|
Post by Garruk on Jan 23, 2017 6:32:27 GMT
Location: South East Force: Garruk, Scourge of the Southern Wastes was not confined to those wastes, not really. That had just been his stomping grounds when the Mapheri Empire existed and had unity in Central Ardell that allowed the kingdoms to march together to stop incursions deep into the heart of the Empire. But that time had long passed from the world. The tribes of Orcs that made up his warband were not overly numerous, at least not today. He planned to sack the Summer Palace, the last vestiges of the Old Empire that had plagued the warlord's younger years as proof that such a unification would never again take place. And so, the tribes local to him had come together once again. The Rhino Knights were few in number but rode large, armored rhinoceros and so weren't exactly weak, or what one would normally consider shock cavalry. Each warrior wore some form of armor, carried a shield, spear, sword or axe, and a few javelins with the Warlord in the lead of the group. Behind them rode wolf riders, Orcs riding oversized wolves some manlings called wargs. While the Wargs weren't armored, they were big, fast, and dangerous. Each orc riding them carried a spear, shield, and sword or axe of some from. Some even carried bows with quivers for harassing the enemy. Then marched the Horde. Fifteen hundred Orc warriors armed to the teeth with every intention of turning the Summer Palace into rubble and ruins. They had simple plans. Ride down whoever stood between them and the city, let the Warlord tear a rent in the earth to let them pour into the palace, and maul everyone, taking everything. Garruk made the hilltop about two miles south of the forces of Gyn and eyed them. Manthings. Beyond them there was another army he couldn't see. Grunting as he cleared his throat the monstrous warlord turned to his captains, " Ready the horde for battle and continue forward at a resting pace." That would allow both orc and beast a respite from the long march so they would be able to fight harder. With a flick of his wrist a crow landed on his arm. " Take this to that army's leader and tell your brothers to circle them." The raven snatched the small note the warlord produced and flew off, followed by a flock of crows. Alexandra Feanor Harrier Wren Éléonore Rousseau Solaiel
|
|
|
Post by Alexandra Feanor on Jan 23, 2017 7:05:21 GMT
Location: The Road outside of Brecken Town Éléonore Rousseau Solaiel Garruk Harrier Wren Accompanying Force: 100 Broken, 2000 Soldiers, 100 Militia, 25 Local Soldiers (Writer's note, This just got eventful...) Alexandra's mind was flooded with a great deal more information than she was even prepared to handle. She had expected a force to show up along the southeastern road, hell she had taken it to even arrive in Therien and knew the other cities from that direction. What she did not expect was to get a report from one of her men that an army had snuck up on her so easily. Two miles was still a rather sizable distance for armored warriors, but it was still unnerving. Luckily her men were not so quick to fear or mistakes as others would be. It was common to be surrounded by potential enemies in Gyn as it was, having only recently disrupted the old order. Now they were dealing with a far more real situation of hostility with two armies cutting off any movement south and soon east and possibly even north if she allowed for the newer army to encircle her. This would prove problematic if she was forced to retreat which meant she needed to keep the north or atleast western expanse open in case of conflict. The benefit of the Orc army's location made it easier to gauge their size and numbers, though this did little to help her in terms of comfort. They were about the same size as her own force, but had the benefit of creatures of war that Alexandra was not privy to. Her magi and herself could work to put together some crude golems or wooden creatures, formed through the earth and buildings around them but that would take more than enough time for the orc army to attack if it so wished. At this point though she had little choice in such an order. That was when another development struck her and there was a small group of what appeared to be ten heading for her location. Her eyes were drawn to the white cloth being held out as a sign for a peaceful passage. She wasn't sure what to gather from this but it would be something she would have to figure out here and now. "I'm heading out to meet this one at the edge of our line, keep the crossbowmen trained and bring four others." She said to her closest captain who nodded. "Also, start work on some constructs, that new army worries me and if it tries to contact us with a rider, bring the message to me immediately, no matter what is happening." She finished before kicking her own horse into a stride, leading her to the place where she could talk with this man who had appeared. Something seemed familiar, an unlikely fact which touched her mind. She was unsure why this man seemed so familiar but he did. Once he was close enough for conversation, she spoke up and let her voice carry to him. "I do hope you and your company are ok, though it would be wise for you to keep heading north sir unless you wish to stand here. If you don't mind before you go, would you answer my question of why you approached my lines, as I am sure a small party likes yours could have sought safety in some other direction."While she talked with the man who had arrived, Garruk 's message would be received and delivered to her, allowing for her to glance at the contents while conversing with the man. She would not ignore Solaiel , but she would be sure to read that message as soon as possible, as it meant life or death for her own men.
|
|
|
Post by Garruk on Jan 23, 2017 7:26:24 GMT
The crow dropped the message and chirped, watching the letter be accepted and waiting close enough by to take a response back to its master as the Orc Horde continued forward at a slow pace, resting themselves in case they had to sprint and charge across the final miles to the army before them. I come for the Palace of the Old Empire, but we need not call each other enemies. Surely even you have foes you would prefer the Horde direct their attention. Garruk directed the Crows above the army of Gyn, watching them with glowing red eyes from atop his rhinoceros. If they became foolish and desired to do battle with the Horde, the crows would be close enough to halt the first volleys of arrows when the Orcs came within charging distance. The Horde seemed to split up into four groups of infantry with the heavy cavalry and cavalry in the center. Shields and bows were present in the Orc army already. Alexandra Feanor
|
|
|
Post by Éléonore Rousseau on Jan 23, 2017 8:26:39 GMT
General Lisa Vorquin [Vampire] Necromancer 250 Undead Heavy Cav [Heavy armor shield and weapon on armored undead steeds.] 250 Undead Heavy Infantry [Heavy armor shield and weapon] 500 Undead Warriors [Light infantry shield and weapon with limited armor] 4,500 Mortal infantry [medium with armor shield and weapon] 500 Mortal Archers As Lisa looked to an approaching cavalry scout she got wind of the orcs. “Well then things just got more interesting.” As the messenger from Gyn approached she looked to them. “Whatever message you’re leader has sent tell them we have a bigger problem. Orcs coming enough to be a problem for either of us. If they wish we will stay attacking you and you’re in favor of holding off the horde that comes. If not seems we’ll be stuck in a very odd conflict.” With that she began to deploy her forces to begin building some basic fortifications to defend their position. They could not likely full on halt the orcs with them but it could mean the difference between victory and defeat. The arrangement would be designed with the lighter undead infantry in the front forming the initial lien of defense. Armed with mostly shields and spears they could be effective against most foes. The rest would be set up to have cavalry be set to attack flanks or strike weak points. The heavy infantry would be along with the mainstay in the second line with the archers in the rear to rain death. The lake area gave them a good defensive position as the most likely avenues of attack were well known and the only flank to her east was a bit more heavily forested and a tad rocky making traversing it less ideal for large orc forces. Still she kept an eye for that area as the orcs moving from the south had managed to be missed earlier which was bad. The warband was now her main focus and unless the armies of Gyn decided they wanted an all out brawl she hoped to focus on them. Garruk Alexandra Feanor Feanor Harrier Wren Wren Solaiel
|
|
|
Post by Alexa Dawning on Jan 23, 2017 17:23:13 GMT
It was a long way for even a small force of infantry to travel from Tyre to Therien. The two city-states had maintained similar loyalty to the old Empire, even though it had fallen, and had cooperated on as many things as was possible. This included a small amount of trade, mutual defense agreements, and aid in the form of training for priests and healers within Therien. For, within the Imperial Duchy of Tyre, one of the greatest schools of healing existed. This was the Church of Resplendent Dawn within the County of Dawning. Every few years, an army of clerics descended upon Therien. Once there, they spent the better part of two months teaching new healers and providing refresher courses to older healers and Clerics who were in Therien. This year, the Countess Dawning, herself a Cleric of Thyra, took the helm of the trip. With her she brought 75 Knights of Roxayne, the paladins providing close in security for the Countess, 75 Paladins of Hefayne, traveling on their yearly wandering to coincide with the long trip to Therien, 25 Clerics of Corrack, whose Order assisted the city engineers in gauging their defenses every year, and 100 Clerics of Thyra aside from herself, some of them were novices, and others more senior to her. Along with the Clerics and Paladins, the Countess was required, due to Ducal policy, to bring a sizable guard unit. The County housed several thousand of Tyre's infantry, along with several thousand of each major Order's Paladins and Clerics, and hundreds devoted to smaller orders. The force she brought with her today, including the 250 Tyran Heavy Infantry. 150 of these career soldiers held dwarf forged halberds, and wore dwarf forged heavy armor. 100 of them bore heavy War Doors, shields that were the size of an adult dwarf, borne by some of the strongest soldier Tyre had, and bore heavy bladed swords, axes, and hammers as well. The final fifty bore heavy crossbows, each bolt rated to punch through all but the strongest armor. Up the road north to Therien, this troop marched. They marched in good order, with a ground eating march supported by Roxayne knights acting as heavy scouts. As they got within sight of Therien, several scouts returned with news of larger armies encamped nearby. "Halt our force." she told her signaler beside her. Then she turned to the stocky form of Hrafnir, the lead Cleric of this march for Corrack. "Get us built up, standard earthworks, please." She said. Both signaler and Hrafnir nodded and moved to their positions to enact their duty. A bugle call went out, the scouts returned, and the small force stopped. The air became thick with the scent of fresh earth as Hrafnir and his Clerics summoned their God's power to mold the earth around them into minor fortifications. Working with the infantry soldiers, they quickly had an encampment that would be hard to assail, protected by a portion of the infantry while the others set up camp. The Roxayne and Hafayne paladin's set up their areas, then set up their own watches. The Clerics of Thyra organized the food for the encampment, while Alexa looked out at Therien. After everything was set up, and the fortifications guarded, she turned to the most senior cleric there, a Priestess of Thyra. "Tai'en. We need to get a message to the Steward, let him know there are armies on their doorstep and that we are prepared to assist." "Aye, Countess, it shall be done." She said, then moved to her tent. With so many divine casters around, the air held an aura of the divine. Tai'en focused on this as she began to pray. Her prayer was a casting, sending the message Countess Dawning had requested, to inform the Steward of the trouble outside of Therien through the medium of Clerics within the city. Garruk Alexandra Feanor Harrier Wren Solaiel Éléonore Rousseau Stormwall
|
|
|
Post by Tane Merek on Jan 23, 2017 21:49:02 GMT
The scouting part of the mercenary company had reported armed forces approaching Therien - the city where Tane planned to resupply and have the men enjoy the festival. Unfortunately, this was changed and as an opportunist Captain Merek immediately set out with a couple of his best riders ahead of the slow paced company to see if any coin could be found in this situation. The company was instructed to slightly increase their pace and possibly an hour or less after Tane would appear with his riders on the horizon, the company would be seen. As the horses galloped and covered great distances, Captain Merek was finally able to view the masses of soldiers that had gathered in different locations. Whatever the darn Steward had gotten himself into was certainly very, very troublesome. With one of the riders bearing the flag of the company, those who had better vision or were closer to the galloping riders would be to discern the symbol of the mercenary company. Tane suspected that whatever festivities were to be held were most likely delayed. The captain ordered a rider to venture forth to the encroaching armies of the Orcs ( Garruk) to the south. Another to what seemed to be the force encompassing most men, if his sight served him right ( Éléonore Rousseau), another rider was sent to those bearing the banners of Gyn ( Alexandra Feanor), another to the Steward and another to those bearing the flags of Tyre ( Alexa Dawning). Their messages would be simple: The Sons were less than an hours march from Therien, their arms were for sale. Harrier Wren ; Solaiel
|
|
|
Post by Solaiel on Jan 24, 2017 1:08:43 GMT
Location: Road outside of Brecken Town. Forces: 10 average mounted soldiers, 1 Surprise Dragon The ten armored guards that approached Alexandra rode around a young human man who appeared only just in his 20's. He was void of armor, but instead was clad in a fine black silk coat and trousers. The embroidered leather boots, and finely engraved elvish sabre at his hip marked him to be one of the wealthy elite of the area. The youth raised his hand and his guards halted. He rode the last few hundred feet alone rather before slowing the horse to a stop in front of her. There was no point in bringing ten guards to meet with five. He had noticed a while back that the soldiers wore Gyn's colors. That interested him, but his eyes widened a fraction for a flash of a moment upon getting a good look at the woman before him. Solaiel had of course investigated Gyn after it overthrew the Empire's governors. He never expected to meet their queen on a dirt road outside of a commoner town. The dragon in human form allowed Alexandra to speak first and then bowed atop his horse in respect to her much higher station. Even the Dawnbreaker would bow to the royalty of the lesser races to stay concealed. He'd play his part until he could do so no longer. "Your majesty, you are gracious to meet me upon the road. I am Lord Solaiel Cor Vondreque. Vaundsberg has taken the lake. I was forced to evacuate my charges, and abandon my estate. It would be foolish to go to the city given the circumstances, and the wilderness is likely to be unsafe now. I had hoped to pass through Brekken Town, but had not expected to be greeted by Gynish forces here."Solaiel eyed the crossbows that were trained on him as another soldier arrived to bring the orc message to Alexandra. The dragon caught the faintest trace of orc scent on the air. Had his war band moved without consent? No, it was likely another force was emboldened by the tension in the area. Orcs thrived off of chaos. What was about to transpire was the very definition of it. Another sensation suddenly entered the Dreconian's mind. In the distance he could faintly feel holy power. The only explanation he could fathom was a large group of paladins or clerics. That would be a huge problem for him if he was forced to pass through their number. Things were getting more complicated. It seemed that the city might have been a better path if only temporarily. "If I may be so bold your majesty. What are your plans for Therien," asked the noble. He might as well learn her motivations. Rough decisions would likely come soon. Alexandra Feanor
|
|
|
Post by Rhun Llewelyn on Jan 24, 2017 1:16:29 GMT
There was something of an omen about the air before a battle. Rhun had always said as such during his earlier years and now the air was getting thick and heavy, as he had always noticed. He blamed it on the magic, the natural forces of the winds getting drunk and thick on the power magic gained when around pure emotion, the type of emotion that was risen by magic. Even Silvashan; his horse was acting oddly, the beasts head would dip further as they moved grunting loudly as it would raise, swiftly moving from left to right on a straight path. “Easy boy.” Rhun would say patting his gauntleted hand against the white chargers neck. “We’ll speed up I have a feeling something is behind us.” He had no idea how right he was. Now barely half a mile from the small town of Brecken and the unknown forces that sat within, Rhun was caught between a potentially hostile engagement, a crow soured overhead, forcing him to look backwards down the road.
Dust. Noise. The smell on the air. He squinted and frowned. “Orcs.” He muttered. He had seen too many of their kind to not guess the horde marching upon the town. “Let’s go.” He kicked the stirrups and dug his spurs into the hide of the stallion causing Silvashan to go forward at a pace more in line with a charging knight. The town appeared fast enough, as did the banners and lines of soldiers awaiting within. Rhun slowed his charger and assured he was visible enough to not be seen as an immediate threat, for these banners were not of the area. No they were of… Gyn? The small kingdom up on the Calrou Fork? They were a long way from home if it was, Therien was close to Brecon borders, and Llewelyn territory so it was of a concern to see so many troops capable of being so close to home without prior warning. “Halt!” A soldier had risen his hand toward Rhun as he entered the borders of the town. “State your name rider.” The scene was tense, soldiers on edge in a difficult time. “Sir Rhun Llewelyn of Breconhall.” He announced. Hopefully the title would bring some respect. “What is the meaning of this? Has Therien become a Banner House of Gyn?” He paused the advance, Silvashan nervously kicking at the ground. “Of Breconhall?” The guard looked confused and relieved at the same time. “Lady Feanor will wish to know of your arrival. However which side have you taken? The Loyalists and Rebels are about to engage in open war.” “So I have heard.” Rhun shrugged. “It is not my decision on who to side with, I am an Errant-Knight, I must protect those who need it.” He was wondering who this Feanor was, his father would know, but his father wasn’t here. Nope just him. It would be best to just go with the flow on this one. GarrukAlexandra Feanor Feanor Harrier Wren Wren Solaiel@Éléonore Rousseau Alexa Dawning Dawning Tane Merek Merek
|
|
|
Post by Harrier Wren on Jan 24, 2017 1:20:56 GMT
Among the turncoat nobles and the Vaundsburg camp followers, in the festival ground between lakeside estates, Harrier murmured a word. In her pocket, her own ring went cold as the ghost awoke. The shade ascended into the sky, invisible or close enough, one faint little flicker. Within a few minutes, he began to whisper in her ear. His report was succinct. She sent him into the water; again he returned and reported. Then she let him return to his rest in the hidden ring. In her mind's eye, a coherent picture took form: OOC/ Since things were getting a bit confused, I threw this together based on what you've all written and what I've described. I had to fudge a couple of details, so it may not line up perfectly with your mental images, but it's about as good as it's gonna get. Hope this works for you. V = Vaundsburg G = Gyn S = Sons (merc company) O = Orcs T = Tyre H = Massed elite forces loyal to Steward Harmon Solaiel Tane Merek Éléonore Rousseau Alexandra Feanor Alexa Dawning Rhun Llewelyn Garruk
|
|
|
Post by Aldacer on Jan 24, 2017 1:26:08 GMT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7d0sX_z4eEThere was chaos beginning below. Whoever commanded undead below had forgotten those in the Light servings the Gods could feel such abominations gathering in the hundreds, much less thousands. A beacon of vile darkness had coalesced in the area below, and Aldacer had little difficulty securing the support of the Dwarven Siege corps who was at a nearby City shoring up defenses on a paid expeditionary order. Three airships, the dreadnought Irodil’s Fury recently refitted, and two smaller carracks fitted more for ‘naval’ warfare, with less ballistae and more focus on promethium dispensation floated above the clouds, waiting for the moment. With little revealing them, on the way over Aldacer had went from ship to shipping, blessing the supplies of promethium. Now it would burn like the unquenchable fire of the sun, but with the holy rage of Irodil against those against whom vengeance could be sought. Irodil was holy, but it was less about blessings and more of punishing those who had done wrong, and righting that wrong. Those below, whether abominations of necromantic or dark magic, or just willing or conscripted soldiers, would feel the fury of the substance worse than any pain ever wrought before. Seeing the force below them, Aldacer had flaggers signal to the other ships. The two smaller carracks sat just at signal mirror and flag distance with cunning and precious telescopes to view. Each had cost him dearly but they were proving worth it when traveling in a fleet. The smaller carracks began the fight in earnest. Everyone else could send messengers and more all they wanted. The Dwarves, and the Venator that lead them, were here not for territory, but just as at Silverclaw Valley, here to right wrongs. The decimation of the undead was their concern. Aldacer signaled to his man in the crows nest, and a single arrow sped into as close to the heart of the undead as it could, exploding on impact and releasing a small gout of green-blue fire that quickly turned to white fury as it burned. Carracks began spewing a bright blue green substance as they sank out of the clouds, the ground beneath them and to the sides of the vampiric army beginning to be encircled by a ring of holy fire. Somewhere, a keening horn sounding almost like an echoing bass drum sounded, and the harsh clash of steel plate to steel plate sounded in marching cadence. Heavily armored dwarves came, rage burning in their hearts and minds, a single-minded purpose of destruction their only guidance. Dwarves with bizzare looking devices and crossbows, massive shields with firing slits on their back and heavy belts with iron balls were to the front. Pikeman with massive spears followed just behind them, and to the sides armored dire rams and boars ran in flanking cavalry. Behind them marched a sturdy core of further crossbowmen around a dozen or two rams, pulling a train of maybe a dozen cannons and a massive ballistae like the one on the dreadnought above. As finality, the ululating horns blared again as they marched in time. It was not a balanced force, but it was perhaps useful for the task at hand, an amazingly deft siege force, numbering somewhere around a thousand and a half. From the air came a surly shout as the dreadnought descended, echoing like a peal of thunder. “EAT FIRE YOU UNDEAD BLIGHTERS!”
-Dwarven Expedition Force- 100x Dwarven Siege Engineers - Repeating Crossbows, single fire blunderbuss (12x), 3x crude hand grenades a piece, Coat of Plates Armor (Battle of Wisby Archer styles), Tower Shield w/ Firing Slit 500x Dwarven Heavy Cavalary - Mounted on armored dire boar or ram (250x each, rams faster, boards hardier). Armed w/ steel lance, heavy plate, heavy steel shield, warhammer or axe. 650x Dwarven Heavy Infantry - Pike, Heavy Plate, Tower Shield, Short Sword, Dane Axe or Warhammer 250x Airship Crew/Engineers - Light Armor, Repeating Crossbows, Short Swords.
Irodil's Fury - Dreadnought sized Steel-Clad Airship. 12 repeating balistae on sides where typical cannons go. 6x promethium (greek fire) dispensing devices at maor directional points). Heavy repeating siege balistae on open deck at fore. Steel Ramming figurehead
Mountain's Strength - Carrick sized Steel-Clad Airship. 6x Repeating ballistae on sides where typical cannons go. 3x promethium (greek fire) dispensing devices at fore, starboard, and port
Vengeance's Radiance - Carrick sized Steel-Clad Airship. 6x Repeating ballistae on sides where typical cannons go. 3x promethium (greek fire) dispensing devices at fore, starboard, and port
Harrier Wren - Alexa Dawning - Éléonore Rousseau - Garruk -
|
|
|
Post by Garruk on Jan 24, 2017 1:55:15 GMT
Location: South East Force: Garruk's ushered his war rhinoceros forward, the terrible beast from the Southern Wastes had probably never been seen of such size in Therien before. Most of the domesticated creatures were much smaller than the ones the Orcs rode, wearing iron and steel barding over their thick hides and horned heads. " Continue forward." " Yes warlord." The Orcs simply kept marching further forward, moving through the hills to miss the Army of Gyn that was amassed outside of a small worthless town. Instead they swung northward, but didn't seem intent to give them much space as courtesy. With a voice of booming thunder the Warlord shouted an order to his army in the harsh orcish tongue. " W͈̙͔͎͡ó̖͇̦̣̦l̖͎v͡e̡͓̝̘̖s͍̤̫͠!͉̲̟ ̀ͅS͖̲̤̩̯̀ͅe͎̖̳̯̰̝̕n͇͙̣̘̻̟̥d̸̳̜̥͔̲ ̸͙̩̯̠̘ou̙̱̞̙͖t̻̻̙͉̜̞ ̥̠̜͎͕̯y̶o͏̰̹̩͖ṵ̧͚̮͙͎̮̱r̘̯̕ ṕ͇̙̱̩a̬̦̼̳̞c̗͇̳̖ͅͅk҉̳̦̮̝̭̲̱s̞͉͇̥̝̯.̜͓̤̼̗ S̞͖̯̩̱̕a̘͘c̪̗̜͍͠k͍̘̕ ̵̖͔̱̜͓̣e̫̹v̝̟͚̖͔͡e͘r̺̘͙̫̭̮͠y̶ ̣v͉̼͓̣̺ͅi̧̤̞̹l̬ĺ̪͉̮̗̳a͙͎̠̘g͎ͅe̴̮̯̺̼͇͈!͔̳̫ͅ" The army answered with howls from the oversized wolves as most of their number broke from the horde, tearing up the northern fields heading for the two villages in the north east. That would at least bring plunder and conflict into the Horde, sating some of their need, the need every Orc felt in their veins, in their soul, for battle. The four infantry groups turned to move towards the palace only after they swung north of the army of Gyn. Perhaps they would decide to be the saviors of the Summer Palace? Or perhaps there was another purpose for their visit. Rhinoceros Knights rode close enough that if the army wanted to fight, they could make the charge quickly enough. Wolves pounded away, faster than a horse could trek over open ground or in deep forests, the wargs rushed for the poorly defended villages. Garruk continued to play with the crows, weaving them closer and closer to the ground in a large circle, that from above may have looked like a cyclone. " So many things to play with." Fires lit in the sky to the south, but they were of no concern. The longer the manlings fought each other, the more likely he and the Horde would arrive at the city. A rider approached the Horde, which was odd considering not a lot of people sent messengers without tribute to an Orc Horde on the warpath. But these 'Sons' did. They wouldn't be getting their messenger back, but they would receive a raven clutching a poorly written note. I wouldn't bet on the Steward being able to pay you.
Harrier Wren Éléonore Rousseau Alexandra Feanor Solaiel Rhun Llewelyn Aldacer Tane Merek
|
|
|
Post by Prince Ineirin on Jan 24, 2017 2:14:40 GMT
Alexa Dawning AldacerAerlion was no friend to the Mepheri Empire, that was certain. It was an age old conflict between the Sea-King and accepting the Emperor as a proper ruler of the nation. It had led... to hostilities and religious persecution from the Empire. Ineirin had had no intentions of getting involved in a war over the last remnant of the Empire, but sea-powers had to get along in order to prevent a war upon the seas, so he and his honor guard of ten Knights of the Gull, on a diplomatic mission to the other kingdoms, had agreed to move with Tyre. That may have been a poor decision, Ineirin now realized, as bugles and horns sounded, echoing through the air. Fire rained from the sky from flying ships, of all things. Ineirin and his guard pulled on the reins of their horses, rounding them into a tight circle as the Tyre forces began to hurry about. Something tingled in Ineirin's veins and he looked to the others, unlacing his helm from his saddle-horn. "Abominations are nearby. The Sea-King's wishes are clear, but we must balance that and our goal. Aerlion is not here for a war when we have Malzentine perched across the strait." His voice was deep and clear, like the sea on a calm day. "Set up camp within the..." He blinked in surprise as the fortifications rose from the ground. "In the fortifications. Prepare the mounts and weapons for battle. I will go ahead and take stock of our situation." He slid from the horse and cradled his helm beneath his arm before striding through the bustling army. Soliders and clerics and paladins made way for him, the heraldry of the Crown Prince of Aerlion clearly engraved on his armor. Only he and the honor-guard were permitted to wear such sigils. He approached Alexa, hailing her with a quick greeting. "Countess, what is the situation?" He seemed calm, coming to stand beside her and look out across the plains. He noted several armies assembled. He barely recognized their emblems. Gyn. Vaundsburg. One that looked like a mercenary company and far off into the distance, he heard the distinctive sounds of orc. The prince frowned and rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, watching the fire engulf around the Vaundsburg army. The presence of undead continued to prickle in his veins, driving to charge forward, to do battle with those who would usurp the natural order of things and send them to where they belonged, where they could nourish future generations of life. But he held back. Knights of the Gull were capable warriors, but eleven against an army was madness. "Me and my guard are prepared to assist in what ways we can."
|
|
|
Post by Alexandra Feanor on Jan 24, 2017 3:05:45 GMT
Location: The Road outside of Brecken Town Aldacer Garruk Éléonore Rousseau Rhun Llewelyn Solaiel Tane Merek Alexa Dawning Prince Ineirin Accompanying Force: 100 Broken, 2000 Soldiers, 150 Militia, 50 Local Soldiers, 25 Golems, 10 Constructs. (Sorry about the ammount of text, alot of info to respond to and everyone has a small bit in the post. Tried to link your name to where I mention you) Alexandra watched as the man got closer, her eyes watching him more and more closely as she shifted a bit and tried to look through the magic strands to see if she could get some idea on what this man was. Mana moved through creatures differently, and for those like her and the broken, or even elves who shared a similar trait in their blood, mana was a very real part of them. But this man seemed human, and he seemed like he was without magic so it felt very very odd that the strands acted in the way they did. But his connection to those strands was not what was important right now, after all she had now two forces to deal with alongside another soldier running up to relay the arrival of Rhun Llewelyn as well as another message, from who she could not tell until the information was given to her. Her interest in the man was brought back to focus when he spoke, as he knew just who she was and where she had come from, the second being more likely than the former but a fact she smiled at. "I am decently surprised that you know who I am when I have never seen you myself, at least to my knowledge. Sadly, pleasantries are a bit out of place for now and while I would enjoy learning about you, I need to get back to my men and make sure that those who would seek destruction are dealt with."She was going to bid him farewell when he brought up the summer palace, or rather Therien as a whole. "My purpose for Therien? To see if this suspected heir to the Maphiri line is real, and if it is so replace the steward who owns his throne. I have no intention to conquer this place or revive the empire of old, only to restore a boy to his rightful place and see if he can rule. Why do you ask?" While she waited for a reply, her hand would rest over Garruk 's message, the writing reforming as her hand drew across is it and carved a quick rune into the corner of the paper. The reply would be simple and direct. "I have no intention of protecting the palace itself, but I will stop you if you lay a single hand upon any being that is not a soldier, a fact I hope you understand." With that done she would hand it to the first soldier, sending him away just as the second arrived with letter in hand and the words about the newest arrival. This was alot and her scouts were informing her of the arrival of a holy force in addition to the all too easy to see assault beginning on the Vampire and her soldiers, a fact that made Alexandra grin. "If you would excuse me my lord." She said to Solaiel before turning to the guard. "Two doves, one to the ship in combat (Aldacer ) and to the force heading from the south(Alexa Dawning ) regarding our offer of aid with those in the south once the Orcs are dealt with. Offer payment to this mercenary band (Tane Merek) to intercept and halt the orcs, should combat occur, The Kingdom of Gyn will pay the mercenary band an increased amount to make up for their losses and personally provide burial rites for their men. Lastly, show this knight to my command tent, and make sure that the Golems and Constructs are ready for activation, I have the slight feeling those Orcs do not only seek the Summer Palace." Her voice halted and she looked at the man who she had been speaking with. "Lord Solaiel, I have no intention of forcing you to help in routing these creatures, though I am sure you would enjoy the return of your home without interruption from the less than civil creatures on the field today. I am not asking for your help after, but for now I would enjoy any help given in keeping Therien in one piece... afterwards, I would enjoy your presence in Gyn where we can talk more. You intrigue me. If you decide to help, my men will allow you into the camp, if you wish to leave we will not impede you." With that she turned the horse and kicked it into a full stride, heading to deal with this new knight and to reorganize her forces to intercept the Orcs. Five minutes laterAlexandra pushed through and looked into the command tent, her eyes moving from the captains assembled there to the knight who she had been informed about. "You, you are the knight named Rhun Llewelyn correct?" She said to him, her body moving past the table to where she could grab her helm and a shield she had not rode to the location with. By this point she had strapped both blades to her waist and she was making sure everything was secure in how she wore it. A loose piece of armor, or busted belt would only get her in danger if she had to face someone in combat. "If you can fight, which I assume from your look that you can, I must ask that you join us in dealing with the Orcs who seem to have moved on the people of Therien. I have no intention of explaining my reasoning for being here to you until this battle is over and dealt with, but I will ensure you that after any questions you have will be answered. Ok?" She stopped and looked at the man, only waiting for a response before giving orders to her soldiers. "Aureus, Bracheas, Take your soldiers to the east, take your men north and try to intercept the Orcs before they cause too much damage, do not directly engage them in open combat until you are certain you are not risking the lives of your men, we do not have the army here to support a full scale conflict and I want to see these Orcs routed, not exterminated. Darius, Yulistros, take your men with me and make sure that you protect the volunteers from Therien. I do not want to see them on the frontlines unless their commander so chooses. You will not risk victory to save the few though. Our intention is to protect the many. Lastly, I want a dove sent to the Steward, any civil conflict can be put on hold until the invaders are dealt with, a sentiment I am sure he will agree with." The captains all nodded and she looked to the captain of the Reforged. "Get the Constructs and Golems active, they will be our main line of defense should we get overrun and outnumbered. we move out immediately to the north."She smiled at the man as he nodded and pushed out, her hands flexing in the gauntlet around her hand before looking at Rhun with a smile on her face, one excited for battle as the runes she kept on those gauntlets flared to life with the same symbol that was on the Standard of Gyn. "Shall we Knight, I hope you are as excited as me for this momentary distraction." Alexandra loved battle, she enjoyed it and it was the thing she had been bred to enjoy, she was going to avoid it but if it was inevitable like it appeared to be, she would kill any of those Orcs in her way.
|
|
|
Post by Garruk on Jan 24, 2017 4:10:11 GMT
Location: South East Force North: Force South: The raven he had sent to Gyn returned with a message and though the Warlord had to mouth out the words some in order to comprehend them, he understood well enough. " Hold the wolves." Garruk said as he tossed the parchment to the ground beneath his rhinoceros. " Call the packs to gather. Give me ten of the Knights and one company. Captain," The warlord turned to the large dark skinned being riding beside him, glowing red eyes staring into the creature's soul. " Lead the rest into the Steward's fools. Do not fail the Horde." The orc captain gulped, and nodded, having been left in command of the majority of the orc army he could do little other than accept that honor to lead them. Garruk, followed by the small portion of the Orcs and the majority of the wolf riders joined up, turning north just as he had ordered, but angled enough to miss the two lightly protected villages, just beginning their journey as only a moment or so had passed. If Gyn would let them to the Steward's army unmolested it was an opportunity he could not pass up. Not when his rivals did battle in the south. " Take this back to the Gyn woman." With a massive hand he pet the raven affectionately as it chirped and took the message back. Deal. No one follows my horde to the Palace and I will spare the helpless. Alexandra Feanor
|
|
|
Post by Solaiel on Jan 24, 2017 4:20:43 GMT
Solaiel watched her eyes as she stared at him intently. Was she trying to work out his disguise? No, perhaps just wary of a stranger. He listened patiently as she gave orders to the soldier that approached. It was a sign of the hard times when a queen had to speak in front of a stranger on such delicate matters. It couldn't be helped though. Then she turned back to him and asked for his assistance. What assistance could 11 men offer? Was she on to him? No, every single armed man was of value when the stakes were raised so high. The false human bowed from his saddle once more. "You will have have my blade, majesty," he added as he raised his head to see her already turning her horse away. The haste was of course understandable. The dragon waited for the crossbows to lower and then he waved his ten guards to follow before walking his horse into the village. His ears picked up the royal's voice once more as he unsaddled his horse and tied the reins off on a nearby post. His dragon heightened hearing was able to easily enough pierce the fabric of her command tent to pick up some of her words as she moved about. He was far enough away to not rouse to much suspicion as he stood in the road. She seemed to be addressing some kind of knight. She spoke of protecting the poeple from orcs. Did she really care for these people or was she just trying to appeal to the fools code of morality? Perhaps he'd see what she was made of soon enough. Something suddenly grabbed his attention and made the false man wince. New forces had entered the field of his supernatural senses. Paladins perhaps ... surprise? Death... how... Solaiel's alignment to the darkness element allowed him some measure of sensitivity to the undead regardless of his disdain on the matter. Things had gotten more interesting and dangerous even to a dragon. Alexandra Feanor Rhun Llewelyn
|
|