37th Falcon, Year 198 of the Third Dynasty...
The autumn wind carried a flock of brown leaves right between two armies, which were standing mere hundreds of feet away from each other. Mean-looking mercenaries mingled between armed peasants and knights in shining armors. Both had equal numbers of approximately four thousand men.
On the left side, the banner of Ataraxian Army flew - beige field encompassed by purple rectangle. On the other side, the banner of Bullenburg Baron's shifted in the air, a lion's head on black field.
A young man, dressed in purple and silver robes, stepped forward from the ranks of Ataraxians. He had wavy, dark blonde hair, long nose and trace of perfume followed him.
"Baron of Bullenburg! Come and show your pig face!"
"I shall not stand insults!" A voice boomed from behind the lines of the second army. Soon, a short, tough-looking man appeared in the front. His battleaxe sharp, his clothes and leather armor bloodied, and his head indeed like of a pig: small charcoal eyes, round face and wide nostrils. His cheeks red, possibly from exhaustion, or maybe embarassement.
"Come back from where you came, wench! How dare you rebel against our noble king!"
"Noble king? Ha! Julian is just an oppressor of freedom, commerce and science, like his father, and grandfather, and those before them! Think, Baron! Join us, and you will see the road of enlightment!"
The pig-faced man laughed, and then spit on the ground. "I would rather die than join your merry group of vagabonds!"
"Then we do battle!" The young man in purple and silver clothes shouted back, and went between his men, just like his opponent did. Soldiers became uneasy as the orders were first whispered. Then, the orders were barked and commanders of their troops roused the men with fine and valiant speeches, speeches promising glory and loot and wenches.
"CHAAAAAARGE!" A raspy shout was heard from behind the lines of Ataraxian army, and the men rushed forward. The mass of armed men began to shout, and their opponents prepared themselves for inevitable, the distance between the armies growing smaller and smaller with every second. The noise of the stampede increased, before everything exploded in cacophony of sounds;
The battle has begun!
Goal:
First team to kill at least 20 opponents wins!
Ataraxian Army: 20/20 opponents killed
Army of Baron Bullenburg: 17/20 opponents killed
Remember: You can attack a player or defend yourself.
Stats will be updated in the first post.
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