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| Gorfang | May 30 2011, 05:21 PM Post #1 |
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--Entering from Dunane-- The village of Duna was a few miles south of Dunane, and had been settled around the same time as the city itself. Being beside a river it was part fishing community, part farm land. The population was small but stubborn, like most dwarves. Sindrila stopped her force short of the village in cover and sent a few skeletons ahead to scout the approach. Sindrila was sure the dwarves would have some sort of watch or garrison, after living near to the city since its capture they would have to. That was good. Kill the soldiers, raise them as undead, capture as many of the other people as slaves. She had made sure chains and shackles had been brought with them, as she wanted the prisoners kept together. Sindrila did not have the patience to hunt down escaping slaves. It would be made clear to them that such escape attempts would result in the deaths of those slaves bound to the escapee anyway. As she waited for the scouts to return one of the necromancers asked her "Commander, do you believe our new master can hold off all of the dwarves?" Sindrila said "If we strike terror into the hearts of the dwarves they might never unify for the attempt." |
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| Gorfang | May 31 2011, 04:24 PM Post #2 |
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The scouts returned and Sindrila set her plan in motion. The river went south on the western side of the village before bending east, making escape to the south or west difficult and slow. Sindrila would lead her cavalry around to strike from the east while the foot soldiers would attack from the north. The dwarves had a stone towerhouse in the centre of the village, and a small barracks, but most of the rest of the village was wood and thatch. She would burn them out, and crush them. The towerhouse was three stories tall, and it did not have a door on the ground. Instead the door was on the second floor, and required a rope ladder to be tossed down. Good for defence, but very poor when trying to get innocent people into it for protection quickly. The attack would have to be fast, to limit the chance of the alarm being raised and the people getting to safety. From what she could tell there were around a hundred dwarven soldiers here, split between the barracks, the towerhouse, and patrolling the village. They did not stray far though, so while the alarm might be raised it would not allow them enough time before her cavalry swept over them. Sindrila moved her forces, taking one necromancer with her and leaving the other two with the skeletons on foot. She would wait a while longer, let the sky darken further, and then strike. |
![]() 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 | Aug 5 2011, 07:04 PM Post #3 |
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At dusk they ripped through the Dwarves like a knife through parchment. Everywhere the sound of screaming and the thunder of skeletal hooves could be heard, and the village was ablaze quickly. Sindrila had expected more resistance, but the Dwarves had been caught unawares and seemed weak. It was not until the fighting was done that she found out why. The surviving people were led out before her, as the dark elf sat atop her skeletal steed. She could see they were starved and malnourished. When questioned the Dwarves explained that much of their foodstores had been taken to Dunane before the siege had been layed while they fled elsewhere. After the war was over they returned to plant new crops, but their stores were near exhausted. A few more days and they might not have remained. It was ironic to Sindrila that those still alive would be used as labour in Dunane and would likely eat better than they had here. All told she had captured roughly eighty civilians, forty-two soldiers had surrendered, which was almost half the garrison, and the dead being raised would amount to perhaps as many as two hundred and fifty once the land the village occupied was scoured for old corpses. It was in equipment that Sindrila saw the greatest haul, as the Dwarves' towerhouse contained an armory fully stocked with armour, swords, spears, and crossbows. Addressing her necromancers she said "Finish your work here, we will move east and take the nearest villages and towns before looping back towards Dunane. Use some of the wagons here to take the supplies with us, raise some oxen from the dead if you don't want to spare undead from the raiding parties. And finish putting this place to the torch while you're at it." In time the raiding force was ready to march out. The last thing Sindrila watched of the village was the towerhouse. The three necromancers pooled their magic and used it to age the foundation stones of the tall building. Moments passed as Sindrila felt the air humming with energy, watched, as the stone became worn, then cracks appeared. Finally the foundations crumbled and the tower came crashing down in a tumult of stone, wood, and dusty debris. Sindrila declared "We ride east!" --Leaving Village of Duna-- --Heading for Eastern Dunane Towns-- |
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