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PostPosted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 11:42 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Fall Back!” The normally low voice of Lucius rose above the din as the first arrows began to fall amongst the ragged ranks of his men. “Away from the walls!” Lord Unthor, looking back from the last of the cannon crew he and his entourage had just slaughtered, frowned slightly. The bloodlust that was the hallmark of the berserkers was in full bloom, and his soul cried out at the idea of retreating. However, managing to beat back the overwhelming urge to continue hacking the bodies apart, he started yelling for his men to start back, giving more than one a swift kick or hard shove to get them moving.

Terrak also started to pull his warband back, no so much because of the volleys of arrows but to give the Bloodbound room to maneuver. He recognized the glazed look in those eyes, and knew that at the moment they could attack their own to sate the bloodlust. Bodies jostled against one another as the barbarians began to give ground to the beat of the hide-covered drums. Pausing a moment to stare up at the battlements looming above, he raised a defiant fist, gritting back the pain of his wounded shoulder.

The bit of bravado done, he turned back to getting his warband back into a semblance of order. Many had taken advantage of the trench dug by the Terranth, with others starting to line up beyond. Down the line, he caught sight of his twin Jerrak helping a young barbarian scramble out of the trench. As if sensing the look Jerrak glanced up, and a smile split his features as he held up three fingers. Terrak snorted as he held up two fingers for his kills, and the scowl deepened at his twin’s roar of laughter.

Reigning Dante up, Lucius also glared up at the walls, but his was a predatory snarl as he set the next part of his plan into motion.

Now!
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And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

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PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:03 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

“He's ready.” Daniel DeAuster blinked in the low lights cast by flickering torches, and turned to his shorter companion. Jarl Korb Fellcrevice grunted softly, his grip tightening slightly on the haft of his urgosh he carried.

“’Bout time too.” The gravelly voice was impossibly deep in tone, almost out of place for the thin dwarf. Like most duegar Fellcrevice kept his bald palate bare of helm or cap, preferring the feel of the dark tunnel air. His bushy white beard nearly covered his chestplate, and was tucked into his weapons belt in the manner of most dwarves going into battle. To the young half-elf the duegar resembled a small armored rock, full of vinegar and spite.“You sure tha’ this plan is gonna work?” Daniel glanced down the passage the stubby jarl had pointed and nodded.
“My father believes it will.” That brought another low grunt from Fellcrevice.

“Me and tha’ boys’ll do our share.” With that, the dwarf stomped off down a smaller side passage. Daniel turned and hurried down the main passage in the opposite direction, nearly sliding around a corner in his haste and into a large cavern.

The cavern was not a natural occurrence, but rather an excavation of the grey dwarves. As winter and early spring harried the surface and the forces of Gharnholme exhibited to keep the attention of the Cisran armies the duegar had dug out this cavern and a series of tunnels under the walls of the city. The cavern now was filled with steel drums, each filled with some noxious liquid that stung Daniel’s sensitive nose. Wires covered the drums, the tangle leading to a single small box, over which a stooped figure worked feverishly. As Daniel approached, he could hear the man muttering softly.

“Dammit, Bert, I’m telling ya it’s blue to the left, and red to the right,” The muttering brought a small smile to Daniel, as it was a sign that Maddock Malign was in top form. The ‘Maddman” was tying the last of the wires together, and abruptly stood up, bumping into Daniel. “Bert, get outa the way!”

“Excuse me, Mr. Maddock.” Daniel started to speak, but was almost immediately cut off.

“No time, no time!” With no pause whatsoever Maddock bustled over to one of the large drums, and stooped to check a small rectangular object resting next to it. “We’re on a schedule here!” Daniel watched the frantic activity for a second, and then cleared his throat.

“Dad’s ready for you.” His words echoed in the chamber, and brought Maddock around to look at him, eyes glinting with a manic energy.

“Hell, why didn’t you say so?” Grabbing the end of the tangle of wires Maddock started down the corridor, glancing back as he did so. “C’mon. We’re on a schedule here!” Eyes rolling in an effort not to betray the amusement he felt, Daniel followed the explosives expert to a bend in the corridor.

Maddock was already kneeling, hurriedly tightening the wires into the contacts of a small plunger. As Daniel crouched beside him, he looked over and chuckled. “This is gonna be good!” Daniel covered his ears and closed his eyes as the pyromaniac, his own eyes also squeezed shut, jammed the plunger down. Silence reigned, and in that stillness, one of Maddock’s eyes popped open, then the next. Daniel also cautiously opened his eyes, looking at Maddock curiously. “Ok, this is gonna be good!” Repeating the mantra, he brought the plunger up, and jammed it down as both men again closed their eyes in anticipation of the explosion to follow.

Nothing happened.

Exasperated grunts escaped Maddock as he slammed the plunger against his forehead several times, before giving the handle a savage jerk to push it down again. “Ah, Dammit!” He screamed as he threw the plunger to the floor and rose to stand. “Wait here!” He ordered Daniel, and took off down the corridor. The youth peered around the corner to see Maddock fiddling with the wires leading to the piles. “I told you Bert, blue left, red right!”

Daniel leaned back against the passage wall as he listened to Maddock hurry back, fervently hoping the delay would not cost the army dearly above. Red duster billowing around him, Maddock slid to a stop and picked up the plunger. “Ok, THIS is gonna be good!” Smile bordering on the insanely happy, he pushed the plunger into the box.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:06 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Nothing happened.

For a second Maddock's expression was akin to a child who had just broken his favorite toy, but quickly changed to a look of determination. “Alright, plan B!” Throwing the plunger down he took off around the corner again, Daniel following close behind.

“What’s Plan B?” He called out as he chased after the running Maddock.

“Watch!” He replied hurriedly, snatching up a small can and quickly unscrewing the cap. Fumes stung Daniel’s sensitive nose again as the older man began to splash the liquid all about, concentrating on the small packages. “Thing about C-2 you have to remember, is that it’ll detonate with a good enough kick!” Daniel nodded as he listened and watched, though most of Maddock’s babbling was going over his head. Maddock threw the can he held aside as it ran empty, and grabbed another and opened it.

“Is this going to work?” Daniel had a worried look, as this was the linchpin for the whole siege. He felt the building rage of his father as the moments passed, and could only imagine the venue above. Maddock nodded with all confidence as he poured a small trail of the noxious liquid up the passage.

“Oh yeah, this’ll work.” He flashed Daniel a toothy grin. “Remember, when in doubt, fire works every time!” Heaving the can back down the passage, he started to fish in his pockets.

“I hope so.” The young half-elf muttered in reply as he glanced toward the low ceiling, as though he could pierce the layers of rock above to see the battle waging above as well as say a quick prayer.

“Like I said, this is gonna be good.” A soft click and a tiny point of flame leapt from the small lighter. Smile beaming, Maddock dropped the lighter onto the trail he had poured, and with a soft ‘whoosh’ fire washed back along the trail, disappearing around the bend. Daniel started to crouch down and cover his ears, but Maddock grabbed his shoulder to stop him. “Bert said we better run.” His tone brooked no argument, and the two sprinted down the corridor. Behind them, the fire reached the pile, leaping high as it hit the pools of gasoline Maddock had spread about the drums. Flash-heated by the sudden flame-up the C-2 exploded with the roar of a waking predator. The detonations split open the drums of fuel as well as sending shock-waves into the timbers holding up the cavern roof, each rolling burst of flame and sound greater than the last.

The shock of the first explosions hurled Daniel and Maddock to the ground, each curling into as small a ball as possible as flames roared down the passage. The timbers that were not shattered outright caught fire, white-hot flames eating at the sturdy wood quickly. Even more significant, two large cracks sprouted in the cavern ceiling, one spidering along the ceiling while the other split a short passage into another cavern abutting the first. As Daniel and Maddock started to regain their feet a low rumbling sound was growing, heralding the first falling rocks from above.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here!” Daniel yelled to be heard over the growing din, holding an arm up to ward away falling stones. Maddock, however, seemed intent on trying to move back down the corridor. Growling, Daniel grabbed Maddocks shoulder and pulled hard, causing the two to tumble back against the wall and disappear into a patch of shadow.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 1:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

On the surface, the immediate hint of what was happening below was a large cloud of dust that suddenly bloomed along the bottom of one section of the outer wall. Captain Morgan, who was trying to fathom the sudden pullback of the horde below, felt a tremor run through the thick granite under his hands. A brow quirked in puzzlement, he glanced around trying to puzzle out this new mystery. Another tremor, this time accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, drew his attention toward the section of wall to the right of the gate tower. Daring to lean over the parapet, his eyes widened at the sight of two large cracks shooting up the hard granite. “No….“

A grating creaking noise began to fill the air as stone sagged against stone. Holes appeared both before and behind the walls as the ground fell away into the chambers below, allowing billowing black smoke to escape into the air. Morgan ran to the opening leading to the battlements along that section of the wall, waving frantically. “Get off the wall!” He screamed, grabbing the soldier nearest him and bodily yanking him onto the tower. Other men, seeing the growing danger, started yelling to others, in many cases pushing or pulling them to get them moving. Several were trampled in the mad rush to escape.

The ground gave way under the wall nearest the tower opposite Morgan, and that section of wall descended straight into the earth. The rest of the wall followed in a slow-motion domino effect, sending a cloud of dust billowing outward onto the field and choking off the inner bailey. Morgan could only watch in horror as the chain collapse neared him, the tower he was on shaking as the wall tore away to collapse far below. The cunning dwarfs had designed the sap to collapse the wall deep underground, leaving little rubble for the barbarians to have to climb over on the surface.

Even as this disaster registered in the captain’s mind, another shout of warning dragged his attention to the tower across from him. The ground under the edges was falling into another cavern below, destabilizing the tower and leaning it slowly over the fallen wall. Soldiers were trying to reach the next wall section, some leaping desperately toward the stone battlement, while others could only clutch at the merlons of the tower. The men on the bottom floor were the luckiest, able to get out the door before the opening was destroyed, though one was caught by falling stone just inside the entry.

Again moving as though time itself was dragging the seconds by, the tower leaned further, the weakened cavern roof below caving in under the increasing press of the tower’s weight until gravity sent the building crashing down. The top of the tower slammed into the watchtower upon which the captain stood, sending Morgan and everyone else to their knees from the force of the impact. Stone exploded outward from the watchtower as a section was torn away to fall in the settling remains of the tower, revealing the interior and the dazed soldiers within.

Lucius clenched his fist in triumph as he watched the wall start to collapse, but the elation turned into alarm as the tower began to first lean, and then collapse into the watchtower across from it. The resulting pile of rubble was a greater obstacle than had first been planned, and it only took a glance to realize that his cavalry would now be useless. He quickly turned to one of the barbarians standing near him, also watching the collapse of the wall and tower in amazement.

“Send word to Bailneth. Have the cavalry dismount and take up arms.” One of the barbarians snapped out of his stupor and nodded, turning to run off in search of the priest. Dismounting, Lucius dismissed Dante with a single command, and then started forward, Drachmel held high in his right hand. As he headed for the ruins of the wall he could hear a clarion call from well behind the lines, and smiled grimly behind his dusty helm as the second signal was given.

“Northras! Over the walls! Ride the fire!!” He didn’t bother to wait for a response, but charged toward the rubble. Nearing the smoking piles of rock he leaped, the supernatural strength carrying him high to make an ungainly landing near the apex. Behind him, Unthor led his screaming berserkers to the fallen wall, the crimson-armored warriors scrambling up as quickly as they could behind the champion of Pandemonium.

In the shadows of an archway leading to the city Daniel and Maddock had watched the fruits of Maddocks handiwork. Daniel had whistled low in amazement as he watched the stone rain down, sending soldiers running about to try to escape flying rocks and fight the fires breaking out from spilled hot oil. He heard Maddock mutter something, and turned to look at the older man as he continued to talk softly. The pyromaniac had a look of almost disappointment on his features.

“Yeah, I know Bert. I thought there would be more damage also.” And then, a sudden brightening, with his almost-manic grin back in place. “Yeah! Next time we’ll use the Engine!”
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Fate whispered to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the storm"

And the Warrior whispered back
"I am the storm"

-Anon


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PostPosted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:24 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Well I’ll be damned. The bastard actually pulled it off. “ Lieance DeCort sat in the saddle, holding a spyglass and watching the fight to the north. Situated on a hillock just off the road heading south into Malirid he and his force had a good view of the city and bay. Many could see the smoke rising over the buildings and walls, and those who had not known the plans of DeAuster wondered what fate had befallen the city. Lieance himself had expressed doubts when Lucius had explained his ambitious plan, remembering his own grandfather’s attempt at taking the port city.

“Aye, milord. His men should be entering the city now.” Jarrevik DuBoise was a grizzled veteran of many smaller wars of territory, and sat impassively beside DeCort. Like his lord, DuBoise was clad in full plate mail, prepared for combat in this, the taking of his leigelord’s enemy. Unlike DeCort, however, he did not seem impressed with the breaching of the wall. Off in the distance, a horn sounded, a low keening that rolled through the valleys around the city.

With the prearranged signal that the wall had been successfully breached, DeCort lowered the spyglass and turned in the saddle to nod to a young knight beside him. “Sound the advance.”
The knight raised a horn and blew a long clear note, the sound fading as men along the Malirid battleline took up the commands of the general. Behind DeCort and DuBoise the column of men-at-arms started forward, swords drawn and shields gripped determinedly. Behind the footmen cavalry in gleaming armor rode slowly with lances braced into stirrups, their pennants fluttered in the low breeze.

“Milord!” DeCort’s and Duboise’s slowed as a runner came running down the road toward the column. The young man was breathing heavy from his run, and it took a second to get his breath enough to speak. “Milord, scouts report a line of warriors in front of us, commanding the intersection.”

“Who are they?” DuBoise snapped, and the runner shook his head.

“Unknown milord. They have no livery” DuBoise glanced to DeCort, who shook his head slowly.

“Tell Reynelf to prepare his archers. We move forward.” The runner quickly saluted, and turned to run back into the lines, weaving between the slowly-moving knights. “I wonder where Urevan managed to get help.”

“No doubt a mercenary company, Milord.” Jarrevik spat in disgust. Like most in the myriad knightly orders, he had a low opinion of men who would not fight for honor, but for gold. “Paid to guard the back door.” The craggy warrior half-turned in the saddle to look to DeCort. “My lord DeCort, I request permission to lead your knights forward.”

Not even bothering to hide his smile at the formality his second displayed at the request DeCort nodded in reply. “Permission granted, Commander.” His gaze moved back to the city, and the plume of dust rising into the angry clouds above. “Clear me a path to Cisroe.”
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PostPosted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 7:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

At the first warning from Tasha, Indigo hadn’t bothered to wait. Instead she had taken off towards the camp at full speed, knowing only to well how undefended it was. The sky above rumbled with her own dark mood, the clouds building in intensity with every running step she took. Her years of street fighting and gang wars made her well prepared for just about anything, including such old fashion means of war. There was a whispered slicing of air as the deceptive looking Elvin rapier was drawn and snapped to the ready, the steel glowed dark blue as she darted in fast. A saber was parried deftly, the hand then just as nimbly severed. Indigo was a blur of movement, dancing away gracefully from the deadly hooves of frightened horses and leaping easily over fallen bodies. Around her, the air grew thick with the stench of blood and in the distance, the soft song of the Banshees echoed in her ears.

She had counted about 30 in all, but against healers, that number could be devastating as many of those were not skilled in armed combat after all. Luc had only left perhaps 15 guards behind to hold the lines here and as she knew none of the scouts had spotted a single sign to warn of such a tactic, his decision had been correct. Of course, she was aware these were not ordinary soldiers thus making them a far bigger threat then even she cared for. A sizzling bolt of blue light surged downwards, slamming forcefully into the earth and unsettling several of the riders, evening the odds just a little more as the terrified horses fled from the fury of Nature.

A fast spinning kick sent one enemy stumbling back right into the unexpected blade of an arriving guard. Senses screaming as more entered the fray, she launched herself upwards right into one of the last remaining riders, taking a stinging gouge to her side even as his head went sailing off to roll in the dirt and followed by the sagging slide of his body. A quick glance down and she pressed an already gore-stained hand to the wound, hissing softly before her head lifted again with hair flying wildly under the gusts of harsh wind. Glowing dark eyes sought the leader for this troop and soon found him, shouting orders while the glint of red eyes behind the faceplate flashed in rage. Giving a sharp wheeling yank to the reins, the horse stumbled under the command then righted itself and both went flying towards that single figure with a determined setting of her chin.

***

Elbows deep in wounded men, Kaelyn could only glance up at the warning calls and her movements went into high gear, using herbs and bandages to stop the bleeding in one man’s leg and her own powers on another to close the hole in his chest. More of the injured were coming, this she knew, but if they couldn’t stop that aggressive force coming at them, it would do little good to seek to save any of the new arrivals anyway. Her hand moved downwards, unsnapping the collection of throwing blades from one boot while the other tugged those bladed stars Fiona had taught her to use. Into the screaming wild conflict she then moved, skirting the edge of the melee as she looked to help as she could. Behind her, she caught the warning shouts but missed the fact that a number of the back line of Luc’s forces was now coming up the hill.

Staying mostly to the outside, her thrown blades and spinning stars took down about 2 but the dense armor made her attempts far more difficult, but she still had to at least try. Catching sight of Indigo, her eyes widened at the sight of the blood covered woman and the sheer ferocity in her battle tactics. The elvin woman had seemed so calm and serene before the battle but seeing her decapitate a man without even batting an eye was stunning sight.

Distracted for that moment and it was only another shout behind her that yanked her out of it. “Kaely! Down!” She didn’t think but just hit the ground and rolled, a man she hadn’t even noticed collapsing with several little bolts protruding from his throat. The next moment a small hand touched her shoulder. “You alright?” Tasha asked breathlessly. Giving a short nod, she knocked her braid back and rose quickly to her feet, covered in dust and blood but thus far unharmed.

Still on her knees, the young Trueblood set about slamming more of those deadly quarrels into the loader then glanced back with a faint grin growing on her blood streaked face. “Looks like the cavalry has arrived. Ya might want to just head for the tents again, got more wounded coming in from both sides now.” The words barely out of her mouth and the girl was off again, sending shots flying outwards and slowing down some of those attackers.

Again, time just seemed to go all strange to Kaelyn as it seemed like only a moment had gone by and yet the number of the enemy forces was already greatly reduced. Her wide blue gaze swept over those still in the thick of it, but the sight of one of the healers staggering out broke her stillness and she was hurrying towards them, and in no time at all was back working on helping the injured best she could.
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PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Crow! F%@ker! S&#t! Crow!” A steady stream of cursing filled the small courtyard as Lusiphur lashed out at the city guard pressing against him. Each curse came as a new cut opened on an arm or leg, the elvin assassin already bearing several such small wounds. Many guardsmen paid the price for such small victories, either falling back clutching at a wound or lying still on the cobblestones.

Lusiphur was a small island of whirling motion among the soldiers, darting and weaving almost too fast for the eye to follow. He was acting on pure instinct, and never even saw the spear that he ducked under, the tip grazing one long upturned ear. His furious assault carried him across the alley, where he put his back to the cool brick and readied for the next attack. It was about this time he realized a new player had entered the game.

Or several new players, to be precise. The small courtyard he had become trapped in was filled with a swirling melee, militiamen locked in battle with a ragtag mob. Outnumbered nearly three to one, the militia was quickly overwhelmed by the Cisran citizens, several throwing down their weapons and running rather than fight their fellow townspeople. As the skirmish dwindled several of the now-armed citizens patted Lusiphur on a shoulder as he watched in surprised wonder, congratulating him on the fight.. “Heh. Well I’ll be damned…” he muttered to himself at the turn of events.

“The wall! They breached the wall!” The cry brought everyone’s attention to a young boy running down the street, his arms waving wildly as he ran past the courtyard. The news roused the men and women milling about, and as one the mob surged forward, heading for the curtain wall surrounding the city proper. Lusiphur, having been trying to make his way back around the edge of the courtyard, found himself swept along by the wave of bodies, his renewed cursing lost in the din of the roused citizenry.

******

It was wild. It was crazy as well, but Tasha was also starting to find this rather fun as bolts flew in rapid succession from her crossbow. Having figured out fast that most were heavily protected, she simply aimed higher, towards any exposed skin she could find and impale. Later she reminded herself to remember the one who went down with one of her deadly little darts sticking out of an eye socket under a helm, as that had been one of her best shots ever! A glance upwards and she then squeaked and ducked, as a rather large fellow swung towards her with a huge sword, diving fast in a tumbling roll right into his legs. His bellowing just before he toppled over hadn’t brought him any help however, as several of the gore adorned healers and guards started lashing at him with their own various weapons.

“So far, so good!” she thought as she darted out of the fray to get her bearings and catch a few deep breaths of less blood-tainted air. The smell was starting to really bug her but she refused to admit it, even as her tummy rolled with a touch of nausea. The sight mingled with the falling rain and mud wasn’t to hard to take, since it all sort of started to blend into each other, but that still didn’t fully cover the stink of the stuff.

Then, just as fast as it had started, all the action dwindled to a stop and she blinked curiously. Behind them, the cries of the wounded could be heard, but none seemed to notice. Attention obviously caught by something going on ahead. Tasha tried jumping to see what had caught so many in its hold, but most towered over her. Swiping a mud caked hand against her leathers, she muttered at her lack of stature, and then moved around the edge to find out just what the heck was going on and in moments, she stumbled to a stop to see Indigo facing off against a rather nasty looking soldier.

Even though it hadn’t seemed possible, Tasha was sure the sky had grown even darker with another threatening rumble of thunder high above and all she could do was watch and worry. The slow dance began with the large one lunging out with one of the two blades he was wielding, but the weight of his armor was little match against the light step of the willowy woman. She sidestepped back gracefully, almost floating and then her own rapier darted in. The glowing tip sliced like butter into that thick heavy mail, drawing a growl from the beast and a careless swinging of an arm.

Blood dotted silver and blue hair fluttered wildly with the chilled wind as Indigo spun neatly out of the way of that attempt and simply dropped without a single warning and the Elven blade slammed home into the side of his leg, again the dense protection covering him seemed to show little resistance to it’s bite. “I gotta get one of those.” Tasha muttered to herself and got a nod beside her by one of the guards thinking the very same thing.

A howl of rage cut that unsettling silence as the man lunged in hard and driven by rage, managing to knock the slight female back. Blood seeping from her arm, she merely tossed the rapier into the other hand and before she even rose up, deftly parried another blow and sent both boots into her opponent’s legs.

Tasha was nearly ready to chew on dirty nails as the fight progressed, and every injury Indi took made her wince, but she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away. It was a curious sight. Both well matched for skill, but soon the one wearing the heavy cumbersome mail started to look winded. Where as Indigo was still moving with liquid grace, and gave no mercy, pressing her advantage and her speed to the limits. Becoming aware of this, the large warrior made one last attempt to take her down, charging at her full force with blades swinging and sent her stumbling back with a hiss and a sudden shrieking cry that made every one watching wince at the sharp pain in their ears. Gasping as she saw the blood and tears in the black leather, Tasha just squinted, while nails bit into the palms of her hands. She wanted to stop this, take the enemy down, but knew that this was a matter of honor so forced herself to stay still.

In a sudden blurring of motion, the Elven woman sprang forward, snarling with the feral flashing of near black eyes and the glowing rapier weaving patterns into the dim air. What followed, to Tasha as she watched, was as if everything slowed down, every second was more like a minute. First, the head sailed clean off, rolling and bouncing like a ball and finally stopped just in front of the watching spectators, red eyes fading under the hard face shield. It was only then, the body teetered, slowly rocking before it finally crashed down beside the swaying form of Indi, who was pressing a bloody hand to her own neck and looking like a satisfied cat.

The silence was then broken by the sudden cheer which finally shook Tasha from her own moment of stunned awe. She quickly ran towards her fellow Trueblood and fumbling for some Goldenrod. She reached Indi just as the sky above opened up and caught the taller woman before she went face first to the ground. “Oh bloody Hell!”

Staggering under the weight, she didn’t suffer too long as some of the healers hurried over to help. Of course Tasha stayed near, making sure they didn’t make things worse and forcing them to use the salve so common for her kind. So wrapped up in trying to help Indi, she very nearly missed the signal. The growling of her own waiting forces finally drew her attention and much to the relief of those seeking to render assistance to Indigo, the small elf ran off towards the Cliff edge again, while swarms of her undead army flowed like glowing water down the incline and right into the raging forces below.
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PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Howling in fury, Lucius sprang from the top of the rubble as Unthor clambered up beside him, to land with slightly bent knees at the bottom of the collapsed tower. The soldiers of Cisroe were charging toward the ruined wall, some pausing to fire crossbows and bows at the barbarians swarming through the breach while others sought to put up a wall of steel to meet the invaders. Some fell as a bolt pierced through a weaker joint in the plate armor, while others shrugged off their wounds, blood-lust overriding the body’s pain.

The first of these defenders came at Lucius at a full run, sword arcing over his head in a wild slash only to be knocked away by the Drachmel’s haft. The butt end of the weapon slammed first into the soldier’s stomach then upward into his chin, dropping him to the ground. Already reversing the movement of the heavy weapon, Lucius sent the axe-head around to disembowel a second attacker coming at him from his right. Using the momentum he brought the greataxe up and over his head, burying it within the chest of the first he had dropped.

Yanking the weapon from the corpse Lucius howled again, a cry taken up by the berserkers as they began to spread through the inner bailey. Wielding matched pairs of axes, each was wild-eyed in the frenzy and filled with the simple desire to kill. Though the swordsmen were as hard pressed as their ranged brethren to find a soft spot in the body-encompassing armor they were able to initially hold their own by weight of numbers. It was an advantage that swiftly melted away as the first wave of marauders gained the summit of the rubble, Jerrak leading the charge.

Bowmen desperately fired into the massed horde passing through the breach and spread out behind them waiting to enter the city. Not enough of the enemy was falling to the arrows, and the trebuchets quickly stilled as their crews snatched up weapons to defend themselves and the inner bailey. Worse still for the defenders two of the gates leading to the city proper were jammed open, the men assigned to close them already lying dead against the gates. Horns began to blow wildly, calling reinforcements from other sections of the wall to help contain the incursion.

One of the tribesmen near the summit of the rubble, Welvgren by name, paused and looked about in confusion. All about him his tribesmen were moving past to join the battle below, but he swore he had heard someone speak his name. He started upward thinking it his imagination, but again stopped, this time clearly hearing his name spoken. Welvgren of the Kargash, the blessings of Guillaer are upon you. He looked about again, his mind not registering the arrow that nearly took him in the shoulder. Only screaming tribesmen moving down the piles of granite surrounded him. Think of the carnage we could make, you and I… The voice was guttural, yet soft to his mind. All we need do is join, and the blessing of Guillaer will flow…

Welvgren screamed with delight, recognizing what was happening. Such events were whispered about around the fires of the tribes, of men chosen by the dark gods for their ‘blessings’, but none had been chosen among the Northras for well over a century. Spreading his arms wide, he howled his acceptance, and the last conscious thing he heard was the soft laughter of the abyss. Immediately his body convulsed, bending him over as pain such as he had never known poured through his body. Bones snapped, and flesh split as the muscles and skeletal structure underneath grew at an exponential rate. Snarling, the barbarian brought up his hands, watching as steel-tough talons thrust through the flaking fingernails, blood flowing down his arms almost like a living second skin. Another howl, this of unbridled fury, split the air as the guillaersk ripped itself fully into the mortal plane, it’s weapons smoldering in the morning sun. A monster of even it's own kind and towering over the tallest of the barbarians it spread its bat-wings and sprang into the air.

Landing on the crumbling edge of the wall, the guillaersk brought a shout of pure terror from the nearest bowman, a heartbeat before the warrior was split literally in two by the infernal axe the daemonkin wielded. Others turned to run, while a brave few turned their aim toward the monster. Many arrows burst into flames as they neared the guillaersk, the few managing to hit the monster drawing little attention as it slowly began to stalk along the walls, killing any who got in its way.

Further down the walls, men were hurrying in the direction of the breach when the wave of spirit hosts washed over the crenellations. Bearing iridescent blades, the host set upon the soldiers in a frenzy. Those fortunate to draw hand swords to strike had a second of surprised terror as their blade would pass through the host, before being cut down themselves by the incorporeal weapons. Others farther away from the initial attacks watched in horror as the spirits of their companions faded into view over his or her corpse, and joined the host in attacking their still-living companions.
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PostPosted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 3:18 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lucius walked in a sea of bloodshed, striking out to either side as he slowly moved through the press of bodies. All around his men slammed into the defenders of the city, and the sheer scale of the battle brought a snarl of pleasure from him. The Beast within reveled in the energies being released, drawing it in and filling him with coursing power. Pausing in his hunt, his eyes caught a flash of movement, a splash of green amongst the browns of the Cisran defenders. Nearby was one wearing a form-fitting suit of scale mail, also wading through the tumult. With each measured blow of his fists, a marauder fell back, clutching at their chest or suddenly useless arm. Eyes narrowing behind the full helm, Lucius started in that direction, bringing his axe up as he charged. The other saw him coming, and a smile grew in the face of the pandemonium lord's approach. Lucius swung as he neared, a blow designed to cleave the Terranthi officer in twain.

His target's left hand shot out, catching Drachmel’s haft and stopping the blow cold. Lucius’s eyes widened in shock, the only reaction he had time to make before his opponent’s free hand came up to slam into his chest, the force of the blow ripping the greataxe from his hands as he was flung back several feet, bowling over combatants as he slid and rolled across the turf before coming to a hard stop at the base of the watchtower. Groaning, Lucius slowly rolled up to one knee, his hands struggling to undo the clasps holding his helm in place as the Terranthi casually tossed Drachmel aside and started toward him.

Stopping a few feet away, he crouched slightly with fingers tightened into a clawing shape as Lucius came to his feet. Tossing his helm aside the champion of Pandemonium also dropped into a ready stance, twin blades snapping into place from the back of his ensorcelled battle-gauntlets as his fists closed. The Terranthi smiled, a finger crooking to beckon Lucius forward. “Come, barbarian.”

With a roar Lucius did just that, one fist coming in a haymaker toward his enemy’s jaw, the left fist jabbing just after toward the solar plexus. His opponent grabbed his right wrist, stopping it in an iron grip, while batting away the left with a fast forearm block. Lucius turned the move into a snatch-grab of his own, and the two spun in place, heaving and twisting in the other’s grip.
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PostPosted: Tue May 10, 2011 1:07 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“That’s it!” Cieara looked back to Delana, a smile coming even as she began to slip into the battle-meditations Fiona had taught her. The two young women had listened to the din of battle coming from the walls for nearly an hour, both wincing at the thunder of collapsing stone. As the tremors died away the two young women heard the sound they had been waiting for, the low warbling drone of the signal horn echoing from the hills beyond. Standing, Cieara gripped Vestia tightly, the sentient dagger hissing with anticipation of the meal to come. “You ready?” She asked while looking up at the guardhouse again, wincing as a new sound, the wild clambering of a alarm bell, drifted in on the winds. Her companion, having fitted an arrow to her bow, looked at her and nodded.

“Ready.” Delana said simply, and Ceiara reached back and took hold of her shoulder, easing them into the shadowy niche. The girls faded back into view inside the watchtower, where two guards were starting up the stairs to the second level. Delana reacted immediately; dropping to one knee as she smoothly drew back and let the arrow fly. The guardsman on the left cried out, hands flailing toward his back where the arrow had struck as he fell backward. As his companion spun around in surprise, Delana reached down and quickly pulled another arrow from her leg-quiver, setting it as the guard completed his turn and started back down the stairs. She pulled back without aiming and fired, the hasty shot catching him in the lower stomach. Crying out, he tripped over his fallen comrade and landed with a thud. Delana was on him in a second, her shortsword snapped out and stabbed downward with a low growl. React, without conscious thought. The words of her teachers served her well.

Cieara had hopped into the shadows again as Delana knelt, reappearing in the second floor of the tower where another guardsman was starting to turn a large crank set near the corner of the room. Looking like the pilot wheel of a sailing ship, the crank operated the gates that would seal the manor grounds. The young DeAuster leaped ahead, barreling into the much larger man, her speed enough to knock him away from the crank. His curse turned into a yelp of pain as Vestia slashed along his side. Cieara danced back as he drew his broardsword and started toward her.

He was fast, but crude, slashing almost indiscriminately at Cieara, who easily evaded the first blows. On the third such attack she darted in, Vestia piercing the light leather armor he wore easily and biting deep into his side. Her attack put her within arms reach, and his backhanded blow sent her staggering, the breath blasted from her lungs by his clublike forearm. Seeing her falter he charged in, eager to land a killing blow on this foolhardy girl. Gasping for air, Cieara stepped back again, and as he reached for her, she leaped, grabbing the rafter above and swinging her legs up out of reach. Unable to stop his momentum the guardsman hit the railing by the stairs, flipping over it and falling into the stairwell.

Dropping back to the floor, Cieara winced at the twinge of pain in her sternum where the guard had struck her. Muttering, she moved quickly around the side, to help Delana with the beefy guardsman. She need not had worried, for the man was lying atop the other two, his head at an impossible angle. The sight made Cieara wince again; being something she had not been witness to before. “Delana, you ok down there?”

“Yeah!” The words were accompanied by the scraping of wood, and sheathing her dagger Cieara slipped down the stairs, ducking into the shadows to avoid the bodies on the bottom of the stairs. Delana was struggling to drag the large table toward the door, and Cieara quickly moved to help. The girls stacked chairs as quickly as they could atop the table, and started to pull barrels behind the table, setting three in place before Cieara paused, her keen hearing catching the faint sounds of shouting.

“De, c’mon!” Grabbing her friend’s hand, she took them to the second floor with its windows overlooking the courtyard. Someone had finally noticed the gates were not closed, and a pair of guards was trotting in their direction. Taking cover next to the windowsill, Delana took quick aim and fired. While not hitting either man, the arrow made them pause for a critical few seconds, far long enough to let her aim her second arrow, catching the left guard in the shoulder. He staggered back, clutching at the shaft buried in his chest, the other leaped for cover behind a barrel as a second arrow blossomed in his companion’s chest as Cieara, having grabbed a bow from the wall, joined in the defense. “This should be easy enough…” the half-elf muttered as she drew back and loosed another arrow, forcing the guard to continue huddling behind the barrels.

“Let’s hope so.” Delana glanced around the courtyard, taking aim at another guard sprinting across the grounds, and fired. Her arrow sped just behind the guard, who ducked into a doorway. She fitted another arrow to the bow, and then jerked her head back with a hiss as a crossbow bolt slammed into the windowsill by her cheek, sending splinters flying and drawing a droplet of blood. “Yeah, easy…” she growled under her breath as she moved back to again fire into the courtyard below.
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PostPosted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Your Excellency, we are ready to cast off.” Deggarant slowly turned his hooded gaze to the nearby captain of the Terranthi warship Helm’s Victory. He nodded slowly in acknowledgment, the piercing glare turning back to the city. Nearly a mile from the breach, the harbor only afforded a view of the dust rising above the roofs toward the storm clouds hanging over the battlefield. Only the faintest of sounds of battle, the calling of horns, could be heard over the lapping of water against the piers, and people still moved about the streets of the ward, albeit warily.

“Set sail immediately, Captain.” He commanded, still looking out over the rooftops. The Victory’s captain scowled slightly, but held firm at his position.

“What about Garis?” Again, slowly, Deggarant moved his gaze to the captain, eyes narrowed slightly in his displeasure at the captain’s impertinence.

“He is engaging the enemy, captain.” The answer did nothing to satisfy the captain, but Deggarant would not give him time to argue. “Sir, I am aboard. It’s time to cast off.”

“Aye, Excellency.” Snapping stiffly to attention, the captain saluted smartly, and turned away, shouting commands to the Victory’s crew. As they started to bustle about, preparing to cast off from the pier, Deggarant looked back to the city, sneering softly as he considered the fates of the day. Cisroe could fall for all he cared. Indeed, he couldn’t fathom why the fate of one of the realms of Kaylieth would bother the Emperor, or even attract his notice. But it was not his to wonder about such things. Emperor Terranth would make his mind known should he wish it. For now, his job was done, and Deggarant now looked to return home with some satisfaction.
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PostPosted: Fri May 20, 2011 5:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It was immediately clear that the foreigner was stronger, as Lucius’s arms were slowly forced to either side. Teeth gritted in determination, he strained against the inexorable pull but then found another avenue of attack, snapping his head forward to slam his forehead into the other’s nose. Each released their hold as they staggered back, Lucius wincing at the sudden headache, and his opponent holding his nose to staunch the flow of blood. The Pandemonium lord immediately moved back to the offensive, but his punch was avoided by a swift duck backward. That move away though put the Terranthi in line with the heavy boot that rose to slam into his torso. Deggarant’s aide, Garis by name, growled softly as he dropped into a crouch, one hand on the ground as he swept his leg out to force Lucius into leaping over the attack. Landing, he was off-balance to Garis’s rabbit-jab into his side, a hit that sent a jolt of pain down his side.

Snarling, Lucius brought his forearm down hard, clubbing Garis across the right shoulder, the loud clang of armor meeting armor ringing in the ears. Garis’s return strike caught Lucius in the upper chestplate, taking him off his feet again. As he struggled to rise Lucius caught a glimpse of his enemy then his breath was lost as a savage kick landed on his side. The blow carried enough strength to flip him into the air to land on hands and knees several feet away. White-hot pain flared through his body, proof that at least one rib had snapped, and continuing pressure against the area told him the armor had been dented by the kick.

Garis stalked forward, reaching Lucius as he sucked in much-needed air. He quickly straddled the kneeling lord of Pandemonium, his arm snaking around Lucius’s neck and blocking off his air supply again. Lucius’s hands rose, trying to pry the arm away, but the grip was firm. Garis used his height advantage to keep Lucius on his knees, kicking away his foot whenever it gained purchase. Fighting to breath, some idle part of Lucius’s mind noticed that, up close like this, Gariss arm almost looked as though it was covered with fine scales. “Barbarian scum…” Garis hissed as he struggled with Lucius, his head held near the others so his breath washed across Lucius’s ear. “You should know better that to interfere in the affairs of your betters.”

“Do not hate me, as I’m merely the tool of my lord and master.” The words had been soft as Corbane leaned in close, as if to impart a secret. “Lord Glashion had a last message for you.” The assassin’s eyes narrowed, even as he broke a small smile. “Never get in the way of your betters.” The memory hovered in the oxygen-deprived mind, and Garis missed the sudden flaring in Lucius’s eyes. Those words sent a flaring surge of strength through Lucius and, pain forgotten, he heaved upward, gaining first one, and then the other foot.

Garis gritted his teeth and tightened the choke hold despite Lucius’s efforts to dislodge his arm. Abruptly Lucius changed tactics, his right arm shooting backward to slam an armored elbow into his stronger opponent’s side. One, two, and then three more followed in rapid succession, and on the last, he felt the hold give just a bit. Growling, he twisted in the hold, his right arm coming around to connect hard with Garis’s side, the blades of his battlegauntlets biting deep into rock-hard flesh.

His elation at hearing the cry of pain was short-lived, as a heavy forearm thudded into the side of Lucius’s head, knocking him senseless for a few seconds, more than long enough for Garis to rip away the hand from his side and sending black blood flying. His fists were a furious flurry of blows, several long scratches opening on Lucius’s cheeks and forehead from the wicked fingernails on each hand, other blows taking the air from his lungs and driving him back. The coup-de-gras was a heavy boot arcing around, again catching Lucius’s forehead and sending him tumbling into the granite inner wall.
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PostPosted: Fri May 20, 2011 5:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Blinking rapidly, he tried to regain focus as Garis slowly walked toward him, shaking his left arm from where Lucius had managed to connect during the brief trading of blows. He slowed just long enough to pick up a heavy post, part of one of the ruined trebuchets, as he stalked forward. His eyes met Lucius’s own, and death was promised in that bloodshot stare as he raised his arm, intent on bashing in the fallen man’s skull. His hand rose as if to ward away the blow, but Lucius was acting on another plan of action. From his fingertips a noxious combination of fluids and filth sprayed, catching Garis full in the face. The foul mess drove him back, sputtering and spitting as he tried to block his face from the attack.

The stream ended almost as quickly as he called it, as Lucius’s concentration wavered, still struggling to shake of the effects of the blows Garis had inflicted. The Terranthi, meanwhile, was desperately trying to wipe his vision clear when a smaller form slammed into him, rocking him back on his heels and sending him off-balance. Blinking again as he half-turned to grab the wall and haul himself to his feet, Lucius was surprised to see his son facing off with the foreign warrior.

Daniel had watched alongside Maddock as the barbarians started to flow through the breech into the inner bailey. The two men had separated as the two armies clashed, with Maddock slipping into the city itself and Daniel striking out into the bailey. Two had faced off against him as he worked along the edges of the battle, the first being taken quickly. The second put up a better fight, forcing Daniel into a protracted duel before he could cut the feet from under the other and move on. He had spotted his father amongst the melee, and had watched as the two men fought. It was when his father had been driven back against the wall that he had charged in, to buy Lucius time to recover.

Steel bit cleanly into the heavy wood, sending wood splinters flying from the impact. Daniel wielded the longsword with skill against the larger Terranthi as Garis fell back, using the remains of the post to block Deathlight and sending occasional jabs toward the youth, but never following up when it was batted away. Daniel pressed his attack, seeking a quick cut to try to put the other at a disadvantage. Garis feinted left, then right, each time ducking back as the gleaming longsword arced through the spot where he should have been, and only Daniel’s quickness got his weapon back around in time to keep the larger man from taking advantage.

The younger DeAuster slashed out, spinning the weapon around and quickly jabbing toward Garis’s solar plexus. Turning to the side, the warrior sidestepped the thrust and swung his arm around, catching Daniel across his upper chest and sending him flying. Lucius had shaken out the cobwebs as Garis leaped to the side, landing near Daniel’s sprawled form. The young man had been slow in trying to stand, opening himself dangerously, and with a sadistic grin of delight Garis brought his boot down hard on Daniel’s chest. Blood burst from his mouth and nose, and Daniel’s cry of pain was choked off as his breath was forced from him in a sheet of blinding agony.

A red haze dropped across Lucius’s vision, and he didn’t consciously register the howl that rang across the battlefield. Men on both sides nearest them paused, looking back at the inhuman cry that was both anguish and pure rage.

The Beast was unleashed.
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PostPosted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Cieara gasped as sudden pain shot throughout her entire nervous system, dropping her to her knees. Her bow clattered to the floor as she clutched both hands to her chest and fell back against the wall. “Cie?” Delana glanced over quickly, worried that her friend had been hit by one of the bolts arcing toward the windows. Not seeing any evident wounds, she looked back to the courtyard, loosing the arrow she had already drawn. “Cie!”

“Ahh..it’s..Danny!” Cieara gasped out, gritting her teeth as her brother’s agony threatened to overwhelm her. Delana cursed as she fired again, glancing back as she yanked another arrow from her quiver.

“Cie, snap out of it!” Not knowing exactly what was going on with her friend, Delana looked back out into the courtyard to draw a bead on a scrambling guard. Her fingers were releasing the shot when the world exploded through her shoulder. Her shot went wild as she fell back, dropping the bow to grasp the bolt embedded in her shoulder. Delana’s scream pulled Cieara from the well of pain threatening to overwhelm her, and the redhead blinked rapidly, looking over to her friend rolling onto her side, clutching at her wound.

“De!” Fighting back the nausea she scrambled over, wincing at the sight of blood rapidly staining the tunic. Wrapping an arm around Delana’s chest Cieara hauled her away from the window, to sit up against the wall.

“Oh gods…” Delana managed to hiss between clenched teeth, her fingers clutching at the buried bolt. Cieara was about to reply when a loud bang echoed up the stairs, and then a second.

“Oh, hells…”

***

Daniel’s world narrowed to the crushing foot driving him into the earth, his vision dimming as the pain threatened to force him into unconsciousness. His hands wrapped weakly around the ankle of the monster standing over him, a feeble attempt to dislodge Garis. When the brute suddenly vanished from atop him he did not question, but tried desperately to suck in much-needed air.

Lucius had plowed into Garis, lifting the Terranthi from his son and flinging him several feet away, where he landed hard on the stairwell heading toward the battlements above. Shaking his head, Garis hopped back to his feet, sallow eyes locking on Lucius’s crimson eyes as father stood over son. Arms flung to either side, Lucius howled in bestial rage, and combatants from both sides scrambled back when his lower jaw split and folded backward, revealing rows of inward-canted teeth as his body twisting under the forces waging within him. Thick leather straps creaked under the strain of warping muscle-mass, and the shoulder guards peeled back as two fleshy protuberances drove through the heavy metal, unfolding into two large bat-like wings. Leather was also tearing as talons ripped through the fingertips of the gauntlets, gleaming black in the light as his fingers flexed in rage.

Charging forward, Lucius leaped into the air, the new wings lifting him higher before snapping closer to his body, dropping him to the stairs below. Garis hopped upward, avoiding the fist aimed at his temple by a fortunate slip. Talons scored the granite from the errant blow as Lucius landed heavily on the lower stairs, then glared up at his enemy as he started in pursuit. Garis braced himself with a hand on the stair’s edge, slitted eyes looking down at Lucius while he drew in a deep breath. As Lucius reached out to grab him Garis’s mouth opened wide, and with a sudden crash of thunder a brilliant bolt of lightning lashed out, slamming into Lucius’s chest at pointblank range.

The lightning bolt threw Lucius back down the stairs, arcs of electricity flowing all around his body as he landed heavy on the intermediate landing. Garis leaped down the stairs to follow up his attack, only to have a boot slam into his stomach, doubling him over in a 'whoosh' of lost air. Gasping and holding his side, he stumbled back up the stairs as Lucius struggled to his feet and started after him.
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:31 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Ships ho!” The watch in the crow’s nest brought Kitian Albaelia’s attention toward the opening of Cisroe’s bay. Two galleons were coming into view, oars working the water hard. Peering through her spyglass the young woman could see the crews swarming over the masts, preparing to hoist sails. Both were sporting the colors of the Empire of Terranth, and if her information was correct these would be the Helm’s Victory and the Covenant.

“Looks like Lucius may have been right to worry” Karl, the Enyala Kuru’s pilot for many years merely grunted as Kitian turned toward the main deck. “Kar, get ready!” Her younger brother and first mate Karenthesis waved to her from his position near the fore deck, and then turned to start barking orders to the crew of the Kuru. The men and women hopped to their tasks immediately, having been ready for the call for some time. The cannon were loaded and primed, and Karenthesis helped two crewmen prepare the forward-mounted ballista.

“Captain, the Axe” Karl was pointing starboard, where the Axe, under the command of the pirate Lynch, had been sitting. The ship had dropped oars and was starting forward to meet the closer of the two Terranthi ships.

“What the hell is he doing?” Kitian cursed silently, and leaned over the poop deck railing. “Kar, hoist the mizzen’s! We’re moving in!”

“We’re WHAT?” Karenthesis’s started cry was ignored as Kitian again brought the spyglass up to get a better view of the two ships. Karenthesis nether less had the crew up from the cannons and a few moments later heavy canvas was raised along the smaller of the Kuru’s two masts. Billowing as they caught the winds of the unnatural storm, the agile ship fairly leaped forward, following the larger Axe.

Lynch was angling into the Covenant from port and for a second both ships were obscured by billowing clouds of smoke as each galleon fired cannon on each other. Wood flew as the heavy cannonballs smashed into the ships, though the hits were not enough to seriously damage either ship. The Terranthi captain shouted orders, ordering his men to take arms as the Axe closed in. He looked on with horror as the pirate ship plowed into the side of the galleon, the steel-reinforced bow splintering the heavy timbers with a sickening crunching sound. The crew of the Axe swarmed over the railings and swung down on ropes to the deck of the Terranthi ship, sending the deck into swirling chaos.

Kitian growled softly as smoke billowed from the side of the Victory, two of the cannonballs smashing into the upper planks of her beloved ship. Her crew, well trained and practiced in ship-to-ship warfare, held their fire, waiting for the distance to close between them and their prey. She gripped the railing as the Kuru tilted into a sweeping turn behind the galleon, canvas billowing as the Kuru moved parallel with the Victory. At this distance she could see the cannon crews working feverishly to reload the cannon, and a grim smile came to her as she turned to lean over the rail again. “Fire!”

“Fire port batteries!” Karenthesis slashed his arm down, and the Kuru shuddered as its cannon roared to life. Holes appeared in the side of the Victory, and the ship visibly shook as flames roared suddenly from amidships, testament to one of her munitions stores being set off by the Kuru’s barrage. The explosion sent many on the deck tumbling, and the Victory veered sharply to starboard, slamming into the Kuru’s side.

Fighting to keep her balance Kitian screamed orders to the crew, many of which were already drawing weapons to repel the foreign sailors starting to leap over the railings. She saw a brief flash of red hair as Karenthesis led the charge, and then she was jumping into the fray, her cutlass flashing in the morning light peeking through the storm clouds. She lashed out left and right through the enemy, standing her ground at the foot of the stairs leading to the poop deck. Karenthesis stood near the bow, back to back with another of the Kuru’s crewmen as the Terranthis tried to swarm them. Luckily for the smaller galleon only part of the Victory’s crew had crossed over, the others remaining to try to disengage the two ships. The creaking of the hulls was nearly drowned out by the shouts and screams of the fight, but he, and Kitian near the aft deck, winced at the sound even as they fought to save the Kuru.
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