Fantasy The War

[Strategos]

Xentrev


Xentrev punched Akechi's stomach so hard it actually made his arm hurt, "God damnit, can;t you see the word 'vampire' is what pissing off the winged girl of death? Jesus man, Even I'm afraid of her, so top saying that!" He said angrily. "There's a boat waiting at the harbor, wait for me there, we will talk on the way back to the kingdom." He said shaking his hand, "Damn.... stomach of steel..."


@Ami the breadling

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

he would feel the hand, it would still hurt him but the impact would be mostly negated by the armor which was plates of steel and wood, but not meaning he would be hurt. "well im not, i've killed many vampires in my life and no little girl bloodsucker will scare me anyday" he said "ill catch up my king" he said @Ami the breadling

Perdita grinned. "I would rip you appart, but my queen would not like that... So i give you the chance to go fightlessly now!"

 

[CainMcknight]

Lord Lucius was sitting in his throne elevated above the rest of his court, He was looking down at the man in front of him. The man was of old age something that was very rare in the kingdom of Drager Løse most men die at a young age either in the mines or fighting for Lord Lucius. Since the man was of such high age he was receiving the court's full attention even Lord Lucius was carefully listening to the man's plea. The older man had only one grandchild still alive and wanted him to stay and take care of him but the law of the land dictates the grandchild should go off to war. Lord Lucius looked down upon the man and the rest of his court waiting for their opinions on the old man's request. One of Lord Lucius' Advisors stood up bowing in the direction of the lord then stood up and spoke facing Lucius "My Lord if I may, The Elder man is just trying to save his family we could easily send someone to take care of the Elder." The man that was speaking was named Oliver, Oliver and Lord Lucius met along time ago and Oliver became an advisor for the lord. Lucius hanged on the words of his advisor then looked towards a man wearing a green and black cloak at his right side, from a distance it appeared that Lord Lucius was whispering something to the man in the cloak But in reality Lord Lucius had not said a word and the man in the cloak was using magic to read the thoughts of the Lord. Normally it would be forbidden to read the mind of Lord Lucius and was punishable by death, But Lord Lucius didn't like to talk unless he had to so he allowed the Silence Standing next to him to read his thoughts. The Silence was a secret organization made to protect the king from the shadows, The Silence Stepped forward in front of the king and spoke on his behalf to the many advisors and the elderly man kneeling before Lord Lucius. "Lord Lucius has agreed with High Elders Oliver decision, As such the Elderly man's Grandchild will be brought into the army when he reaches age, At the same time Since High Elder Oliver Said to send someone to take care of the elderly man Oliver's Daughter will go and take care of the elderly man in any way he sees fit." The Silence Bowed and stepped back next to the right side of Lord Lucius as the other advisors bowed down touching their head to the ground in front of them and they all whispered in unison "Let his will be done" Then they all stood and left the Lord alone in the throne room with the elderly man. Lord Lucius stood up walking down to the elderly man while he was still kneeling down Lord Lucius guided the elderly man up to standing he was a very frail and short elderly man but he had the muscles of a warrior, it was clear that he had fought for the Lord in the past. Lord Lucius snapped his fingers and a slave with diamond chains around his feet slowly walked to the two with his head bowed low in respect and fear and he offered a tray to the Lord and the elderly man, on the tray was a bag of food and water. Lord Lucius picked it up and gave it to the elderly man The man thanked Lord Lucius and kissed his ring then slowly walked out of the throne room Lord Lucius walked back to his throne and sat down on his throne looking at the vast empty throne room with the Silence to his right.

 

[Kent]

Azazel's eyes were shining with curiosity as she watched the Light Queen and the handsome elf interact with each other. Love was a complex emotion,and yet one that mortals seemed to understand completely. But Azazel that had centuries of experience wasn't even close to understanding or even feeling the amount of adoration she had seen in the elf's eyes.


"It's...interesting,my king. They were acting,making a scene. And yet I felt sincerity in their emotions. If they love each other,why do they have to pretend?"





She often sought his wisdom on deep questions such as these,things that she couldn't understand but was sure that her king would. But her thoughts were momentarily pulled away by the sudden shift of the room's shadows.





"Queen Bellatrix shows her power." Azazel spoke out loud now,facing the darkness that came to meet her and the king. But whenever the shadows got closer to the duo,they moved away.

@Wickedkent
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"Law.." Uesis Said


"Law, Prevents them to marry.. The elf is not noble, so it is against their law" Uesis said


Whenever shadows get near him it dissipates under his holy presence.


"Let's eat, shall we?" Gavreel said but did not wait for Azazel's answer and headed to the royal dining room.


He sat on the head chair and asked food from the serveants which obviously knew him.


"We don't get hungry, but their food is delicious" Uesis said

 

[TheEscapist]

Azazel's light frown only deepened at his words. The expression seemed out of place in the perfection of her features,a shadow of distress into a face that was made out of pure light.


"That is silly of her,my king." She projected those thoughts,not wanting the Queen to know of her opinion. "If I were able to feel such an amount of love for a being..."





Azazel interrupted herself,being filled with confusion. She wasn't physically able of breaking the law,not while she was a being of duty itself. But would love be able to change that fact? The only person who held her adoration was King Uelis,so maybe she would never know. Angels weren't meant to have mortal feelings,after all.


Azazel allowed the king to sit first before she placed herself by his side. The sweet,golden tone of her eyes seemed to be reflecting the lit candles.





"I wouldn't be opposed to tasting it,king Uesis. As long as you allow me to taste everything first."





There was no poison in the known world that could affect a being like Uelis,but Azazel was always extra careful. You could never know the kind of tricks that a woman like the Dark Queen had.





"My king,I have to ask. Now that Queen Svenja is out of war,she may be more open towards diplomatic relationships. A deal between out kingdom and hers would be favorable for both sides. Have you considering asking for an audience with her majesty?"


Her thoughts were sent towards the king,but no single emotion was portrayed in her face. If Azazel had been interested in human games,she would have won every single time. No part of her demonstrated emotion unless she wanted to.

@Wickedkent
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[CainMcknight]

Lord Lucius was sitting on his throne gazing out the window at the many districts below his castle he felt pride for his creation. Lord Lucius stood up and started walking through his castle he passed many rooms such as the dining hall were his advisors were eating their evening meal before returning to their duties. Lord Lucius walked out the front of his castle the knights guarding the entrance bowed as he passed by while a Silence followed from the distance remaining in the shadows lurking. Lord Lucius was walking along down the road as a fire started to grow at the base of his feet until he was shot into the air the fire sending him up into the air like a firework Lord Lucius flew for a couple minutes until he landed at the training grounds. As Lord Lucius looked upon his soldier's training for combat he saw the new soldiers sparring with the elites, training in Lord Lucius' land was brutal but it made great warriors. Lord Lucius walked over to the barracks where he found James the head soldier of training James assigned training partners and assorted most of the equipment that the soldiers would use "My lord i was not expecting you here for another month pardon the mess and disrespect." James said hastily while bowing down as a sign of respect Lord Lucius grabbed the chart on the side of the wall and flipped through the pages until he found the slip labeled grunts and he burned into the stone granite wall the number seven. Lord Lucius wished to get seven Grunts to train with in the hope of making them stronger as well as having some fun in fighting before returning to his duties. Lord Lucius walked out to the training field with the seven Grunts behind him the new recruits and soldiers moved out of the way giving Lord Lucius the whole training field in order to fight with.

 

[Kent]

Azazel's light frown only deepened at his words. The expression seemed out of place in the perfection of her features,a shadow of distress into a face that was made out of pure light.


"That is silly of her,my king." She projected those thoughts,not wanting the Queen to know of her opinion. "If I were able to feel such an amount of love for a being..."





Azazel interrupted herself,being filled with confusion. She wasn't physically able of breaking the law,not while she was a being of duty itself. But would love be able to change that fact? The only person who held her adoration was King Uelis,so maybe she would never know. Angels weren't meant to have mortal feelings,after all.


Azazel allowed the king to sit first before she placed herself by his side. The sweet,golden tone of her eyes seemed to be reflecting the lit candles.





"I wouldn't be opposed to tasting it,king Uesis. As long as you allow me to taste everything first."





There was no poison in the known world that could affect a being like Uelis,but Azazel was always extra careful. You could never know the kind of tricks that a woman like the Dark Queen had.





"My king,I have to ask. Now that Queen Svenja is out of war,she may be more open towards diplomatic relationships. A deal between out kingdom and hers would be favorable for both sides. Have you considering asking for an audience with her majesty?"


Her thoughts were sent towards the king,but no single emotion was portrayed in her face. If Azazel had been interested in human games,she would have won every single time. No part of her demonstrated emotion unless she wanted to.

@Wickedkent
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"Silly, but it is the truth... Law forbids them to marry" Uesis said as he walked


The duo then arrived at the dining room and uesis sat first.


"If you wish, you may taste it first" He said with a smile


"what a vigilant woman" He thought to himself


"Yes, we can consider to make some diplomatic relations with the light kingdom, we are the same with them after all" He projected the thought back to azazel



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[KhalZhavvorsa]

The very minute Bellatrix's black flames would hit the Siren on the arm, they wouldn't be coming off. They would burn and burn until finally she was no more, unless Bellatrix took them back or Bryn had holy water. Bellatrix of course had ran forward after the fireball, but she wasn't as close to the Champion as she thought. Her heels smacked the ground as she ran, her left had already holding a hellfire ball at the ready then threw it at her once more, a diversion so Bellatrix could get closer. The time for talking had passed, and her was going to bring retribution to her people. She would not allow this dirty little child to get away with killing her people so disrespectfully. Of course, as Bellatrix ran her hand bleed, dropping blood on the ground behind her as well as in the little bits of her purple hair that didn't fly back when she ran.Bellatrix by far was ready to end this, to make Bryn her servant for years and years to come and make her watch as she took down the Water Kingdom. Pay back was truly a bitch.


@ThatOneWeirdo @Cosmo

 

[ThatOneWeirdo]

Bryn Maeve

Bryn watched with wide eyes as the flames greedily crawled up her arm. For a second, panic froze her in place, before she grabbed the holy water at her waist and poured some on the fire, dousing it. She was distracted, she didn't look up in time. She didn't see the Lich queen until she was all but on top of her. She dropped to the ground and rolled backwards, a gasp escaping her lips unwillingly.

Oh, shit! The mental thought hit her like lightning, her instincts taking over. If you're taking me down, you bitch, don't expect it to be easy. Bryn readied her sword, aiming a hit right toward the Queen's leg.​

 

[Cosmo]

~?~

Arkos kept pace with his queen, not distracted by her pyro abilities as this was far from the first time they had fought side by side. He was attuned to her as only someone bound to her whim and has fought alongside her for greater then a millennium could be. And, as if seeing this moment replay before, Arkos felt rather then saw what was going to happen. In her faith in her own nigh-immortality and her hunger for victory, she would lower her defense in favor of all out offense while the foe prepared to launch an attack of desperation, or perhaps spite, against their foe.


If it were anyone else, Arkos would have let the blow fall as it was a duel, a dance of life and death between two opponents, an honorable meeting and engagement, few ways to die better then in such a fight. Yet, without thinking, his sword lashed out to deflect the Siren's sweep at his Queen's legs. It wasn't a command that forced him, nor was it compulsion through magic, it was merely compulsion through one's heart. He could not stand by and watch his Bella.


As the sparks slid from their blades, Arkos registered a simple fact, the Siren was fast. Considerably so. The blow had come like a viper and if it weren't for his considerable experience, he doubted he would have been able to intercept it. While he had the speed of a Dark Elf, he was certain this Siren was faster then he, she would have been a worthy challenge, and he felt sorrow at the injustice situation she found herself in, facing two opponents of their skills. Twisting his bone wrist, he lowered his blade slightly as he gripped it with two hands to steady it as if he expected weight to come down upon the cursed blade.



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@ThatOneWeirdo @xEmoBunnehx

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Bellatrix had the utmost faith that Arkos would block the attack, or she'd just take it; either way, she was going to be fine. The instant Arkos had, a devilish smirk came across her lips, as she used her continuous momentum to her advantage. Bellatrix leaped onto Arkos's blade with one foot, then boosted off of it and sent a kick lashing out at Bryn's chest. Their teamwork was beyond anyone's the duo had ever face and most were not surprised as they had spent so many years together to get everything absolutely perfect and in sync. Though one would say 2 vs 1 was unfair, Bellatrix liked her odds, and she knew without a doubt she'd come out victorious.


@ThatOneWeirdo @Cosmo

 

[ThatOneWeirdo]

Bryn Maeve

When her blow was blocked, Bryn did something she hadn't done in years. She hissed in pure fury. Two on one. That was honorable. She was so angry that she didn't see the kick until it landed on her chest. She took it, rolling backwards with the impact and landing with a wicked, evil grin on her face. She quite looked like a goddess, beautiful, divine, ageless, and utterly pissed. Her sharp teeth were bared, tightening her grip on her sword as she charged.

She was fast. Very few could match her speed. That was what she used. She dashed to the side of Bellatrix that Arkos wasn't on and rained blows on the Queen, trying to break past her defenses. She had no doubts that she'd lose eventually. She had no doubts that the Queen would be able to destroy her, especially with her slave at her side. But that didn't stop her. She let out another furious hiss as she fought.

"Talk about Stockholm Syndrome." She snarled.​

 

[TheEscapist]

“Law can be cruel at times, my king. And I was once cruel as well. But I do hope that Queen Svenja and her lover can find a way through the rules that keep them apart.”


She spoke to the king through their mental connection, but her eyes had been focused on the servants that circled the table. Azazel was ever vigilant of their hands and expressions. Any small threat, any vision of poison and she would strike against those beings without a second thought. Once the food as placed in front of them, she began to check it for any unknown substances.


“The people of Galadanard have powerful amounts of light energy into their bodies. It’s actually a surprise that they aren’t directly descended from divinity itself.”


Again, waves of powerful magic seemed to approach the castle. By reflex, Azazel felt her eyes turning to it’s source. She could almost imagine the queen in her dark elegance, fending off enemies that lacked the intelligence to realize that she couldn’t be defeated. Arkos would certainly be with her as well,protecting the Queen with the same eagerness that Azazel would have showed to Uesis.


“Your friendship with the Dark Queen is an interesting one,your majesty." Azazel used 'interesting' for lack of a better word. "By all means,you are both polar opposites. And yet you seem to be able to coexist in peace."





Once again,her mind drifted towards Arkos and Bellatrix. Then the faces of Raeghal and Svenja surged in her mind. With hesitation,Azazel turned to the king.





"My king...this is a personal question. I will understand if you don't have the desire to answer me. But have you ever felt love for another being? Are angels even able of such feelings?" Even through her thoughts,the tone of curiosity was completely obvious. @Wickedkent

 

[Kent]

“Law can be cruel at times, my king. And I was once cruel as well. But I do hope that Queen Svenja and her lover can find a way through the rules that keep them apart.”


She spoke to the king through their mental connection, but her eyes had been focused on the servants that circled the table. Azazel was ever vigilant of their hands and expressions. Any small threat, any vision of poison and she would strike against those beings without a second thought. Once the food as placed in front of them, she began to check it for any unknown substances.


“The people of Galadanard have powerful amounts of light energy into their bodies. It’s actually a surprise that they aren’t directly descended from divinity itself.”


Again, waves of powerful magic seemed to approach the castle. By reflex, Azazel felt her eyes turning to it’s source. She could almost imagine the queen in her dark elegance, fending off enemies that lacked the intelligence to realize that she couldn’t be defeated. Arkos would certainly be with her as well,protecting the Queen with the same eagerness that Azazel would have showed to Uesis.


“Your friendship with the Dark Queen is an interesting one,your majesty." Azazel used 'interesting' for lack of a better word. "By all means,you are both polar opposites. And yet you seem to be able to coexist in peace."





Once again,her mind drifted towards Arkos and Bellatrix. Then the faces of Raeghal and Svenja surged in her mind. With hesitation,Azazel turned to the king.





"My king...this is a personal question. I will understand if you don't have the desire to answer me. But have you ever felt love for another being? Are angels even able of such feelings?" Even through her thoughts,the tone of curiosity was completely obvious. @Wickedkent

"Yes, they have powerful amounts of light energy..But lacks understanding" Gavreel said as he closed his eyes


Gavreel opened his eyes and looked at azazel when she mentioned his friendship about Bellatrix


"we were friends since childhood,, we played with each other, we tried to kill each other" Gavreel said as he recalls the past


Azazel then asked him if he have ever felt love


"Love... have i ever felt love?..." Gavreel thought of it, but could not answer.


"No.." he responded
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[KhalZhavvorsa]

The Siren was fast, faster than Bellatrix would of liked to give her credit. In almost an instant the fish was at her other side and slicing away viciously, carving her flesh as though she was a piece of meat. The pain was surreal and almost sent her flying back yeas ago to the Mage Rebellion...she actually hadn't felt true pain like this in several centuries. She would almost go to say it felt good to know she could still feel pain, but she knew it wasn't the same pain as being alive.


Blood pooled at her feet and Bellatrix could only laugh, then grin as she weaved her hands around and suddenly the blood at her feet was now flowing upwards into Bellatrix's hands and forming into a long scythe. The blood then hardened in her hands and she lashed out with giant blood scythe, drips flying off of it as she did so. Blood magic. Something she hadn't used in a very long time.


She was smart, Arkos decided, and should she be turned to their side, unwillingly or not, she would make a worthy addition. From his angle, he was unable to block many of the blows directed at his queen, merely block those that would hinder her movement such as to her legs, head or neck, his blade nearly kissing Bella's flesh as it diverted or blocked what it could, buying her the time she needed to use her magic...


The blood that ran down her pale body, mattered her beautiful hair that, what felt like moments ago he had been running his fingers through wishing he could feel for just a second, had formed into a scythe.


Arkos stepped back, away from the duo, his sword stabbing into the earth before him. She needed not his protection now. Although, he remained watchful as every nick on her pale flesh had torn a gash through the hollow of his chest.


@ThatOneWeirdo @Cosmo

 

[TheEscapist]

"They are very young,my king. Almost like children,especially when compared to us. I do believe that one day they will mature and fully reach the potential of their powers."





His mentioning of childhood made Azazel blink with slight confusion. She was never a child herself,being born with the same maturity she had nowadays. And when she tried to imagine the King and the Queen as children,nothing came to her mind.


"That must have been an interesting sight."





But the reply to her question of love brought a rare emotion to Azazel's eyes: disappointment. She should have predicted that answer.





"I guess that I'm correct,then. Angels cannon feel love." She tried not to sound frustrated. But it was hard. @Wickedkent

 

[Kent]

"They are very young,my king. Almost like children,especially when compared to us. I do believe that one day they will mature and fully reach the potential of their powers."


His mentioning of childhood made Azazel blink with slight confusion. She was never a child herself,being born with the same maturity she had nowadays. And when she tried to imagine the King and the Queen as children,nothing came to her mind.


"That must have been an interesting sight."





But the reply to her question of love brought a rare emotion to Azazel's eyes: disappointment. She should have predicted that answer.





"I guess that I'm correct,then. Angels cannon feel love." She tried not to sound frustrated. But it was hard. @Wickedkent

"We can feel love.. but not that kind of love queen svenja showed us earlier" Gavreel said


"Love for our people, love for our country, love for our friends..We are capable of that" He said with a smile
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[Strategos]

[QUOTE="Ami the breadling]Perdita grinned. "I would rip you appart, but my queen would not like that... So i give you the chance to go fightlessly now!"

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"you do not scare me vile beast" he said, he grabbed his wakizashi and heightened his senses, he utilized each and every on of them... sight, touch, smell, sound, taste, everything he utilized as he ussualy does fighting a vampires


@Ami the breadling (i am so sorry i didnt get the notification)

 

[CainMcknight]

Hours later after Lord Lucius had fought with the Pawns and sparred with them he felt tired and most of the training grounds was burnt the soil wouldn't produce any food for decades. Lord Lucius slowly walked back to his castle walking through the streets his people bowing in fear as he walked by. When Lord Lucius finally got back to his castle he went straight to his chambers and flopped down on his bed resting his eyes only for a second before an arrow shot out from a corner of the room and landing in the neck of an assassin hiding next to Lord Lucius bed. The Silence stepped out from the shadows and retrieved his arrow before killing the Assassin Lord Lucius thanked the Silence and he slowly slipped into the shadows as Lord Lucius knelt down next to the assassin and started searching his corpse while the guard that was watching Lord Lucius chambers walked into the room asking what was wrong. Lord Lucius found a note on the assassin and stood up facing the guard, he didn't say a word but Lord Lucius walked up to the guard and grabbed his head then pulled his head close to his own. Lord Lucius stared into the eyes of the guard and slowly fire shot through the guards body and he let out screams of terror and pain until his lifeless body dropped to the floor his eyes burned out and his insides liquid. Lord Lucius wrote down orders on parchment for this mess to be cleaned up before he returns Lord Lucius left his castle as he was reading the Assassins note and in a rage red fire gathered around his feet and he propelled himself up into the air flying away from his kingdom following the note.

 

[Cosmo]

~?~

"Loose!" Gerhard commanded again, his voice hoarse and quickly lost in another deafening twang as a hundred crossbows set free their deadly steel bolts that punched through the rags cover the shaggy, misshapen ratmen and sent them tumbling down, but still they came, driven on by their horde mentality.. until they came to the walls. The Drogar slaves in the front tried to slow their charge as they neared the stone walls, but the ones behind them could not halt their momentum, an unending tide that soon worked against them as the first wave was smashed into the walls, their snouts exploding in blood and teeth as they were crushed beneath the weight of the slaves behind them.


It was a surreal moment, as the slaves looked around, being peppered and impaled by bolts as finally the thought that they lacked siege equipment and so any way to scale the walls wormed its way through the beaten, tortured horde, and with the next volley spreading Drogar blood across the ground, it did not take long for panic to spread through the ranks, a shrill, "Run-Run! Flee-Flee!" filling the air as the ratmen started to flee... In their pursuit to escape, slave turned on slave, clubing, clawing and biting at the ones who were, moments before, comrades in their desperate desire to flee.


"Sir.." Gerhard said, Regnier tore his eyes away from the carnage below to look at his Marskmen, pointing out to the growing horde of real Drogar warriors... a line of which advanced with shortbows in their paws and realization crossed Regnier's face just as they pulled the strings back, "Crossbows! Off the wall!" Regnier shouted before stepping to the ledge waving his warbanner to Hilda and the gathered halberds, "To the walls!" He yelled, waving them up in desperation for what was to come.


The sound of wind rushing through feathers, a distinct 'whistling' sound pulled his eyes back to the panicking Drogar before him as he ignored the men adn women who streamed past him, dismounting and mounting the wall. His eyes watched the arrows as they arched through the air... then came down into the back ranks of their own slaves and as if a spell had been cast over the field, the panicked Drogar came to a stop, their beady eyes turning to their flailing comrades even as the warrior Drogar in the back pulled back the bowstrings of their shortbows to let loose another volley. The message was clear. Charge forward and maybe die, or flee and certainly die.


Faced with certain death, what little resolve and sanity the slaves had disappeared as they fully gave in to their primal instincts, a veteran somewhere to his left called out the name of what was descending over the horde in fear, "Death Frenzy!"


The panic before was nothing compared to this as bloodlust overcame the fear that once overcame them. There was no flight, merely fight. They clawed and slashed at each other as they poured forth once more as an unending tide, slamming into the wall and then... and then they climbed. Drogar jumped onto the stone wall before sliding down, the claws of their hands snapping off or peeling away leaving bloodstains of their efforts behind even as other Drogar behind them started to climb on them, a frenzied horde of blood, teeth and clubs as they gnarled and killed one another, all to seek safety... the safety that lie over the wall and their corpses, "Halberds! Keep them off!" Regnier commanded, but it was a moot point as Hilda had already fought her way to the ledge, using her polearm to impale and hack at the Drogar trying to ascend to the top, cleaving through dirty robes, fur and bone, but it did not stop them. Regnier spotted one slave take three halberd spikes to the chest and only claw and snap at the oaken shafts as it tried to pull itself up onto the wall using the metal prongs stuck into its chest as leverage.


Despite their efforts, some made it high enough to strike back, out of the corner of his eye, he watched one young boy, no more then seventen if he had to guess, take a rusty dagger to his exposed throat, the Drogar that thrust the dagger having its skull split by a swing from the nearby halberd who shoved past the youth who was still backpedaling as he clutched his throat, willing the lifeblood that freely pumped out to stop... The boy would die there, on that wall. Seventeen. He would never...


Regnier's thoughts were cut off by a man struggle against a Drogar who had lunged off the shoulders of another and now grappled with the Halberd, its clawed hands holding the oaken shaft as it sought to dig its long fangs into his throat, their baser nature noting the weak point, Regnier twirled the warbanner, wrapping the flag around the shaft and impaled the Drogar through the chest, nearly impaling his halberd with it, but together, they managed to force the impaled Ratmen who still clawed and snapped at him even as the wooden shaft replaced most of its major organs and sent the beast tumbling down to the inner courtyard to be finished off by the Pikes below.


Silence... as Regnier looked up from the fallen Drogar he had just impaled, he wiped the blood from his face and the hair that mattered to his blood soaked forehead to examine the wall and the field below. It was... covered in mangled corpses. Some with bolts sticking out, others missing pieces and many, more then any other, were missing chunks as blood still pumped freely from those vicious wounds applied by their own terrible maws. The bodies were piled high, nearly to the top of the wall, and just as the Drogar horn sounded again, Regnier's heart sunk. They didn't bring any siege weapons because they did not need them. They had forged ramps out of their own dead.


Letting out a breath, Regnier's eyes lifted up to the sight of ranks upon ranks of disciplined Drogar Warrior Caste marching towards the walls. Their glaives held high, their rusted chain and leather armor proudly displayed compared to the slave before. Among their ranks, massive hulking beast some so horribly mutated and experimented on until they appeared as little more then moving blobs of oozing flesh with long flaying spikes and tentacles lashing around, others were obviously Ogres... the massive brutes had collars around their necks and many had... 'attachments' added such as arms replaced with large grotesque hooks and blades.


The soldiers would climber right up the bodies and the walls they stood behind would act as little protection as the two sides engaged even while the Ogres battered down the gates... Regnier took a deep breath, willing his nerves to calm, the feeling of dread to leave his body, but it wouldn't, and from the looks of the soldiers around him, he knew they felt it to. This was surely their last dance. Slowly, he moved his wrist, shaking his lance as the banner unraveled, the Bloody Crow.


Holding the lance up, Regnier shouted, "If this is to be our end, Ostlanders, then let it be a worthy one. We are the Bloody Crows! And if we are destined to feed the carrion with our corpses, then by the Gods, we will give them a feast worthy of remembrance!"


Shaking his banner, Regnier let out a simple warcry, a chant, "Feast! Feast! Feast!"


The chant was taken up by the Halberds first, led by Hilda, her tight gray hair spilling out around her knocked free of its tight bun. The swords joined in next, smashing their blades against their shields, "Feast! Feast!" The Ostlanders cried out in defiance to the oncoming Drogar.

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@TheEscapist

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"you do not scare me vile beast" he said, he grabbed his wakizashi and heightened his senses, he utilized each and every on of them... sight, touch, smell, sound, taste, everything he utilized as he ussualy does fighting a vampires
@Ami the breadling (i am so sorry i didnt get the notification)

Perdita sighed. "She said I may kill intruders. Right now, you became one." With the little blood still left in her reserve, she formed a sword and took on a fighting stance, wings and blade ready to strike.

 

[Strategos]

[QUOTE="Ami the breadling]Perdita sighed. "She said I may kill intruders. Right now, you became one." With the little blood still left in her reserve, she formed a sword and took on a fighting stance, wings and blade ready to strike.

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he puts on his wakizashi on a defensive stance, to ready for the incoming attack. he thinks of fighting such as chess, it's better to see what moves your enemies do first, and thus he treats his battle like chess and does it like chess, calmingly, strategically and accurately


@Ami the breadling

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

he puts on his wakizashi on a defensive stance, to ready for the incoming attack. he thinks of fighting such as chess, it's better to see what moves your enemies do first, and thus he treats his battle like chess and does it like chess, calmingly, strategically and accurately
@Ami the breadling

Perdita kept standing, ready to attack. However she did not attack, she never attacked first. SHe had time. If her queen returned, she would even be allowed to kill him with permission.

 

[Strategos]

[QUOTE="Ami the breadling]Perdita kept standing, ready to attack. However she did not attack, she never attacked first. SHe had time. If her queen returned, she would even be allowed to kill him with permission.

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"hmm... so she decided to take a stance and open her pawn fiirst so she could open way to a greater counter attack... i suppose ill play this game, ill open my pawn as well" he thought in his brain, he changes his stance of his wakizashi from offensive to defensive @Ami the breadling

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"hmm... so she decided to take a stance and open her pawn fiirst so she could open way to a greater counter attack... i suppose ill play this game, ill open my pawn as well" he thought in his brain, he changes his stance of his wakizashi from offensive to defensive @Ami the breadling

Perdita got annoyed at his movelessness. She floated up into the air and spinningly dove to the ground. The blade went for his chest, while the knives at her wings spun around like a deadly whirlwind. She tried to impale him with her wings at the same ime, having by that three attacks launched at him, which came from almost every side. She would have fun draining him, a lot of fun. It was almost nicer if they put up a fight. That made her more excited.