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| Borrton Village; South-east of Azzhrak Scaend's Stronghold | |
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| Gorfang | Oct 20 2010, 05:27 PM Post #1 |
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--Entering from Azzhrak Scaend's Stronghold-- Borrton was a large village nestled against a cliff where the road passed by above the village and with a wooded area on the opposite side of the settlement. Somewhere between two hundred and three hundred people lived in Borrton, mostly farmers, woodsmen, and hunters. They were a hardy people and would not be taken easily. Still, Sindrila knew her force could overcome them with proper positioning followed by brute force. She had marched the force around to enter the wooded area out of sight. From there they would launch their attack, basically putting the Weisslanders' backs to the wall. A couple of groups of skeletons to flank her main raiding force would prevent them from fleeing. Crouching among the trees the Dark Elf observed the village with her impressive elven vision, far enough that no human would spot her where she hid. The people were going about their business in the village. She turned to the necromancer who waited with her and said "We will wait until the sky begins to darken. When they prepare for their evening meal we will attack. You know where I want the skeletons positioned, be ready for my signal." "Yes Commander." The necromancer inclined his head and answered her. |
![]() 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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| Gorfang | Oct 20 2010, 11:43 PM Post #2 |
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Sindrila had crept to the edge of the woods and watched the village. The sky had become dull as the light faded. The people of this sleeply village were mostly in their little homes preparing to eat. The time was now. Sindrila put her hands to her mouth in a specific way and made a bird call. The signal had been sent. Sindrila watched as the skeletons advanced from their positions silently. In their bony fingers they held swords, axes, maces, and on their arms they wore shields. They wore a hodgepodge of cloth, leather, chainmail, and helmets of various kinds. Closer to the village they would create noise, but at a distance they would not be spotted. Sindrila returned her attention to the village. She moved forward stealthily until she was on the outskirts of the village. The Dark Elf had spotted a couple of men walking a perimeter around the village, armed as well. She carefully drew a dagger and held it within her cloak so it would not glint. Moving with unnatural grace she came up behind the men and slashed left and right. Both men fell, the side of their throats cut wide open. They grunted and thumped to the ground, vain gurgling noises followed. That could not be avoided now. The skeletons increased their pace to the fastest the necromancers could push them. The two necromancers were waiting with two skeletons as guards just at the edge of the woods. The skeletons moved in on the village as Sindrila watched. All of a sudden the sounds of screams picked up as the first homes were broken into. The alarm was raised but too late. Men rose from their dinner tables and rushed for weapons, women and children rushed for safe areas of their homes. The skeletons mercilessly attacked, hacking and smashing at all in their way. Sindrila ran into the village and saw people attempting to fight back or flee. If any made it through they would be caught by the flanking forces, made up of skeletons armed like the raiders, and skeleton archers waiting behind. Even now she saw a group of people try to run for the road buck and tumble as arrows pierced their bodies. She moved further into the town, drawing her two swords as she went. A man charged at her but she dodged his ill-timed attack and gutted him on her longsword. She ran past two other militia holding off skeletons and slashed their legs from behind, leaving them to the skeletons to finish off. Sindrila Valdoran thrilled at the bloodletting, letting her blades taste blood as it came within reach. The attack was over in less than ten minutes. It would perhaps be shocking to someone that almost three hundred people could die so quickly, but Sindrila knew all too well the rapid pace of battle and the ease with which lives could be snatched away. The necromancers walked towards Sindrila where she stood in the centre of the village. One said "Commander, we lost four skeletons during the attack." Sindrila said "Acceptable," She turned sharply to glare at the necromancer "but not perfect. I demand better. Have all the bodies been gathered?" The second necromancer said "Yes Commander, we have counted two hundred and seventy-nine, but some of those are children." The Dark Elf said "Raise them all as zombies, the master will need fodder troops to tie up the Weisslanders. Let us see if we can test their resolve." The necromancer replied "But the childr--" Cutting him off Sindrila said "Raise. Them. All. Man, woman and child. I do not care for their effectiveness, only their numbers and shock value to the enemy. Once you are finished we will move on. I have heard that the next village north of here has a small graveyard. After that we will return to the stronghold." A short time later, with the people of the slaughtered village standing in a shambolic horde, the force moved off. --Leaving Borrton Village ((population --Entering Wehnfield-- Edited by Gorfang, Oct 21 2010, 03:07 PM.
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![]() 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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