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Post by Shaher the Fallen on Apr 13, 2009 20:34:53 GMT 8
Breaking Dawn The Town of Witchwood Farming Fields
Shaher barely acknowledged the orc as he spoke, his eyes lighting up as the words "We have the Seer trapped" pierced his mind. Immediatly he spread his wings and drew his sword. "Dragonblade, you're with me. Take that wyrm of yours anf follow me to the Seer" he said to the tanned Fallen before him. He turned to the ever growing army behind him and took to the air so that all could see him. "The rest of you, follow as best you can. The Seer will lead us to the city of Royals and once the are dead, this realm will be ours for the taking! March!" he cried before signaling for them to follow his lead and flying South towards where the orcish scout had directed him.
Lucien Lucien immediately jumped into the saddle of his dragon and patted its long, scaled neck, hissing to it softly "Fresh blood my friend, royal blood is to be shed. Follow the General, we are under his command until his time with us is finished and this world belongs to us..." The dragon nodded, what appeared to be a smirk barely visible beneath a constant snarl, jagged teeth protruding from under the lip over the gum.
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Post by David Noles on Apr 19, 2009 17:53:36 GMT 8
Dawn Feilds of Witchwood Riding East
David made his way to the royals as his men desperately began to form a square around them. "Hold you fire" David said as the attackers began another charge at them. "Hold" he said as they got closer. "He looked over to the Royals as the Lieutenants kept his order of Hold. "My Ladies once I have opened a gap take Captain Cair and get to the Kings side. Sir Jaykob and I shall hold them back while you escape" After receiving the nod of approval David turned back and Ordered the Fire. Smoke and fire filled the sky around the men in the square as Orc after orc fell victim to the rain of steel as the musket balls tore a hole in the attacking forces. "Go now!" he yelled at them as the two horses took off. "Men defend the Royals! Boyenttes. Charge!"
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Post by Shaher the Fallen on Apr 27, 2009 20:42:33 GMT 8
Broken Dawn The Town of Witchwood Skies of Minevra
Shaher flew noiselessly, the wind whipping past him as he seamlessly maneuvered through the air, the sleek black dragon maintaining his speed a few paces behind, his place in the battalion seemingly known. His wings flapped slowly as he elegantly waved amongst the clouds, the ground below him racing past in a flurry of green and brown. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dragonblade draw his weapon and nudge his beast towards the ground, catching Shahers eye as he did so, motioning that the target was in sight. A tad irritated that this lesser Fallen was taking the lead, Shaher followed suit, careful to give Dragonblade a vicious snarl as he passed on his short lived journey to the ground. Pulling his mighty blade from its scabbard, Shaher landed in front of the fleeing horses, crouching as he landed before slowly getting to his feet as the royals pulled back on the reigns, taken by surprise by his sudden appearance. "Greetings from the realms of Oblivion your magesties, but I'm afraid you're call for help ends here. Dragonblade!" he cried as the ally landed with a swift sweep of wings and a loud roar. "Take care of the warriors, I wish to...escort these fine people back to the portal, the prince will be glad to see them no doubt. As for you too, the prince gave no directions as to whether you should be delivered unharmed, and I've found that those lying on the brink of death are so very...persuadable." he finished with a wicked smile.
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Post by Sir Jaykob of Mor-Ríoghain on May 3, 2009 20:48:24 GMT 8
Dawn Feilds of Witchwood Riding East
Jaykob heard the beating of unnatural wings and a sudden silence of the forest. He signalled his Knights to make ready, knowing that Ciar would have noticed the same anomolies that could only mean an ambush. He moved closer to the mortals, looking no different, if not a little more graceful, than any other Knight in the column. An inch of TIntreach's blade was exposed and Jaykob's hand sat comfortably on the pummel, ready to draw the blade in a single fluid movement.
He looked around him and was proud of Ciar's Rangers. Not even his eyes could clearly discern them from their positions among the trees. It is said that Rangers carry the lives of 30 men in their quivers, their accuracy renowned throughout the land. It gave confidence to the mortals that such an ambush can swiftly be turned back by the uncanny accuracy of this mysterious Corps.
He had not a chance to send word of the possible ambush down the line before it was upon them. The Commander made the mistake of not only identifying the officers, but sending them to the Royals. Any half trained cannon fodder would know to take out the officers first. Pleased that he was recently sated, he drew Tintreach from its sheath and held the great blade easily in his left hand.
What appeared to be the leaders of the ambushing party began to speak to the Royals, very politely requesting their presence in the dark planes. Jaykob's undead ears picked up the sligh thrum of an arrow as he saw the Rangers picking off the sentries and straggling warriors while they had the chance that they would still remain unnoticed.
The Knights shifted uneasily in their saddles as their deaths were ordered with no more gravity than the culling of vermin. The indicated warrior strode forward as Jaykob decided to act. He knew his knights would cover the escape for as long as they could, and with that in mind Jaykob subtlely moved so that he was between the Royals' horses. As the attack began Jaykob took advantage of that initial chaos as the Rangers began to make their presence known and arrows began to hail down with deadly accuracy.
He grabbed the two sisters around the waist and in no more than the blink of an eye was shrouded by the shadows of the forest. Using the blindingly fast pace that only came from being Undead, he was quickly miles from the battle. He set the two women down and indicated for them to be silent as he thingyed his head to listen for any scent or sound of pursuit.
"Ciar will take care of the ambush. We have a pre-arranged rendevouz should something like this occur. For now, we must get you to your parents as fast as we can. Should there be no objections, my carrying you would be said fastest way." Jaykob said in his husky, deep voice. Though he could just take the Royals without a word of explanation, he preferred to give them a choice when it came to close physical contact with one such as him.[/size]
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Post by Ciar Of Mor-Ríoghain on May 3, 2009 21:00:00 GMT 8
Dawn Feilds of Witchwood Riding East
Ciar had sent her Rangers as deep into the surrounding forest as she could, spread out along both sides of the lines. Their specially trained horses gave no indication of their location away as the entire unit carried their longbows across thier laps. Ciar's hand came up in a signal that was well known. The forest had gone unnaturally quiet, and it was not due to their own presence.
In the space of but a few heartbeats, every Ranger had an arrow nocked into their superb bows. There would be no need for her to order them to shoot, this was no formal military unit. They would take shots as they saw an opportunity to reduce the enemy ranks without being seen. The soft thrum of the bowstring could be heard as the sentries were eliminated and then every bow was raised and drawn in readiness for the impending attack. Ciar had seen Jaykob reposition himself during the enemy's monologuing and smiled. It was as if they had practiced this manouvre a hundred times before.
The order to eliminate the warriors and take the Royals came and Ciar nodded her head. As the warriors strode forward, the Rangers fired as one, the soft thrum of a bowstring intensified by sheer numbers. The enemy warriors dropped with the impact as every arrow found its mark. The Knights moved forward to give themselves room as sword clashed upon shield in the unmistakable clamour of battle. She faintly saw Jaykob bound off into the forest among the confusion before turning her mind back to the battle at hand, her own long bow firing faster than any human could dream of as her arrows shot down the warriors that were too close to where the Royals had been standing but a few moments ago.
Though the battle was by no means won, there enemy had been severely reduced by the uncanny accuracy of her Rangers. But this had not managed to take out the biggest threats - the two leaders and their winged beast. Ciar nocked a specially tipped arrow and fired it at the beast, a scowl gracing her perfect pale features as it failed to penetrate the armour-like scales.[/font]
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Lucien Flamore
Oblivion Army
Converted Fallen
Dragoon - "Dragonblade"
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Post by Lucien Flamore on May 3, 2009 22:23:31 GMT 8
Dawn Fields of Witchwood Trampled Roads
Lucien spun his spear in his hands as the order for his action was given. He held it in front of him, casually twirling it about his body moments before he sprung, using his wings to give him extra speed as he collided with the first knight, his long handled weapon piercing the horses thigh, throwing the man from his own steed. Lucien followed through by leaping into the air and driving his feet into the knight, forcing him to the ground and causing his helmet to roll off just as Lucien plunged his spear into the mans skull without hesitation.
Now aware of his movement, the rest of the small battalion made to move in on him, and with the momentary distraction at hand, Lucien whistled shrilly to his beast. The dragon swept its tail in an arc, sending knights sprawling to the ground. Those that escaped the wrath of the dragons tail charged at Lucien with full speed, Lucien parrying the strong attacks with minor difficulty, skipping backwards every so often to adopt a more defensive position as he glanced at his winged friend, now busy engulfing its latest victims in a shower of flames.
Meanwhile, Shaher paused in momentary surprise as one of the knights suddenly sped into the woods, scooping up the royals in his arms and moving with speed unbefit of a mere human. Growling at this cowardly act of fleeing, Shaher made for a different target, the arrows raining down on the small horde of Oblivion Warriors from the forest. He charged into the forest, weaving between tree's as his hearing directed him towards the constant thrum of releasing bowstrings and the whistling of arrows. In a matter of minutes he had tracked the rangers down and decided to make his presence known, consequentially by signalling to his nearby Fallen comrade. With a short series of signals, he made his objective clear to Lucien, the fallen angel whistling once more to his beast. The dragon spun away from its feast of charred knights and ignited the forest with a steady stream of flames, the tree's quickly catching alight as the flames jumped from the dry wood to its neighbor. Shaher let out a burst of wind from his great wings, sending nearby flames towards the elusive rangers and their deadly accuracy.
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