Conquest of Huskagar

[Elendithas]

@General Deth Glitch


As a near cruise-sized ship made of solid bone with semi-torn sails from centuries of wear, the behemoth of a boat he and his skeleton crew (pun intended) were travelling upon were remarkably slow. Slower than even the largest of trade vessels between nations, though still a fair amount faster than travel by foot. A fully-manned ship of this caliber is a sight to behold though, the rows reaching nearly a hundred feet from deck to water and whipping up waves the like to cap-size small fishing boats, not to mention the rows and rows of ten thousand undead below deck just waiting to be unleashed on their enemies. Sometimes war were something that Otiian missed, then he remembers all the horrible atrocities that go along with the magnitude of it all. It took several days for the whole trip, an eternity compared to some of the people who simply muscled their way to Dracos in a single day, or less even.


Once the ship were visible on the horizon, it were certainly a sight the citizens of Dracos would never forget. A pure deathly white ship off in the distance which seemed as though it were close, but getting larger and larger and larger as it truly closed the distance to the ports. Upon arrival, the ship loomed over even the largest of vessels any other nation had brought with them, almost not having enough space at all to dock given the number of boats already in port. Once it had squeezed into a place meant for several different ships to fill, a railing off the side dropped and a sort of drawbridge begun to extend down and out towards the wooden walkways, the sounds of huge gears working to move the heavy bone meant to allow hundreds of troops to march off at any one time. After the bridge had hit the wood, causing it to creak under the weight, a moment of silence occured. The boat were far too tall for anyone on the dock to see a crew, so there were no telling exactly what was to come. Not until a single dark robed and hooded individual seemed to float unto the bridge followed closely behind by four hulking men, one of which quite a bit thinner than the others and another one quite a lot thicker than the others, two of which on either side of the robed figure. It took some time for them to reach dock where it would become visible to most that the robed one weren't actually walking at all, but floating just above the ground and the glow from his eyes begun their piercing glare. "We are here for the tournament." Came the monstrous voice of Otiian to any who would hear him. He really didn't try to be so terrifying to the average person, that was just a fortunate side-effect of becoming a lich.

 

[General Deth Glitch]

The Lich King

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@Elendithas


The men working on the dock looked up, They grabbed their shields off their backs but left their weapons in their belts They were certainly shocked by the thing that greeted them, but they had never traveled much and so, while it was certainly scary, it told them what it wanted and that seemed fair enough, One raised his head and motioned him over "Follow us, we'll take ya' to Dracos, thats were your tourny is bein' 'eld." he said, it was a couple hour journey from the port of Garrok to Dracos, so long as the took horses. The two men mounted and the Lich followed behind, floating and his four men on horseback (I hope you dont mind me controlling you a bit here, feel free to change it in your post and I will edit mine to fit) They soon arrived in Dracos, just as the people were heading home, Dracos being one of the few locations in the sparsely populated Clan filled with people who did not double as soldiers. Those who were more like their fighting brothers stood and stared as this thing floated down towards the Palace, those more afearing of such things locked themselves inside. Soon the thing made its way down to the square and to Dante himself, who was himself about to head inside for the feast. "Ahh..." he muttered, clearly this man was important but he didn't seem to know from where he hailed, however he seemed to fit the legends surrounding the island to the west of them. "Welcome, I suppose you are here to compete?" He smiled "Yes, well... welcome. you will have to rush to your lodgings er.. " he was debating weather or not to have him stay in the palace, they did have a couple rooms left but at least one of them was intended for the Slyferox "Would you mind staying at one of the inns, for competitors, all expenses on me of course. Or would you deem it nesisary for you to reside within the palace during your stay?" he asked, not sure how to react to this.. he didn't even thing thing was appropriate way to describe something so unreal.

 

[Elucid]

“Hmm, they’ve deployed on the docks, 800-900 men I’d presume?” says Adm. Tupper while looking through the spy glass


“That’d be my guess sir, reports suggest the rest of the fighting force has sought to take up defenses within the city “


“So making a landing is not really an option“


“We don’t need to make a landing sir, mortar and cannon fire will be Shure to dissuade them from fighting. Hell, we are already close enough to burn the city and the surrounding forests to the ground.


That is if we are given the order of course “


“Are we in range of the ballistae?”


“No sir, their effective range is about 400-500 meters, our mortars easily out range them”


"Any naval units on the way"


"None that we know of,"


After some time of analyzing all his options the Adm. said


“I’m sorry commander there will be no native blood on my hands, at least not today”


“Tell the cook to get me some cheese, meat, milk, bread and some brandy from my personal storage- basically anything that might intrigue them”


“Oh, and get me an extra riffle.“


When the preparations were complete and put into a basket, he selected 5 of his most trusted men, instructed his second in command to give the order to fire if something was fishy and set sail towards the port on a row boat.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Well shit." Octus said as the man frantically pointed to the horizon, in the opposite direction of the gate and to some distant place across the ocean. So much for his plan, guess he now had to either get a translator, which might be harder then he expected, or send one of his ships to go and drop him off. Well, he didn't want to send one of the ships into possibly hostile waters, so it looked like he was in need of a translator.


But of course, the bane of Octus had to arrive with news of his own. "Octus, I have word that a civilized empire is approaching. They have the white flag raised. I'm going to meet with them, and you are coming with me."


"Of course, your majesty." Octus replied. "What country is it?" he asked.


"I don't know, I just remember seeing those ships before. It's nothing these savages could copy." Was Alexanders reply. Of course he didn't know, and now Octus had to go and tell the daft man who he was talking to. How he hated working with this man. But he had a native to take care of.


"


"Guards, escort this man to a house. He will be staying here for a while until we can find a way to safely return him to his homeland." Octus said, not directly saying who did what but knowing that what he has ordered will be done, one way or another. "Lead the way, your highness."


((@Bobisdead123 @Cyratis ))

 

[Spacekitty]

The foreboding ships anchored just beyond the lip of the curved coast of the inlet bay that served as the cities primary trade route and road. They sat still, motionless in the unusually calm sea.


Suddenly a small row boat was led down from one of the ships. 6 men dropped small crates into the craft before jumping down into the boat. The men were nothing but small ants in the distance but even so their approach caused apprehension and fear within the on looking Brutii soldiers.


"Dock Master (whoes name is Assini)! The foreign ships have deployed a rowboat, it appears to be heading up the bay!"


"God damnit" Assini grumbled to himself. Usually he was free to dick around and drink free booze at the local vendors (a lively perk.of controlling whether or not their trade ships were allowed to dock). But recently the city has been a rather hot spot for diplomats from other clans, and now from the foreign invaders. Hopefully they were coming to make peace rather than war... Assini wasn't in the mood to fight.


As the foreign rowed their small boat up the bay, a fleet of 25 Brutii quinqueremes made for ramming/boarding and equipped with a light weight ballistae and 10 Triremes made purely for ramming/boarding. The ships stopped, lined up in formation just 480 meters to the east from the foreign fleet.


At the same time two more Brutii fleets were moving into position. Two fleets containing 20 quinqueremes and 15 triremes each. One moved into position 480 meters west of the foreign fleet. Another sat a thousand meters away, ready to cut off the foreign fleet from the north if needed.


The three fleets sat motionless, threatening the foreigners with their presence, but not making any hostile moves.


Meanwhile at the docks a welcoming party has been set up for the foreigners. 5 triremes blocked the rowboats progress farther than the civilian port, which was covered entirely by legions of Brutii Soldiers, save for a narrow pathway leading to the gates of the dock, which they would be leas through by Assini and 20 Brutii Elites.


@the reclusive shadow

 

[Spacekitty]

@The Elusive Shadow

 

[Elucid]

“Shit, they’ve got ships on all our fronts we are effectively bottle necked, damn how did we not see this coming?’’(Second in command of the HMS Victor)


“Sir, reports say that they are primarily boarding parties, they are also in firing range of the ballistae”


“All right we can do this* lets out a sight *”


“*shouting* Get ready men, load your muskets, man the cannons, ready the mortars. Load the cannons with chain shots (used to destroy masts) and keep grape shots in handy”


“Tupper I hope you know what the hell you’re doing” (to himself)


Meanwhile on the port ………


Tupper and his men lowered the crates onto the port he ordered 3 of his men to carry the crates and the rest to bear arms.


“I think our initial estimates of their numbers might have been slightly wrong”


Says the admiral as approaches the long legionary line along with the welcoming party, Tupper seemed to have underestimated these people, the intricately decorated heavy armor, the weaponry, their tactical prowess all pointed towards them being a highly militaristic society, so as far as Tupper was concerned he had hit the Jackpot, militaristic societies always needed someone to fight and hence were ideal “allies” for the EIC.


He looked towards his men and saw fear in their eyes


“Remember men they are probably more afraid of you than you are of them”


As he and his men reached the gates of the city


He gave himself a slight smirk and thought to himself Hannibal at the gates eh.


@Bobisdead123

 

[Elendithas]

@General Deth Glitch


As the dock workers offered to take them to Dracos, Otiian gave a small nod to accept and followed behind to their horses. The ones given to his guards were a bit small in comparison to them, thus making it look like they were riding larger donkeys rather than actual horses. He himself couldn't actually float at nearly the speed of a running horse, and thus mounted one himself. Unfortunately him being in such close proximity to the horse for so long had its effects on the creature. By the time they had reached town the horse was in a state between death and life, its eyes glowing the same purple hue that Otiian's did and having a fairly distinct feel about it that made others uneasy. "You may keep the horse as payment. You'll find it may be more... valuable, than last you saw it." He said to the dock workers who escorted him and his guard to the city just before they all dismounted and made their way towards the palace. It had been so long since citizens had hid in fear of his presence. While undoubtedly not the impression he wanted to give off, it gave him a nostalgic feeling of when he used to come to the mainland more often. Upon reaching the square, he approached Dante, not actually sure of whom he was, but noticing that others seemed to be holding him in high regards. When he begun to speak though he was more sure that this were in fact the leader of the Dracosi. He seemed so... normal. It was odd after all this time to witness a leader who didn't stick out just from his appearance alone. Once he offered a room in an inn, Otiian raised his hand to stop him there. "I can provide our own housing. Just point me to the nearest empty plot of land and after whatever festivities there are to be we will occupy it appropriately. Of course, after the tournament the building will be disassembled so as to free up space." He said in response, only realizing afterwards that he was rather rude in cutting off the king of Dracos. "I apologize. We've only just arrived after four days on the water."


(I don't mind taking over, so long as it's within reason that is.)

 

[Spacekitty]

As the foreigners approached the docks, they were trailed the entire way by archers who stood upon the walls guarding the bay.


As the foreigners docked, they were greeted by Assini, who simply store at them waiting to lead them through the city to the Palace.


The Foreigners climbed out their boat, all bearing arms and carrying the crates The men lowered the crates onto the port and the man Assini assumes to be their leader ordered 3 of his men to carry the crates and the rest to bear strange spears.


The leader said something in an obviously primitive language to his men, which were looking around nervously at the impressive Brutii soldiers. His men seemed less nervous afterwards but Assini could sense their nervousness. Undoubtedly his men felt the same.


He led the foreigners to the gates, where he paused and looked at the foreigners. He pointed to their weapons and then to the floor. He wasn't about to let foreigners enter the city with their black magic weapons


@The Elusive Shadow

 

[General Deth Glitch]

Feast!

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The great fire pit was roaring with flames, a pair of young Inquisiti in training were both fueling and commanding the fire, keeping everyone warm while also safe. Some were already there, namely the Ministers, but many were still pouring in, just as the drinks were too. There was a variety of alcohol available, alcohol being a staple to the Dracosi way of life, but three main drinks were in excess. The first was a form of wine distilled from grapes up in the western Highlands of the Clan, the second was the staple drink of the Dracosi, an ale filled with spices and flavours that make it very hard for people from most other Clans to drink without requesting copious amounts of water and the final drink was a simpler drink, a basic grain drink, a lower grade but more common drink, enjoyed by many people within Dracos, especially when funds are harder to come by. The final drink is much planer and most who are from poorer or weaker clans were enjoying it in great amounts, the Ministers were enjoying their wine but a select few, such as Damon, the few Inquisiti who felt it worthy to appear for the feast and some others, were enjoying the Spiced Dracosi Ale. As is tradition for Dracos feasts, men were fighting in the central space, despite the fact they would need to do so again tomorrow. This was when Dante arrived. a room full of sound and merriment. He left the seats immidiately around his for the dignitaries of the more prominent clans, except for the seat to his right, Damons seat where his closest friend and advisor was talking with a female soldier, both in a slightly intoxicated state, it appeared it was talking about some campaign he had fought in, likely a raid from his younger days, no doubt before the woman was even a young girl. Upon seeing Dante he immediately raised his glass toward him, splashing an area around him with ale. "Aye lass, I stood side by side with this man as we raided the very city we now stand within!" he yelled. Ahh yes, thought Dante those raids he thought, it was those raids that fueled his ambition, after raiding the lands surrounding this beautiful city, seeing it all, he wanted it in his Clan, so he took the money from raiding, the other money from trading and assembled a force and now he was 'The Divine One' The good old days with Damon were fond memories, when they were brothers, bonded from the blood of battle. Now red tape surrounded everything they did, red tape that Date, in part, created, he had a reason as the time, not that he could really remember what that reason was. But it was certainly something about maintaining the longevity of the clan, finding work around to the tradition of trial by combat and rule by reason, not right. Making it so that the Clan would not dissolve into a thousand different clans upon his death.


"Ahh Damon, those were good times but how about you let the young soldier relax without your ancient stories!" he then sat down in his, what was the closest thing to a, throne. In front of him a drink was already placed down and he took a swig, there was already large amounts of food, enough to feed a few families, resting on the tables before them, but this was all just to keep people satisfied and abate hunger, once everyone was seated, yet more food would arrive, from pork to venison and a great deal of it covered in hot spices. "Damon, I was actually thinking, what with the foreigners attempting to invade us and claim Clan land for their distant homelands, reliving our old raiding days, Finding and taking what supplies we can through shock raids." he said, more to himself then anyone else "Only if we succeed in forming alliances mind." he added. The flames made him glow as he stood up to address the two soldiers in the middle of the room. "Fight for the glory of Dracos! Be it first-blood, to the death, or anything in between is for the victor to decide" He then down the rest of his glass, as the two fighters in the middle followed suit and all who were used to the traditions of the land then said together "For DRACOS!" He then sat down and resumed chatting and making merry, the whole room was filled with chatter, but most watched the battle as they chatted, for anyone could then proceed to challenge the victor and fight them for the glory of Dracos and all were interested in whether or not someone would die.

@Bobisdead123 @Elendithas @Dtheraider @Leusis and @all else wanting to sneak into the tourny last minute

 

[Spacekitty]

As Alessandro pointed insistently to his homeland across the sea, Octus finally seemed to grasp what he meant. Octus put hua hands on his hips and said something Alessandro couldn't understand. As Octus stood there thinking, they could here a commotion at the port and soon enough Alexander came and began insistently talking to Octus, who over shouting something to a few foreigners milling about, rushed off with Alexander.


Two of the foreigners, both armed with smoke-spears nodded and motioned for Alessandro to follow them. Having no choice in the matter, Alessandro simply shrugged and followed them.


They led him to a small and recently built home and ushered him inside before closing and locking the door. Alessandro looked around at his cell and shrugged. It was small, plainly decorated but all together not too bad. It had a small straw mat for a bed, a wooden table and a chair. Definitely better than a Brutii dungeon.


Alessandro was certain he could escape if he wanted, but he had.no war to cross the sea and didn't fancy traveling through uncharted land, so he simply took off his grieves and laid down on the bed. Waiting for something to happen.


@Beowulf

 

[Spacekitty]

A great fire pit was roaring with yellow flames at the head of the great hall, pair of young Draconian Inquisiti were tending the fire, keeping everyone warm while also safe. Many Draconian Ministers were already in attendance, their gold and red robes standing out amongst the lesser dressed attendants.


The hall was already quite full, yet many were still pouring in, just as the drinks were too. Pino was pleased to discover there was a wide variety of alcohol available, alcohol apparently being an important part in the Dracosi way of life. There were three main drinks available in excess. The first was a some kind of wine distilled from grapes not known in the Brutii lands. The wine had an interesting fruity taste the Pino was actually quite fond of and so he sipped a bottle of it for quite some time. The second was the staple drink of the Dracosi, an ale filled with spices and flavors that madr it very hard for people from other Clans to drink without requesting copious amounts of water. His gaurds all attempted to chug down a bottle as fast as they could, and many payed the price, namely almost shitting themselves in a firery mess. The final drink was a simpler drink, a basic grain drink, a lower grade but more common drink, likely enjoyed by the poorer Draconians. The other drinks were much planer and many from the the lesser clans were drinking it in great amounts. Pino of course strictly his ordered his men not to touch the lesser beers, as to maintain their superiority over the lesser clans. The Ministers were enjoying their wine but a select few, such as Damon, the few Inquisiti who felt it worthy to appear for the feast and some others, were enjoying the Spiced Dracosi Ale.


Men were fighting in the central space, despite the fact they would need to do so again tomorrow. This was when Dante arrived, denotes by the respectful bows from the lower clans. Dante walked over to a Draconian who appeared to be drunk and flirting with a much younger woman. They talked for a bit and Pino turned his attention to the two fighters, who had both taking quite beating yet were stilling chugging along. It was all rather impressive. Pino heard a loud hail coming from the two guards, and he turned to see Dante chatting with them.


Deciding he should thank his most gracious host, Pino stumbled over to Dante, finding it trouble to walk on the suddenly curved floor and grasped Dantes shoulder probably a bit too hard before saying;


"My complements to the chef, eh host. Wine is might good!". With this he took another ling gulp before realizing it was empty. He looked at the bottle a moment as if he did not comprehend that it was empty before handing it to a completely random person and saying "excuse me"


"Anyways..." "Thanks for inviting us, the food is great.". "I sure ams glad I convinced Antonio to invade the Gaulitcs rather than you guys... Party is great". He said, not realizing saying that they thought about invading them was probably not something he should say.


(the gaultics are the barbarians they conquered ten years ago)


@General Deth Glitch

 

[Anaxial]

Upon arrival, the scout would find no comfort in his comrades. Upon his arrival, the man stumbled through the caltrops and was apprehended by several Hound Masters. They dragged the man as they would drag any native and quite literally threw him before the feet of Elysima who gazed down at him with the glare a mother would give to a child. The man was ragged and bloody, very near death and the others around him couldn't care less. Elysima knelt down by him and grabbed at his face with his clawed hands, her sharpened claws digging into his flesh and causing him to wince in pain. He no longer had the strength to scream, only tremble as he met the cold gaze of Elysima's blackened eyes.


"Remove his clothes." she said harshly, the scout's eyes went wide he knew what was coming next. The Masters that guarded Elysima proceeded to literally cut away his clothes, their harsh slashes often times leaving deep gashes in the scout's flesh. Now stark naked, the scout held his held low, he was limp and would likely be face first in the dirt if not for the two Masters holding him up by his arms.


"First Blade... I-.. I told them everything they-" the man choked out but Elysima silenced him with a vicious claw to his stomach. The scout's eyes went wide as he saw his own insides... become outsides. The agony was too great for him to scream, the terror of seeing his own offal splash against the ground was too great. His eyes met the First Blade's as she was already cleaning his blood from her hands.


"Beasts, eat your fill." she commanded and several of the Master's who had taken the Oath of the Beast attacked the man, ripping and tearing his guts and flesh as they quite literally ate him alive through his screams and gurgled death throes. Elysima had her back to the beasts as they tore the man apart and returned to her private Command Tent.


Inside an ornate table was set up with silverware and candelabras illuminating the tent. It almost looked like a Noble's dinning room. A few minutes after the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking, a Master brought in a finely prepared cut of meat, seasoned well and served with several vegetables she calmly ate the meal.


"Everyone is to hold positions. Send a messenger to The Amalg, I want as many Native prisoners they can spare and another Mortar unit to be emplaced on our flank."


If these Natives thought that killing a few scouts and telling the Twin Oaths to leave would instill any bit of fear or intimidation into the them, they were dead wrong. These were men who happily delved into cannibalism in order to purposely morph their bodies into twisted beasts- all to become the Apex predator of the world. The Twin Oaths remained unshaken and awaited the Tribal's foolish attack.


@Cyratis

 

[player2]

Stargazing

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With a small grunt Halith ripped a piece off the large leg of meat she held in her hand, bloody grease dripping down her chin and neck to leave small stains in her thick layers of fur. The men around her did the same, each relishing the taste of the flesh before throwing the bones into the crackling fire in the middle, though there were one or two who were hungry enough to break open the dingy white containers for the marrow the held inside before throwing them into the fire. She made no move to wipe off the glistening grease, instead just sitting there, staring at the others with a cold smirk. The fire only helped to illuminate a small amount of her, instead darkening the deep creases and cuts in her skin in order to create a more intimidating figure.


The party was only two hours march from the Capital of Alfher, Fassbinder, and were much happier for it. Some of the men had already gone to sleep, either from an overdose of alcohol or just preference, seeing as how they did not have to get up all to early the day after. Only a few actually stayed by the fire; one of the shamans, a young girl with long dark hair and a curious, mouse like face, her and a soldier who was on the brink of falling over and joining his companions in rest. Scoffing she finished off her leg, throwing the bone into the fire and listening as it was violently torn apart for a moment before looking to the sky, staring at the stars wistfully.

Aliens

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Morin Grullson sat on his horse, his elderly face screwed into an almost comical mixture of confusion and disgruntled annoyance as he looked over the lands he saw before him, his eyebrows scrunched together. In all his years he had never gone past the Dern sea, and had never dreamed of going so far into another clans lands in his life. He found the macedonian lands to be as treacherous as they was strange to him, though luckily there seemed to be a small amount of men and boys here to find them preemptively. This plus the ever increasing insolence practiced by the young men under his command, which was no doubt based off their leave of the cold and commanding Halith, frustrated him to no end. He would have easily left these buffoons here to frolick as he returned to his home, but he was compelled by a fear of Halith and Grath. The leader of the bloodsnouts always seemed to end up playing judge jury and executioner and that cold hearted bitch would gladly hand him over to that unstable mutt by the skin of his neck. Shuddering slightly he turned the horse around and gallopped back to camp, ignoring the curious glances of the men as he went to his tent to rest for the night.

 

[General Deth Glitch]

The Brash Brutii

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Dante was glad to see the man was clearly enjoying himself, "Get this man more to drink" he smiled noting the man was already finding it hard to stand and speak, when he said "I sure ams glad I convinced Antonio to invade the Gaulitcs rather than you guys... Party is great" the atmosphere immediately around them changed, but Dante didn't. Damon and some Dracosi nearby grabbed their weapons and looked to their leader, the whole room appeared to quieten and many ministers looked nervious, aware of the damage their leader would be prepared to inflict should he be insulted. The two men fighting before the all the others stopped and, still ready to dive back into their combat, looked over at Dante, ready to protect him should a much more aggressive fight break out. Nearly all eyes were on Dante who simply said "Look our civil friends, those Brutii can't even hold their drink!" before taking a swig out of his already refilled glass. The reality was that he was hardly surprised, until recently the Dracos were a minor and growing power, high on all the clans hit lists. He patted the man on the back and simply smiled, slowly conversations and chattering rose again after the tense lull in noise. As some one was heading over to hand the Brutii champion more drink one of the two competitors smashed into the table in front of Dante, he wasn't dead but he wasn't going to be getting up anytime soon, as Dante turned to look at the winner, who raised his weapon in victory a cheer rose over the hall as people relaxed again and no doubt someone was going to end up challanging the victor who was already downing a drink handed to him by one of his friends.

@Bobisdead123

 

[Leusis]

@General Deth Glitch


A thud could be heard echoing through the great hall just as the feast had began again, after the Brutii's foolish words. Stepping through the large doors he had just opened with tremendous force Deimos would swipe a large cup from a nearby table. Chugging the spiced ale he could tell it had a surprising kick to it, even more powerful than Argonian ale, though not by much. Watching as a man was thrown to a table defeated and another man was showered in glory due to his victory Deimos would smile. Stepping close to the man he would slam his already empty cup onto the blunt side of the mans blade. This was of course a toast to the mans victory, however, it had a much different effect, as the sword was tossed from the mans weak grip, sending it to the floor with a loud metallic cling. "I apologize, champion" Deimos spoke with a smile as he bent over, gripping the hilt of the blade. However, the winner did not seem so light of heart and decided to stomp on the blade to keep Deimos from picking it up. "That blade helped win me my battle, I don't need you touching it with your grubby little hands" the man spat at Deimos with much disrespect. A few unknowing members of several clans, including Dracos laughed at Deimos, not able to tell who Deimos was through their ignorance and drunkenness. Chuckling Deimos would lift the blade with ease, despite the man using his entire body weight and the strength of his leg in an attempt to keep it on the floor. Tilting the blade the mans foot slid from its surface, causing him to stumble to the side, the crowd now laughing at him instead.


"You'll pay for that you son of a whore!" the man spoke with much rage as he quickly disarmed the man he had defeated and rushed over to swing downwards on Deimos. Raising the blade he had taken from the floor Deimos would easily block the mans blow, as if he was being attacked by an infant. "Good show!" Deimos yelled towards his attacker before raising his left leg, swiftly thrust kicking the man in the chest with enough force to send him several meters backwards, slamming into a nearby pillar. The previous champion now sat, leaning against the pillar unconscious, several of his ribs fractured with minor internal bleeding. The crowd and former laughing clansmen were now in a state of complete shock, none of them moving from their seats, simply looking towards the now dying champion. Dropping the blade Deimos would swipe another ale from a nearby table, placing a hand on a ministers shoulder as he passed, whispering in his ear "You may want to give him aid, unless of course you wish for him to die". Acting as if he had never said a word he continued passed the shaken minister who seemed to be frozen in shock at what had just happened. Proceeding towards Dante he would bow before finishing his second cup of ale "I see your feast is going very well." speaking as if what he had just done was completely normal.

 

[Elucid]

Tupper expected that they would've asked his men to put down their muskets before entering the city , so he had made his men conceal their pistols in their jackets , just in case something went wrong.


"Do as he says we don't want any trouble now"


@Bobisdead123

 

[Elendithas]

Being late as usual, Otiian and his party slowly opened the door to the great hall, the guard of his with the massive maul as his preferred weapon opening the doors and after doing so looking down on the tiny people that had gathered for the feast. Standing well over two feet taller than the majority of people there, he had a good view of the people, and the food. Upon seeing the table full of fine foods and drink, he rushed forward, gently knocking people out of his way until he were standing above it all, staring in wonder, then looking back at Otiian as if to ask "Please?". Although he had immediately ruined their ominous presence by acting like a kid in a candy shop, Otiian nodded to give him permission, which he immediately used, sitting at one of the larger chairs which almost broke beneath him as he plopped down, took his helmet off, and started to scarf food down faster than seemed humanly possible. Otiian by now had accepted that he would only have three of his guard for the night and looked over towards the action, only seeing a man getting tossed into a pillar and thus being knocked unconscious. "I think it's time we meet with our ally." Otiian had said to his guard before floating at walking pace towards the unconscious man where he then got the view of whom had done it. By the descriptions it certainly seemed to be Deimos, but what he had just done to this man certainly narrowed the list tremendously. Unfortunately he seemed to be speaking with the host of the feast for the time being, and Otiian was not one to interrupt a conversation. Instead, he looked up to search for any sort of balcony he could use to see all that were happening during the feast should something that catches his attention occur. Luckily enough, there were quite a few balconies lining the walls as any good palace hall would have (feel free to correct me if you specifically didn't want balconies in your hall) He and his guard made their way up to the nearest balcony and simply watched from then on out, waiting for something to either pique their interest or present an opportunity.

 

[Cyratis]

"So, the Halshki wish to meet....interesting, I didn't take them for the talking type"


Samuno thought this as he sat upon a tree stump within his fortified base in the Macedonian lands.


"Why would the wolf-clan like to talk?, Do they seek an alliance perhaps?. Hmmmm....maybe it is against my better judgement to leave the battlefield so soon but battle is only a small part of war when it comes to the bigger picture and I'de rather have a kingdom that will last after I am gone and having allies will secure that...".


Samuno than stood from his seat and called for his attendants and lieutenants


"There has been a change of plans, I am to go back to Ozu and welcome the leader of the Halshki clan. I will take with me my personnel guard only. And Kaga will lead the army in my stead, do you understand me?".


The Hatura commanders where slightly taken aback by this sudden change of plans but they knew better than to challenge their leader.


"Kaga, you are not to attack the Macedonians without me, continue to build up the fortifications and defend to the last man if you are attacked".


Kaga was an older man who had once been at odds with Samuno but like many of the other commanders here, he would follow the man into hell if circumstance called for it.


Samuno than turned to the captain of his bodyguard "If we row through the night and pray the waters are calm than in a smaller vessel we should arrive in only 1 and a half days, enough time to greet the Halshki clan leader. From what I've heard of him and his kin we would not want to disappoint them".


@player2

 

[player2]

With a small groan the ship halted, the lowered anchors catching on the muddy soil beneath the surface as it sat in the water a good fifteen feet out. Nirith quickly gathered himself; quickly putting on the thick furs and wolf cap that were accustomed to his rank along with strapping on a 7 pound war axe to his side, before walking up to the main deck, the boards aching loudly between muffled thumps. His face twisted slightly as he reached the surface, his eyes adjusting gradually to the foggy morning light, letting out a sigh as he breathed in the crisp air.


The men almost instantly crowded around him, each wearing enthusiastic expressions and a well kept but greasy beard on their faces as they looked to him without knowing exactly why they were here. In all honesty they were half glad to be of service to their king and half excited for the wine and women there was to be ahead, not that Nirith was not willing to oblige his men.


After a moment a gruff voice called out from the back of the crowd, the boards thumping loudly as he pushed through the throng of men to get to Nirith. The captain of the ship stopped only about half a foot from the chief, a concerned look painted over his face.


"Chief, we have made landfall at the western tip of the Island, if my maps are to be correct. Would you like to go further east?" Nirith studied the man for a moment before pushing him to the side, his eyes on the crowd before him.


"How many of you want to stay on this ship????"


The men answered in a joyful clamour "None!" to which Nirith turned around, a sly smile on his face as he looked to the captain. "It seems we will be beaching here captain, have your ship ready for 5 days and if you do not have a message back from me by then leave and find Grath." The captain nodded curtly, almost glad not to be holding host to these men for much longer as he gave the orders to lower the canoes.


@Cyratis

 

[Anaxial]

The Native attack was expected in hours, those hours turned to days, those days to weeks, the Twin Oath's blood thirst was reaching it's peak and only when the Alpha Beast Santili was sent to the frontlines with a ship full of native captures did things start to get underway. Coming with additional reinforcements, the Alpha brought with him an additional 500 Hound Masters- though they did not carry War Hounds with them, they held Native Prisoners, chained by their necks and forced to march in front of the Hound Masters, their mouths sewn shut, their eyelids burned open, they were shaven and naked as they day they were born. The twisted beast that had become of the Alpha Santili led the force, to the disdain of the First Blade.


"Santili, what are you doing to my Prisoners?" Elysima barked as she approached the Alpha, her personal guard of Masters in tow. The animalistic man snapped at her as she approached, one could hear his sharpened teeth clack together from a good distance. His body was changing, morphing him into some sort of horned beast- two short little nubs had began to grow from his cheek bones, his eyes too were black as pitch, and a majority of his body was covered in a thick greying fur, tufts exposed on the chainmail armor he wore.


"I would shred a man for lesser insults, First Blade." He said, his voice low, growling. He angrily paced in front of the woman, she showed no sign of backing down to the man-beast. "These are MY slaves. MY prey. Silar has sent me to correct you were you have failed." he went on to say, smiling quite literally like the devil. The prisoners, despite their mutilated bodies seemed fairly well kept, they weren't malnourished, they were clean, what was done to them was done recently.


The Army of 500 Hound Masters marched through the Twin Oath's defensive line, Alpha Santili choosing to take with him all the Feral Warriors of the line. This left the defence with a significantly lower number- 3,000. However, the defensive line had received TWO more mortar units, bringing the grand total to 5, a significant boost to their capabilities. Not to mention the force that marched out into hostile lands was now 1,500; 1,000 Feral Warriors, 500 Hound Masters, 500 Prisoners.


As Alpha Santili moved the forces away from the defensive line, the Hound Masters walked up front, their heavier armor and clearer minds glazed over the terrain for ambushes. As they got out of sight of the defensive camp, the Hound Masters proceeded to splash their prisoners with oil, causing many to cry out in muffled pain as the oil was near boiling and seeped into their every wound. Behind the Hound Masters, the Alpha Santili and his army of 1,000 ferals crept along the forest floor. they would be impossible to see without a good eye and many of them wore the furs of the Native life here, granting them a bit of camouflage as they moved deeper into the Hatura lands.


@Cyratis

 

[Soviet Panda]

Young Ram, simply called Ram by most, sat at one of the many long tables in the great hall. In one hand was a mug, it's content of Draconi Fire quickly going down his throat. Once the last drop was out of the bottle and in his mouth, he slammed the mug down, and announced his victory against the spicy beverage. "Daahh, you call that a drink! Goat's milk has more a kick then this stuff." he cried, raising a massive arm in protest. "And you call that fighting? Looks more like two girls fighting over which one's prettier." he called out once more, unaware of who he was talking about. "I'll give ye a real fight. Unless you want to go and fix yer make up a bit after that little tussel." he continued, speech surprisingly unslured, though his mind was more then foggy. He had been like this all night, the occasional person drunker then he was wanting to see if all his muscles were there just for show or not being tossed to one side and a table breaking. All that from just arm wrestling. One person did legitimately want to fight him, and he threw the man bodily across the hall. All in all he was causing a large ruckus, but that was to be expected from him and where he came from. His tribe and the Draco had a very similar ideology when it came to who should lead and who shouldn't.

 

[Cyratis]

*As the boats reached the shore, Captain Hernan jumped onto the sun kissed beach and let his feet sink into the sand. He then marched across the beach with his men and stood patiently on the beach with lines of armored gunners and swordsmen behind him*.


"Whomever man commands this force, I bid them to present themselves, for I come on behalf of the Esparian empire and wish to strike a deal". Hernan said in a booming voice.


@Beowulf