim he moved out of cover and fired, watching as it hit an archer on the wall sending him busting into flames. Tobi then jumped with joy, shreiking with laughter and applaud, "I GOT ONE!!" he shouted, and then his face became emotionless, as things seemed to slow down around him he watched the arrow fire towards him, on aim for his heart.

Tobi suddenly tried to lean backwards, attempting to dodge, but ended up falling the other way as a coward started running backwards away from the castle, his shoulders hitting Tobis legs as he was in middair sending him flying forwards in a flip like motion, spinning so far around he hit hit face slap bang right on the retreating mans armor, in this stage he was completely upside down. Tobi was lucky, if he hadnt been wearing the mask his face would have been bashed up for sure. He then felt the arrow that fired towards him before skimming his ankle, and let out a sigh wich turned into a groan as he fell to the ground, flat on his face, as 2 soldiers walked over him. Wich led him to grunt even more. When he did finally get back up. He was nearly at the back of the ranks, but quickly got close to the towers again so he could remain in cover.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 3:08 pm

Warrgh snarled as the sight of minotaurs on the battlements indicated that the archers had given way. Pointing to a Jarl, Warrgh howled, "Now!!! Drive them from the wall Orcs of the Shadow Wolf clan...Show these beasts the true face of war!"

A group of mailed orcs, their large battle axes gleamed in the sunlight. Their heavily muscled bodies taut and coiled as they ascended the steps to the battlements. As they reached the walk, they slammed into to minotaurs. Their heavy axes swinging in wide arcs, their sudden appearance caught the minotaurs by surprise. A howl rose from the orcs as they watched the blood shed. Their war cries carried and lifted on the wind, fluttering across the field littered with bodies and arrows and into the remaining Shadow Knights. The Shadow Wolf clan was making a good showing for themselves as they stood along the wall. Forcing the Minotaurs to turn from the archers, and face the wickedly sharp blades.

SpringTimeFox · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SpringTimeFox** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:13 pm

Siege towers burned, sending pillars of flames into the mid-morning sky. Screams of the minotaur still in the inferno slowed, suddenly stopping all together. Three towers that had not made it to the walls were consumed by flames, bending and weakening the sheets of metal once seen as protective. The first of the siege towers to fall shimmered in the early day light, wobbling slightly before crashing backwards down upon the troops of the Shadow Knights. Soldiers scattered to the winds as the tower fell, causing chaos in the ranks behind Commander Torin. The Commander, lifting his lance high over his head, tried to rally his troops back, but the men, some who were on fire, ran through the ranks, causing pandemonium. Torin snarled, whirling his horse around to charge the castle wall, when an arrow found itself lodged in his throat. Gurgling, Commander Torin flailed blindly, slipping from his horse's back and falling dead upon the ground.

-Quasim-
Quasim saw the chaos. Angered, he looked towards the front gate. The small company of men he had trusted with the task of reaching the main gate undetected had managed to get there. No one had seen them yet. Pleased with this news, the dragon Lord sat back, making himself comfortable. As soon as the gates were burnt down, the calvary would ride in from below while the dragons would attack from above.

The company leader, Maldovee, was hunched over, his body hugging the city's outer wall as he hurried toward the gate. With him were fifteen other men, each with an oily rag. Maldovee rounded a slight corner, finding himself beneath the arch of the large double gates leading into the city. Here, they were safe from detection by the men on the walls. Slipping forward, one of the men placed his oil-soaked rag into a crack in the dry wooden gate. Following suit, the other fourteen did the same, placing the rags in strategic places along the forty foot wide gates. Maldovee pulled out flint and a chunk of black rock, slamming them together over a stick with dried grasses wrapped around the tip. Sparks from the collision caught on the dried grass, creating a fire that would certainly be short lived. Hurrying from rag to rag, Maldovee set each ablaze. Soon the flames licked up the side of the gate. It wouldn't be long before the defenders noticed the smoldering gate.

-Quasim-
The dragon's smile only widened at what he saw. The gate set ablaze, growing quickly. His live calvary would be able to sweep into the city walls in minutes. His spirits soaring in his human form despite the losses on the Siege towers, the dragon kicked his horse, sending him to the side ranks, where the dragons sat in eager waiting. Lifting his sword to signify he was giving an order, the dragon smiled cruelly. "The battle begins soon. When the gate is down and my men ride through it, take to the skies and destroy their dragons," he ordered, his good mood audible through his words.

-Storm and Fenron-
Having watched the siege towers go wrong, the last thing Storm and Fenron expected was the cheery demeanor of their usually infuriated leader. However strange, the white dragon nodded her approval and acceptance of the plan. Her body ached in anticipation. She knew battle was won by waiting for the moment to strike your enemy down, but her mind was clouded by the love and lust of battle. Her wings fluttered, unable to keep still.

Fenron lifted himself into the makeshift leather saddle, patting the lance strapped to its side fondly. It was a helpful weapon against the dragons, it had a far reach and a sharp point. It could tear wings, kill riders, impale necks. It had saved his life on more than one occasion, that was to be sure. Patting Storm's neck in mute agreement, Fenron prepared for the second stage of the battle to begin.

-Kirstana-
Seeing the Minotaurs on the wall being pushed back by the Orcs in a bloody battle for power, Kirstana lifted her hand and dropped it, pointing to the men below her. "Shoot your arrows into their ranks, they're disoriented!" she cried, loosing an arrow onto a man's unsuspecting neck. The man fell back, flailing. The battle seemed to be moving well in the favor of the Voric Knighthood and the city of Blode. As she supervised her smaller band of archers, she noticed a strange smell and a thick smoke hanging in the air. It didn't take long to put two and two together. She abandoned her post, rushing to the overlook of the main gate. She saw thick black smoke billowing up and out of the archway, now streaming forth in a steady flow. A man standing below, thinking himself safe beneath the archway, got a rude surprise.

Kirstana pulled back her bowstring, letting her arrow fly true. It embedded itself between the man's shoulder and neck, deep into his body. His scream hurt her ears and sent shivers down her spine. Turning to the men in the courtyard, she raised the alarm.

Nevan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nevan** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:48 pm

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! HELLLPPPPP!" The screams of Tobi could be heard from even inside of the walls as he dived as far to his left as possible, just managing to escape the falling tower. "Damn Damn Damn....Im out of here!" He shouted as he got up and ran, looking back as he did, noticing hundreds of arrows flying towards him he screamed, almost like a girl as he ran back with the minatours. He suddenly tripped, and landed hard on the floor as hundreds of arrows rained upon him. He stood up, the arrows falling straight through him as though he wasnt there, as they hit the mud behind him. "HAH!" he said as he started dancing and boasted as he walked from right to left in perfect site of the archers, all arrows that flew towards him went through him like he wasnt there, as he ran in between the burnt towers and dead bodies, wanting to distract the enemy.

The slow jittering whistling came from a man walking backwards from the wall, the man dragged his feet almost as if he was unconcious as he went. The un-mistakable ring of the muffin man tune was whistled loudly and nervously as the real Tobi walked back from the wall, the dead body he was holding like he was giving it a piggy back, apart from they stayed level in every way. Tobis arms were streched backwards as they held onto the body as it looked a lone man was walking backwards from the walls. Tobi could feel the thuds of the arrows hitting the back of the man and he closed his eyes nervously, from the walls point of view, Tobi was invisible, it looked to be a man simply walking backwards as if he was dragging his feet, "Hopefully they will be more interested in the illusion of me than the body on my back" Tobi thought as he continued to whistle, changing from the muffin man to twinkle twinkle little star as he went.

The illusion of Tobi still ran along the battle feild of dead and broken towers "TRY AND GET ME YOU LOSERS!!!" he shouted as he ran around in circles, watching the arrows sink through him. Atleast the real him would be able to get away, well if they were lucky of course.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 5:02 pm

The Orcs standing in the vast courtyard of the city, watched as the swirls of smoke rose from the great gate. Warrgh snarled as he heard a chuckle come from some his orcs, turning his eyes flared and flashed as Warrgh silenced the orcs with a look.

Stepping silently to the gate he listened, straining to hear the Shadow Knights on the other side, sniffing he could smell them. Man things, hooms. A gleam appeared in his eyes, turning he, pointed to several orcs with heavy spears, indicating the ground with a line he drew with his greatsword he pointed to where he wanted those spears braced to meet the humans as they came through.

Pointing to the others he nodded as they hefted their weapons, prepared to slay the humans as they tried to breech the gates.

SpringTimeFox · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SpringTimeFox** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 5:34 pm

Maldovee turned behind him, seeing half the Calvary picking its way down the bluff while the other half rode slowly towards the wall, a distraction. The great war horses stumbled clumsily down the rocky slope, advancing along a natural trench in the land that lead to the castle. No doubt the trench had once been a river of sorts. It ended a few dozen yards from the wall, leaving no cover between it and the city. They would need a full out charge once they reached the flat ground.

Chunks of wooden ember started to rain down, crumbling the wall as it burned. Ducking out of the way, Maldovee and his men slipped around the side. As he did so, one of his men let out an ear-piercing shriek, falling to the ground in a writhing, screaming mess. Sticking only four inches out of his shoulder was an arrow. The other foot of the arrow was embedded in his body. Maldovee looked up, past the wall to see a woman standing with her bow drawn. Jumping back into the cover of the archway, Maldovee motioned his men back. Had this been the plan of Quasim? It seemed there were no way out of this, as if the Dragon Lord had set them up to watch them fall against the forces.

With grim determination, Maldovee drew his sword, urging those around him to do the same. He stepped towards the blazing inferno, hacking at it with his sword, sending chunks flying. Embers landed on his unprotected hands, his face, and his boots, but he continued to hack the door until it seemed that it would give way. His soldiers followed suit, grunting slightly as the embers burned their skin and the heat from the gate singed their lungs. Jumping back, they narrowly avoided a pile of burning rubble falling from the left side of the gate, leaving a hole large enough for three brave men to walk through, had they not minded being burnt to a crisp.

All at once they realized this had been a decoy mission as well. What sensible man sent a fresh calvary through the burning rubble of the front gate? Maldovee covered his face and led the charge through the fiery gate, yelling a battle cry as he went, infuriated with his blind faith in a Dragon who served no other but himself.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:31 pm

The Orcs waited a moment, and then rushed the battered and burned gates, the sheer weight of their numbers crashed into the small group of men who had tried to breech the gate, with blood curdling howls the Orcs kicked the gates open and descended on the humans.

Waargh snarled as the Orcs streamed through the gates, his voice carrying to his troops, “Keep the gate. We hold this gate.” Pointing to a Jarl of the Shadow blade tribe, Warrgh snarled, “You take your warriors and kill the Shadow Knights against the walls! Kill them all!”

The Orcs of the Shadow Blade Tribe roared their acknowledgement and streamed through the gate and circling towards the wall where the towers burned and crumbled.

200 Orc warriors trotted from the gates, their heavy pole arms and evil chain armor dazzled in the sunlight. They began shouting out epithets and curses as they swarmed the Shadow Knights that were still at the wall.

Warrgh snarled and howled to the sky, the Orcs took up the howl as they were now in their element, they were at war.

SpringTimeFox · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SpringTimeFox** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 11:31 pm

Alarmed by the surprise attack by the Orcs, it wasn't long before Maldovee and his men lay slain at the feet of the barbaric creatures. They had served their purpose in Quasim's eyes, for it gave enough time for the first half of the Calvary to charge into the fray. The war horses, large and vicious animals, plunged forward, eyes wide with fear and adrenalin while their riders swung wildly at the Orcs. The first wave of riders drove through the Orcs, knocking only five or six of them to the ground. As they broke to the other side, half the size from loosing so many in the charge, they met up with the second half of the calvary. One-thousand-five-hundred horses lined up, their riders lowering their lances. At a command from their leader, they spurred their horses forward, towards the bellowing, war-loving Orcs.

-Storm and Fenron-
Seeing the gate fall, Storm's powerful wings lifted her off the ground. Around her, blue, red, green, black and white dragons lifted off the ground, bellowing in elation. Storm lifted her wings, thrusting them downward, bringing her upwards quickly. Her speed was unmatched as she flew to the city, focusing on the defenders on the wall. Orcs stood on the wall and in front of the city, fighting back the calvary. Archers readied their arrows. Storm waited until the arrows were in the sky, then dipped down suddenly, missing the first round of arrows. Coming near the wall, she turned sharply, locking her wings, she glided along the wall, using her right wing to scrape defenders to their deaths fifty feet below. Storm righted herself after the end of the wall, angling steeply up to gain altitude and stay away from the arrows that threatened to bring her down.

Fenron, meanwhile, had stayed in place, holding tightly to the saddle edge and watching the battle closely, looking for weak spots or commanders. He watched the calvary charge, knowing that something had gone terribly wrong with the siege on the gate.

-Quasim-
The dragon desperately wanted to change back to his true form, assuming his rightful place at the head of the knights. If he did, he would ruin the original plan. When the battle was half way in, he would show himself, causing any hope the city of Blode had assembled to crumble beneath his awful glory. Clenching his fist over the horse's mane, his lip lifted in a sneer. The planned attack on the gate ended in failure for the company and most likely for the calvary as well. The orcs were a well-disciplined, powerful unit. The calvary, while powerful, was clumsy fighting on horseback against Orcs. Men were pulled from their saddles, horses were impaled. Quasim realized it hadn't been the best idea to send his live calvary into the fray immediately. Searching the battlefield for Skallagrim, he urged his horse forward. His dragons flew overhead, engaging in battle with the Gold, silver, brass, copper, and bronze dragons of the good persuasion. Quasim longed to be at the head of that attack, to rip into the hide of a gold dragon... Bringing his thoughts back to the present, he spotted a young boy with an orange mask. Pulling his horse to a prancing stop before the boy, Quasim raised an eyebrow. The boy was young, and had a magical aura around him.

"Boy," the dragon said, to get his attention. "Who are you, what unit are you with?" he asked.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Tue Apr 08, 2008 11:41 pm

Warrgh felt the call of battle rise through his body, filling every fiber in his being, turning back towards the horde that stood behind him still, Warrgh raised his great sword to the azure skies.

"Orcs we march to war! Today we destroy the power of the Shadow Knights!" Turning back he started jogging through the breeched gate, the Orc hordes following him, their eyes full of blood lust. The chants of "Kazaram! Kazaraim!" Filled the air, Kazaram is battle in the Orc tongue and they were marching forth to meet the humans.

Once outside the Orc warriors spread out into two long lines, in sheer numbers they were more numerous that the cavalry. They stomped their feet and howled. Once the cavalry charged the Orcs would begin their own charge. They would throw themselves at the oncoming cavalry, their weapons swing to disable mounts. Once the knights were on the ground they would descend as a pack of beasts to hack and shed the armored figures with wild abandon.

Nevan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nevan** on Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:12 am

"AH!" Tobi screamed slightly as he looked at Quasim "I hate it when that happens.....Erm....I have no idea what unit im with, just trying to survive, like i should be doing" he said and noticed he was holding a dead body for cover. Slightly embarressed he dropped it "I'm supposed to be with the black mages.....But i have no idea where they are right now".

He suddenly dived sideways as 3 arrows flew towards him, all of them embedding into the ground just inches away from him, he got up and looked up at Quasim, still not really sure what was happening. He suddenly heard footsteps right behind him, and the slight ring of a sword, automatically thinking it was an enemy he foolishly span with his hidden sword drawn, and started repeatedly swinging his sword down on the soldier who was blocking until Tobi realised it was an ally "Oh.....Sorry...." he said as he sheathed his sword.

Hallik · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hallik** on Wed Apr 09, 2008 10:28 am

Dratas awoke to the sound of shovels plummeting to the ground. His eyes opened and he saw a group of young monks.
"I thought this was an abandoned church...' he thought. The monks paid no attention to him and continued to bury him in the grave. "Hey!" he shouted getting the monks attention. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I'm nappin here!"
The monks were petrified with fear, until one of them spoke. Actually he screamed.
"DEMON!" this spooked the other one and they both took off towards the church. Dratas climbed out of the grave and brushed off the dirt the monk's so rudely pilled on him.
"The nerve of some people..."
Dratas approached the church and knocked on the door. It started to rain. He knocked on the door again. No answer. He knocked again. Someone spoke, except he sounded a lot older than the monks he just met.
"Begone demon you have no reason to be here!"
"Actually I do... For you see I was sent here by your Lord himself." OK so he was lying but if it got him out of the rain it would be fine with him. Maybe just maybe he could convince these people to rise up against the Shadow Knights.
"How do I know you're not lying?" asked the man through the doors.
"I'm a corpse, what more proof is there?"
There was a pause. The doors soon flung themselves open. Dratas saw a large group of people, larger than any army he had ever seen. The church was next to a small mountain and they carved the walls of the mountain and made extra rooms. The church was much smaller on the outside.
"What message did you come to deliver?"
Dratas smiled, this was his big chance. This was his way to get back at the shadow knights for his capture, he would use his weakness as a weapon.
"The Shadow Knights must fall." gleamed Dratas, there was a large gasp coming from everyone it echoed off the cave walls. "For too long they have been in power and if history has taught us anything, every Empire must fall."
One of the head monks stood up. He had seen many many years due to his wrinkled skin and long beard.
"We have trained for your arrive oh great Messiah..."
'You have?' thought Dratas completely surprised but showed no emotion. The old man showed Dratas to a roofed courtyard where he saw monk practice martial arts with weapons and bare handed techniques. Dratas had to admit, he was impressed.
"Excellent..." he said smiling.

SpringTimeFox · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SpringTimeFox** on Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:16 pm

-Quasim-
The great dragon raised an eyebrow at the young mage. Though he sat atop his horse in the guise of a human, he commanded more respect than to be talked to like that. Pointing his sword at the mage, he lifted his lip slightly in annoyance. "Boy, the black mages are back there," he said, pointing his sword to the lines in the middle of the army. "They have no orders yet, but bring this order to them - Cast a spell of darkness over the skies, keep the dragons of good cloaked in darkness and confused while ours attack." Giving the strange mage one last look, he turned his horse and headed towards the scrambling, frightened foot soldiers, glancing at the struggling calvary before hand.

Reaching the foot soldiers, he whirled his sword over his head. "Get to the gates, forget the siege towers! Push your way into the city regardless of anything standing in your way!" he shouted. "I will be behind you, dont be afraid of the attack!"

The foot soldiers, reassembling their ranks, nodded in understanding and began their march on the front gates. The Orcs, while numerous, were going to have a tough time fighting the men on horseback and foot from two sides.

Skallagrim · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Skallagrim** on Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:09 pm

SKALLAGRIM

Watching the battle unfold, the Orcs would be a tough force to over come, even with foot and horse collapsing in on them, the archers on the wall were now unassailable allowing them to fire with reckless abandon on the foot soldiers moving towards the Orcs.

Snarling, Skallagrim shook his head, for all the power of the dragon, he wasn't a tactical genius. The angle of the foot soldiers would allow the archers a clean shot against their rear, and if those were orcs on the wall, they would fire until they have no arrows left. But by then the damage would be done.

Looking down the line of his heavy undead cavalry he snorted, he would be unable to get through the gates with the numbers of Orcs between the gate and his path of access.

Looking skyward he was glad the dragons hadn't decided to strafe the ground forces yet, it could lead to the foot soldiers breaking rank and routing. The amethyst eyes sparked and that would be a disaster for the Shadow Knights.

Keeley · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Keeley** on Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:11 pm

"The battle begins soon. When the gate is down and my men ride through it, take to the skies and destroy their dragons," Lord Quasim’s loud voice ordered, his tone made it sound as if he was in a good mood.

Pyrrus gave another mumbling roar and pushed of quickly, snapping his wings out quickly and soaring into the sky, he let out a joyful roar and let flames burst out of his maw. Keara grinned from his back, and drew her short sword as they ascended higher into the sky. They flew past their allies soaring over the top of their enemies striking from above with fire balls. Keara dived down off of Pyrrus’s back onto the back of an enemy dragon and rider, she slid into the seat behind him, she ran her sword through him as Pyrrus dived at the dragon’s neck, slicing its throat, Keara threw herself back onto Pyrrus’s back as the Dragon fell threw the air landing with a crash into the Blode castle’s courtyard crushing a few soldiers below.

“Good work Pyrrus” she chuckled, looking for a new target. Below them on the walls, the Archers were slaughtering the Shadow knights, without a way of the being killed. She pointed this out and held on as he dived down, speeding at the wall like a hawk, flaring out his wings as he reached it and sliced his tail sideways knocking the archers over the edge to their death, before quickly flying back upwards out of their range as Keara threw fireballs at them, roasting them in their armour.

Nevan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nevan** on Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:10 pm

"YES LORD" Tobi said saluting Quasim, then ran to where Quasim pointed, upon finding the mages, he immediately told them the order, and after a few minutes Tobi and the other mages were in a circle, chanting the long and boring words Tobi didn't understand, and pretended to put power into the prayer like cast but instead just sat there trying to copy there words, getting most of them wrong and was then effectively pushed out of hte circle as the continued there chant.

Tobi shrugged, he had no idea what they were supposed to be doing anyway as he started walking around back and forth thinking about what he should do next.

SpringTimeFox · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SpringTimeFox** on Sun Apr 13, 2008 3:15 pm

-Kirstana-
The young archer readied her arrow against a white dragon, then against a darker colored dragon. Both times she was forced to duck under the parapets to avoid being brushed off the wall walk by a wayward wing or tail. Jumping to her feet, she loosed an arrow at the darker colored dragon. Missing anything vital, the arrow just grazed the hardened scales and bounced off, falling into the fray below. Lifting herself onto the parapet, she used her balance and agility to her advantage as the white dragon passed by her again. Jumping to avoid the dragon's left wing, she pulled her little dagger from her belt and brought it down upon the wing of the white dragon, tearing a hole in the thin skin. As the white dragon's tail whipped around and it's head twisted back towards her, she jumped back. The damage had been done.

-Storm and Fenron-
Atop the white dragon's back, Fenron kept low, viewing the battle as it spun around him, speeding by faster than his human eyes could keep track of. Had he been in his werewolf form, he would have been able to keep track of everything much better. As it were, he didn't see the female archer on the parapet and he didn't see the dagger slice Storm's wing, for he had been looking out to the plains, watching the mages chant their spells.

Storm felt the dagger slice her wing, the most tender part on her body. Roaring, she swiped her tail at the offending human as her neck and head twisted around, snapping at thin air where her assailant had been. Tucking her wings to her body, Storm's powerful clawed hands grasped the top of the wall as her back feet scrabbled at the wall, sending chunks of stone and dust into the eyes of both enemy orcs and allied calvary-men. In her rage, the white dragon forgot about the werewolf on her back. Snapping furiously, the dragon pulled herself over the wall, grabbing hold of an archer and throwing him over the wall, into the ranks of the Shadow Knights. Seeing the woman responsible for the bleeding hole in her wing, Storm snatched the woman up in her claws, holding her tightly to prevent escape. Sitting back on her haunches, ignoring the fuss around her and the rider on her back, she lifted the human girl to her eye-level, contemplating the fate of this warrior of the Voric Knights.

Toxicbubble · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Toxicbubble** on Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:37 pm

Lenod listened carefully as the battle raged on outside his cell. his ears perked with each scream of pain and cry of anger and he wished to join his brethren. "what fool allows himself to be captured without killing any of his opposition?" he asked no one. no other had seen the inside of this cell save him since he had arrived here.

"Quiet, orc!" a guard called into his cell, his face red with anger.
"dare you silence me?" Lenod asked.
"I'll silence any in my jail!"
the warden himself then, Lenod thought to himself. this ought to make quite the racket then. "Your jail? then why do you keep one such as me while you are obviously incapable of retaining any?"
"don't think yourself important. you deserve a cage above a pit, but they wouldn't let me put you there."
"What keeps you from putting me there now? during a siege, one such as yourself are just low enough that you aren't being watched."
"You Dare to Insult Me?!"
"insults must be as high praise in comparison to what all has been said of you."
the Warden screeched in anger as he pulled out a crossbow and aimed it at Lenod's heart, pulling the trigger and letting loose an iron-tipped arrow at Lenod's being. Lenod let no time go to waste and he lunged, taking the bolt in his hand and stabbed it into the forehead of the warden, catching his keys as the man fell, dead. " sweet victory," Lenod said as he equipped his arm talon and took up his bow, notching an arrow and he looked at the other prisoners, Humans, every one of them. He remembered what his orders were and said aloud, " leave no survivors, none to witness or report. All will fall, without retort."
Thus he released his arrow.

Nevan · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nevan** on Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:47 pm

Shintan appeared, his head rising until you could see his entire body sat comfortably on a horse and he held Gold Dragon tightly in his hand, 50 elves behind him also on horse back, except most of them had long swords instead of spears. Shintan looked at the raging battle "Oh god.....We should have brought 3000 not 300" he said slightly fear fully.

The co commander looked at him and said "We have 50 men not 300" He said quickly and sllightly nervously.

"I can see that you idiot, but if we brought 3000 we would have won that ambush battle and would be here with atleast 2700...And how are we going to get inside the walls....The seige is full on theres no way...."

The co commander stared at him again "We could charge right through there formation and enter that way."

Shintan looked at him and almost smacked him "WITH 50 MEN? RIGHT THROUGH AN ARMY OF THOUSANDS....What and i suppose even if one of us made it they would open the gate and let him in, especially with thousands of what ever they are behind him! You idiot....How did you get to the co commander position?"

The Co-Commander looked around nervously and muttered something about being of noble birth, wich was replied harshly by Shintan who said "NOBLE BIRTH? I was a mere peasant, i earned this position through gut hard work and training....Ahh....But never mind, this be not the place for mere argumentations, we have a battle to win. And put it this way, atleast the 50 of us who survived are decent soldiers..."

"Ok...." Shintan said again "We need a plan! What do do..." He thought hard, and over five minutes passed before he came up with an idea. "OK! We will move closer to the wall, and try to drive back the enemy directly assaulting the gate, if we stay close to the walls the archers should be able to cover us. And concidering the circumstances there may be a chance to survive this and get in without many casualties, ok... MOVE OUT!" Shintan said in elvish and with a flick of his arm his men and him rode down the towards the castle walls wich wasnt under direct assault, swinging his spear as he went past an orc fell to the ground gurgling blood out of its mouth and neck as he went, as they drew closer to the wall, only a few soldiers were stood there as most seemed to be focusing on where the big attack was coming from.

Shintan shouted up to a soldier on the wall, in English this time, but struggled slightly with some of the words "We come from the elven kingdom to aid you! How to we get inside the city walls?" he shouted up to the man.

Rize · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Rize** on Thu Apr 17, 2008 2:29 pm

As the battle raged, most would miss the distinctive clarion sound of the bugle call, its thin silvery tones barely cutting through the horrific din of clashing soldiery and roaring dragons. It was doubtful even that those that heard it would know of its meaning, as it was not a standard call known to the two armies raging above, nor their allies. Perhaps some few of those Voric warriors in the know would glean its meaning, yet even that was unlikely.

But to those whom were waiting on just such a thing, the meaning behind the call was as clear as the purest day.

Within the city, dozens of small buildings suddenly fell apart, their walls crashing outwards, dragging their thin roofs with them. Within the sham houses were revealed powerful siege weapons; ballistae to be precise. Squires and engineers mannedeach and every one, and each was anxious to unleash their devestating payload now that the signal was given.

As one the weapons fired, hurling thick steel tipped bolts high into the air with uncanny accuracy. For every bolt launched in that first fateful volley, a dragon of white, green, blue, black, or red died or was horribly wounded as the powerful shots cut through even the thick dragons' hides to pierce those sensitve and vital organs beneath.

As the ballistae were being revealed and unleashed, a second act was being unfurled as well. Beneath the city of Blode and its fields, a system of tunnels had been prepared for the evnetuality of a battle of this horrific nature. as the shadow Knights had approached the city, a large portion of the Voric Knights had taken themselves into the caverns in secret, hidden from even their allies and companions for fears of spies among the city. For days they had remained in wait, preparing for the battle to come.

And now had the clarion sang, and the blood of those men answered in turn.

From all around the battlefield, great gaping holes were revealed, the expertly wrought constructions that had hidden and protected the tunnels' entrances being collapsed by design to allow the Knights to issue forth. With a great cry and hue they arose from hiding, and set into the Shadow Knights from all sides. Sword and axe, halberd and mace; bloodlust and honor sang in the battlecries of the young men and women who answered the trumpet's call. And from behind the last to leave the tunnels there issued a great plume of dirt and dust as the hiding places were collapsed in upon themselves to prevent the enemy from using them to their own advantage.

Within the city itself came the bearer of the trumpet, racing along the battlements towards the front wall. The trumpet had been left behind, and now in his right hand he carried the great sword Gehren, a weapon blooded and purified in the heartsblood of ancient demons. In his other there hung the shield known as the Aegis of Marten, ancient scourge of evil and godsend to those who would deny darkness its reign.

Like the wrath of god himself did David Cloud come, and in the shaft of an errant ray of sunshine did his armor and weapons seem to glow and shine with all the purity and glory that was for the Knights of Voric and their people. Enclosed within his breastplate and chain he was a glorious sight to those who so badly needed some ray of hope. Below him raced his faithful steep, Kyris, a war stallion like no other. Rapidly did David descend a single narrow set of stairs and into the saddle went he.

In but a moment he was at the gate, and with a mighty roar he swept through the ranks of his orcish allies and was among the dread warriors of the Shadow. The faded white cross that adorned the face of the Aegis seemed to take on new life, burning with righteous fury in the face of evil. Those men closest to him began to break and run, absolute terror destroying what resolve they had left in the face of the orc warriors.

Yet few made it far. Crimson runes flared and danced as Gehring struck time and again, cleaving through the ranks of Shadow Knights as if they were but paper. Kyris seemed to dance among the swords and spears of their enemies, lashing out with his sharpened shoes to tear and smash the footmen and horses who thought to destroy he or his beloved rider. From across the battlefield, David laid eyes upon the Shadow Knight's mages, and with awhistle and a gesture directed a group of foot soldiers in their direction to destroy the arcane fiends.

Even as he fought, David sought the enemy commander, hoping to face the fiend and end things quickly. Time and again his voice rang out above the melee.

"Find me the Dragon!"

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