It doesn't take long for your men to prepare to move out, many of them were ready even before the messenger had come to deliver the news of Lord Vandir's dead diplomat earlier that night. You quickly give the men their orders along the way, and you soon find yourself tagging along with the main assault as the ranged soldiers of your fighting force break off to the east to prepare for their ambush in the battle to come. You find yourself towards the middle of the formation with the knight you'd ordered to follow you at your side, from what you were told the man's name is Hawthorne and he's one of the few knight's who survived the disastrous war in the Lands of Snow.
Its not long before the mine comes into hill, you almost wouldn't recognize it if it wasn't for the faint light of fires pouring out between the hills and the hunched figures of sentries on the crest of all three. Stopping before you draw to close a knight beckons six of the footmen forward, after a short while of whispering and barely refrained argument the six men split up into three teams of two and begin to creep towards the hill low against the ground. You watch almost entranced as the soldiers move towards the sentries at a snail's pace, moving from bush to bush and shadow to shadow the six warriors are like ghosts. One by one the sentries topple as your foot soldiers cut them down leaving the enemy entirely unaware of your presence, with a smile on your face you order the forces forward.
If a defender had been watching they would've seen fifteen shadowy figures pour out of the trees, but the Falmir watch had been reduced to corpses that were left to rot on the hillside as your army flowed up the hills. Halting the advance just short of the crest you waved one soldier over, and order him to signal the your crossbowmen and archers to rain fire on the camp before turning back to peek over the hill. Down below in the little valley that the hill surrounded a half dozen tents sit arrayed around a dozen campfires where a large gathering of troops sit chatting as a few sentries patrol along the earthworks.
As you watch the sentries all jerk to a stop as bolts come out of the shadows and fill them like pincushions followed swiftly by two arrows that fly well past their targets and into the heart of the camp hitting no one. With screams of pain coming from the earthworks the Falmir are quick to react taking up weapons and charging towards the perimeter which gives you and your men just the time you need. Pushing yourself up and taking your mace in hand you start charging down the hill with Hawthorne close behind you, a fireball explodes in the camp as you call upon the closest target smashing their skull open with your hammer.
Despite the surprise of the assault your enemy remains fairly unshaken, as you kill another bowman you look to your men in time to see an organized counterattack come crashing into them feeling a few of your men. With the battle at its peak you begin to yell praises to the Banigar, and rail off passages of the Holy Texts of the heroes of old who had dedicated their fighting spirit to the true pantheon. Your prayers and passages seem to give the men heart, and the sudden counterattack begins to get pushed aside as your men reorganize themselves to properly fight the dozen or so zealous Falmir.
Before you can move to reinforce your Disciples a tent to your right collapses as a two figures in black, and crimson come charging at you with swords raised high above their heads. Thoughts race through your head as you are sure your death has arrived only to be shattered as Hawthorne screams,
"DEATH TO THE FALMIR, DEATH TO THE FALSE GODS!"
With that one of the two knights disappears as your guardian throws himself into the giant figure sending them tumbling back into the tents. Even with the odds now evened the knight is still a formidable opponent, swinging forward you knock the sword aside and bash the knight's chestplate as you try to circle around him. However the knight is undeniably fast even in full-plate, and ass you go to bash in the man's skull you feel a shield slam into your ribs and you're sent sprawling onto the ground as a sudden intense pain fills your side. You struggle to push yourself up as the knight closes, as you kneel trying to fight through the pain the armored figure laughs,
"Ha, where are your gods now false priest? The Banigar do not offer their power to you here do they while our Gods will soon be again, and then the Falmir shall burn across the world like a plague cleansing the dead religions, and pantheons of dust and ash. Your Baniga.."
Any words he may have are cut off as a sudden strength flows through you, with an almost beast like roar you take the mace in both hands and leap up swinging into the bottom of the knight's helmet with such force that you feel something in your wrist give way. You collapse backwards onto the ground unable to move as the knight topples over, the front of his helmet bashed in and his head bent at an angle that doesn't seem possible. Strangely the sounds of battle have all, but stopped, the only things you can hear are a fire roaring and the sound of something being stabbed.
Turning your head you see Hawthorne kneeling over the bloodied corpse of the other knight with a broken sword in his hand repeatedly stabbing the knight's corpse. Grimacing you simple lay back for a second trying to get your thoughts in order, this battle would have probably not ended well ...
Broken Right Wrist
Several Broken Ribs
1) Seize the Mine from Falmir Forces
2) Hold the Mine to cut Castle Greymont off from additional supplies and reinforcements
All knights have left their lances and destriers at the camp.
Sir Hawthorne [Plate Armor, Broken Arming Sword, Kite Shield, Destrier, Lance]
9 Knights [Plate Armor, Lance, Arming Sword, Kite Shield, Destrier]
4 Footmen [Leather Armor, Short Sword, Round Shield]
4 Squires [Chainmail, Arming Sword, Round Shield]
5 Crossbowmen [Leather Armor, Crossbow, Shortsword]
2 Long-bowmen [Longbows, Hand Axes]
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Topic: Godless (Read 5269 times)