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| Ariakas | Jun 3 2008, 06:06 PM Post #121 |
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Foren Heften and his men entered the port mayor's house just as the reinforcements sent by Sergeant Mortem arrived. Foren had seventeen good men at his disposal now. It should be more than enough, as long as Peter Kradensis had spoken the truth and the Realmers truly held the docks. The area around them felt silent. Foren ordered some of his men onwards to scout the building. The first rooms were filled with corpses, both Realmers and Weisslanders. It had been a fierce battle here, most certainly the Weisslanders had fought hard to guard the ruler of the town. Foren gave command of the people staying outside to one of his closer men, Crean Tiven, before following his men inside. The house was large and dark, and smelled of blood. Foren caught up with his men and led the way to the room where the Port Mayor would be. At the same time five men came running out of a street, cut across the plaza and immediatly sought out Crean Tiven. The young Realmer, twenty-two summers old stood up and adressed the men. "What is it?" "The Weisslanders are moving," one of the scouts said. "There are many hundreds of them and seem to be moving in small groups slowly across the docks. There are no signs of our men." "Quickly," Crean said, "go back and watch them closely. They are moving in this direction?" "They will be here at this plaza shortly," the man said. "Capturing the port mayor will give us an ace," Crean said, both to himself as well as to the men. "I hope Foren hurries." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Viljam Heglin led his cavalry northwards. They were on the small plain ahead of the southern gate of Ordail. The banner of the White Realm still hung from the top and the fog had almost completely vanished. The walls seemed empty as well. It could be quiet before the storm of arrows but Viljam prayed that his comrades had truly cleared the walls. A group of men were running from the now open gate. Viljam could see Sergeant Mortem were among them. He called out with his strong voice now. If they Realmers were on the run, there would be little point of stealth now. "We come to your aid, sergeant," he cried. "For the Realm." "For the Realm," Mortem cried back as Viljam, his knights and the rest of the Realmers came closer at good speed. "Ride Sir Heglin. Ride for the Realm." Viljam Heglin did not think for long why Sergeant Mortem was outside the gates. Maybe they were going to tear it down. Maybe they were fleeing or bringing wounded to safety. Viljam Heglin did not care much. He was a knight and now he would go into battle as one. He pulled his sword as he reached the open gate. His men follow him into the enemy city. |
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| Gorfang | Jun 3 2008, 07:23 PM Post #122 |
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The southern force heard the cavalry long before they were seen. At once Captain Laurie shouted out orders "All halt. Spearmen form up here, archers at the rear. Send men into the two streets running parallel with us now! Let them come to us. There is no way a cavalry force can go around us, there are few streets to use and those streets are now full of our citizens. Those Realmers wouldn't dare attack unarmed citizens." Without a few minutes, the force had taken up a defensive position. In the main street the spearmen were standing right across the width of the street with shields at the ready and spears forming a razor-sharp hedge. They were standing six ranks deep, even if the cavalry could break through the front rank they would be stuck within a formation of disciplined Weissland soldiers and take horrendous casualties. Similar setups were arranged in the two streets which ran parallel with the main throughfare, although these streets were slightly smaller, which also favoured the spearmen over the cavalry. There were buildings on both sides with no gaps which could be exploited. There was a clear space occupied by Nord and Captain Laurie along with a few men with their swords at the ready instead of spears. If the enemy could get through the spearmen they would not have a free run at the archers. The archers stood in three lines, spaced so that they could all fire easily. Some other archers had been sent up to the roofs of the buildings overlooking the space in front of the spearmen. If the enemy wanted a fight, the Weisslanders were going to give them one. But both Nord and Laurie had agreed that they should attempt to speak with the Realmers if possible. It would all depend on how the Realmers came into sight. If they charged straight away, the Weisslanders would not falter in their defence, but if they waited, perhaps diplomacy could be used. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The northern force continued its search of the docks, spreading out both east and west. Groups of sailors and soldiers were drawing nearer to the mayor's building. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Jun 4 2008, 04:26 PM Post #123 |
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Xazkil lifted his head slowly from the desk, the face between his mask contorting with shock at a sudden realization. He turned sharply towards Moyra. "The mayor! We need to ensure the safety of the mayor!" The Shadow Mage nodded her agreement. "Who will you charge with this?" Xazkil produced a dagger from beneath his robes. Its edge was jagged, designed for tearing through flesh and bone alike. He watched as the sunlight from the window glinted off the surface of the blade. "You and I will take care of this. Besides, it will give me a chance to meet our attackers." Slowly, Xazkil moved his head towards Moyra. "And I do so wish to meet them." Again, Moyra nodded. "Very well, sir." The two moved down to the basement, but not before Xazkil had appointed another Seeker to oversee the operations from the inn. Silently, the pair left through the back window and moved through the streets. They stuck to the shadows as they made their way towards the mayor's manor. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jun 11 2008, 04:50 PM Post #124 |
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Viljam Heglin was surprised at what sight greeted him on the other side of the gatehouse. The gatehouse itself had been filled with dead Weisslanders, as was the street behind. The escape attempt had been more than succesfull. Why had the Weisslanders been so little careful he wondered. He formed the cavalry on the open ground between the wall and the houses. He called for silence. He could hear the sound of many people, but there was no fighting nor marching orders. There were talking, the city was buzzing with life. It sounded like ordinary citizens was walking the streets in the middle of the night. Viljam Heglin managed to calm himself. Battlespirit was not needed here, caution was. He turned to one of the sergeants. "Order two companies to dismount, sergeant," he said. "And make the rest of the infantry hurry up. We will need them. Send a rider to Sergant Mortem and find out what the hell is actually going on." Then he turned to two of the riders that were more lightly armored than the rest. "Kviten and Svarten, ride ahead and scout. But be carefuly, I don't want them to have more prisoners than they already have." ------------------------------------------------------------------- In the sewers in the docks, Peter Kradensis sat down, his acolytes and personal guards surrounding him. He loved this moment. In so many years, almost a decade and a half he had hid himself among the Realmers acting as the engineering assistant of Hound. Now finally he could show his true colors. He began to speak magical words, the ancient language flowing from his words. He would need to speak with his superiors. Lord Doman might be on the Dark Council, and Vivien Led was indeed a favoured one, but Peter Kradensis knew they were inferior to him in the end. He would play this out himself, despite of what Doman's plan was. |
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| Gorfang | Jun 11 2008, 06:43 PM Post #125 |
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The Weisslanders waited tensely, prepared for battle. There was nowhere for the enemy to go around, and they would have a hard time going through them. Laurie and Nord hoped that would give them the opportunity to open a dialogue. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Several groups of Weissland soldiers and sailors, numbering at least one hundred began to filter into the plaza at the mayor's building. A shout was raised as the Realmers were spotted. One of the sergeants called out "Realmers! Come on, surround them." His sword was at the ready and his troops fanned out around him, weapons gripped tightly as they advanced towards the Realmers at a steady pace. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Jul 2 2008, 02:40 AM Post #126 |
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Xazkil and Moyra moved towards the mayor's manor. They could see men at the doors, but from this distance they could distinguish where their loyalties lay. But that did not deter Xazkil. He moved quickly towards them, Moyra following behind. "Stand aside." He said simply, but his voice was firm. His words, his tone; both he used to create an air of fear around himself, one which had near-always succeeded in sinking into his enemies, or even his allies for that matter. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 3 2008, 07:39 PM Post #127 |
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The men outside the mayor's manor led by Crean Tiven had been prepared for the soldiers and the sailors moving across the plaza. They raised their weapons ready to engage them, but were totally unprepared for Xazkil and Moyra stepping out of the darkness almost right in front of them. The man ordered them to stand aside and his tone, no matter by charismatic power or magic, struck so that many of the Realmers held down their weapons and stepped back. Crean Tiven stepped in their way however and lifted his sword. "Hold firm Realmers," he called out and met Xazkil gaze to gaze as the Weisslander soldiers and sailors came closer across the plaza. At the same time Foren Heften retreated through the main doors to the mayor. His men was pushing a well-dressed individual, gagged and bound. |
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| chadden | Jul 3 2008, 09:56 PM Post #128 |
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"You Realmers have a lot to answer for; entering Weissland, attempting to seize control of one of our most valued port cities, and seemingly taking the mayor captive." said Xazkil, keeping his voice as threatening as ever. He took a step forward, some of the Realm soldiers moving backwards in responce. "Now, I do not wish to spill your blood if it is not need. So, I will say this one last time; stand aside!" |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 3 2008, 10:05 PM Post #129 |
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Kviten and Svarten, the two scouts sent by Viljam Heglin, carefully rounded another street corner and witnessed numerous Weisslanders soldiers further down. "They are ready for us," Kviten said. "Cavalry won't do here," Svarten nodded back. "Go tell Sir Heglin. They seem to have taken a stance here." -------------------------------------------------- Crean Tiven did not stand aside and numerous other Realmers soldiers gathered around him. A strong voice sounded from the stairs, belonging to Foren Heften. "If you take another step Weisslander, the master of this valuable port city gets harmed. Step back I tell you, and no more Weisslanders and no more Realmers will be harmed this night." |
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| chadden | Jul 4 2008, 10:45 AM Post #130 |
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Xazkil stared deep into the eyes of the Realm leader in front of him. "You miserable cowards! You hide behind a hostage. And here I thought that you Realmers prided yourselves on honour." He laughed. "So much for that." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 4 2008, 10:48 AM Post #131 |
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"Do not speak of courage to us," Crean Tiven responded with a smirk. "We know enough of Weisslanders and courage. Now step back." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Viljam Heglin spotted Kviten returning and listened carefully to what the scout had to say. Then he ordered his men to dismount, and to bring crossbowmen forward. He nodded in relief when he saw Sergeant Mortem return as well. |
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| chadden | Jul 4 2008, 12:00 PM Post #132 |
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Xazkil moved his head so that his face was only inches from the face of the other man. "Valour, honour, courage; that has always been the way of the Realm. But now you men seem broken, your honour gone. You have become... pathetic. And, the only thing preventing the entire Weissland garrisson in Ordail from pouring down upon you is the fact that you hold the mayor. If you think your little threat frightens me, Realmer, then you are wrong. For if any harm comes to the mayor, then I will crucify your countrymen along the walls of this city and carve your sins into their flesh." ((I can't keep track, lol. Am I talking to an actual Realmer, or a Dark Council operative?)) |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 4 2008, 12:11 PM Post #133 |
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((Both Crean Tiven and Foren Heften are men loyal to the Realm and to the Lord)) Crean Tiven did not respond, he just stood there and met the gaze of Xazkil with his own. Foren Heften began to move down the stairs behind them with the mayor, a thick formation of Realmers around him. |
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| chadden | Jul 4 2008, 12:16 PM Post #134 |
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Xazkil moved his head to the side, looking skeptically at the Realmers. "There is one matter I have yet to address. Why have you attacked us? The war is over, didn't you hear? And both our lands have a far more dangerous enemy to deal with." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 4 2008, 12:20 PM Post #135 |
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"Shut your mouth Weisslander," Crean cried as he lifted his sword and pointed it as Xazkil in a threatening move. "Cease this constant lying, this constant mockery. Do not start this all over again." "Give us our leader back," Foren added angry. "And we will give your leader back." |
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| chadden | Jul 4 2008, 12:25 PM Post #136 |
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Xazkil looked down at the sword, then back at the man holding it. Weissland soldiers were gathered behind him now, ready to fight if need be. "Your leader? We are not holding any Realmers, you fools. What are you talking about?" He kept his gaze fixed on the man holding the sword. He made his voice even more threatening as he spoke his next words. "And I would advise you, Realmer, to lower your sword." |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 4 2008, 12:33 PM Post #137 |
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"I have had enough of your advice," Crean spat at the feet of Xazkil. "Our leader, our general Hound. As well as other countrymen whom you took prisoners when they entered the city while the rest of us made up camp further down the coast. Where are they?" -------------------------------------------------------------- At the same time, at the city gates, Sergeant Mortem had returned. Sir Viljam Heglin was adressing his men and making everything ready so they were ready to march forward when Mortem called out. "We should burn the city to the ground," he said. Silence filled the ranks and most eyes turned to the black-bearded seargent from Adom Village. "What? Are you out of your mind?" Viljam came towards him. "They will use the citizens against us anyway," Mortem gestured angry with his hands. "We can't win this battle unless we truly give them a blow they can't properly handle." "No", Viljam shook his head. "I will not listen to this sergeant. We are here to rescue Hound and kill those who carries arms against us. I will not be as black-hearted as a Weisslander, and I won't listen to your words tempting us to take such action." |
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| chadden | Jul 4 2008, 12:40 PM Post #138 |
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In an instant, Xazkil knocked the Realmer's feet, disarmed him and spun him round. He bent one of the man's arms up his back and held a dagger firmly at his throat. The men around him, Realmer and Weisslander alike, move to attack, but Moyra stopped the Weisslanders, and the Realmer too stopped in responce. Xazkil put his lips to the man's ear. "We have not taken any Realmers captive." He looked at the other Realm leader, the one near the mayor. "The first I heard of Realmers entering this city was that our harbour had been attacked by Realmers. Now, if you do not believe me about this 'Hound', then I will gladly open every single holding cell in this city and let you look inside so that you may see for yourself. We are not holding any Realmers. And we did not draw first blood." With that, he released his grip on the man and kicked him away from him. He sheathed his dagger once more. |
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| Fizban Dantares | Jul 4 2008, 12:52 PM Post #139 |
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Crean Tiven turned and looked at Xazkil with fury in his eyes. Slowly, he bent down and picked up his sword. "Liar," he whispered through gritted teeth. --------------------------------------------- "Dense formation," Viljam called out as the Realmers began to move forward in the streets. "Tall shields up front." The Realmers moved forward in a thick and defensive formation. At the front they carried large, tall shields which also the first men held partially above themself. Right behind them were numerous crossbowmen which could shot out between the shields, as well as men who carried long spears. It was both an agressive and heavily defensive formation. Viljam sent cavalry out in flanking streets, trying to find away around the Weisslanders and attack them from behind. He also sent numerous archers and skirmishers up on the roof where they could access them. The rooftops of Ordail were perfect for the skilled Realmer marksmen and they moved across them with speed and stealth. |
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| Gorfang | Jul 4 2008, 02:36 PM Post #140 |
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The Weissland force held its position. It occupied the three main streets in this part of the city. The only other streets were small, meaning cavalry would be useless, and they were full of Weissland citizens. As the Realmers tried to enter buildings, the citizens shouted at them, calling out "Betrayers! Scum! Invaders! Go back to where you came from you bastards!" The people began to throw stones and other things at the Realmers troops who were invading their home. The Weissland soldiers heard the commotion and Captain Laurie called out "Steady, steady, hold your ground. Archers stand ready!" The archers in the rear were ready, and the only way to reach them was either through the many spearmen ahead of them, or to travel half way around the rest of the city where the enemy would only end up running into more and more Weissland citizens. The Weissland archers on the roofs were already in concealed positions, and from their vantage point they could see the approaching enemy formation and the enemy archers arriving on other buildings. Information was brought to Captain Laurie and Nord, and after a brief discussion between them, the order was given to engage. The archers on the roofs opened fire, before ducking back to reload. Arrows fell amongst the roofs where the Realmers were, killing seventeen of them in the first volley. The thump of bodies and the clatter of crossbows could be heard hitting the roofs, some falling off the building to the streets below. Laurie thought, Its a start, but its not enough to repay the treachery of the Realmers and the blood they've spilled this morning. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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