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Hector weezes from the open wound on his forearm. He hadn't had time yet to seal it because they were being chased. Half of his men are seriously wounded, more than half are dead. They shuffle through the forest as fast as possible, carrying what living men he has left. They run, blinded by tree branches bashing them in the head. Arms over necks, hobbling like a three legged sack race. | Hector weezes from the open wound on his forearm. He hadn't had time yet to seal it because they were being chased. Half of his men are seriously wounded, more than half are dead. They shuffle through the forest as fast as possible, carrying what living men he has left. They run, blinded by tree branches bashing them in the head. Arms over necks, hobbling like a three legged sack race. | ||
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The Battle of Henhower, Part I
Hector weezes from the open wound on his forearm. He hadn't had time yet to seal it because they were being chased. Half of his men are seriously wounded, more than half are dead. They shuffle through the forest as fast as possible, carrying what living men he has left. They run, blinded by tree branches bashing them in the head. Arms over necks, hobbling like a three legged sack race.
He turns to see some undead gaining on them. Hector drops the soldier he is helping, and turns and draws his sword.
"What in the bloody hell happened Sergant?"
Quicky, by his side is a bloody man, looking half dead.
"Mi'Lord, I have no idea what happened. Our watchman fell asleep on duty. And before we knew it, some of our fellow troop leaders took off just before they struck us."
Earlier that day, while Hector and his men had slept, an undead hord, huge and grotesk moved in on Hector and his men. 10 men died trying to fight them off, The rest were wounded by scrapes, bites and claw marks. They quickly fell back to the edge of the woods.
Hector had tought them all how to avoid being tracked by the undead... simple, if you bleed, they come... if you bleed, they will find you. So, any bloody wounds, must be cotterized immediately. As the hord began feeding on the 10 dead men, Hector quickly grabbed a bag of cannon powder and poured it on his mens open wounds, then set fire to it. The screams of his men from the pain were drowned out by the screams of undead hord. As quickly as he had set fire to their wounds, he had them up, pairing up the worst with the best, then off they went, Hector, looking over his shoulder as they left.
"Mi'Lord! You're arm! Hector looks down to see his army covered in blood! DAMN DAMN DAMN! I didn't take care of my own wound, now we may all die here!"
Hector attacks and cuts off two heads. As they beasts stagger and fall, he quickly follows through with the sword through the heart. Two down, two to go. The Sergant is attacked from behind, and goes down, Hector approaches the third from behind as it approaches the Sergant. Through the back piercing the heart... another one down.
The Sergant flails wildly trying to break free from the monster. Hector rushes to him, suddenlty, the undead man is pierced with an arrow through his heart by an arrow.
Hector looks up and sees his friend, Revan, attop an undead horse. It bucks wildly, but Revan has him under control.
"Hector, old friend!"
"Revan, my god, how long has it been?"
Behind them, the Sergant staggers to his feet. "Lord Revan, I thank you, sir, you... saved my life!"
"Think nothing of it! Hector, your wound, you have to seal that, you know..."
"Yes, yes, of course, as soon as I get some cannon powder..."
"Here, I have some, but first, I need help killing this horse, if I get down now, he'll surley kill us both."
"Of course" Hector lunges and stabs the horse through the chest. The horse bucks back and throws Revan, and flails for a moment, then goes still.
"Thanks, nice and delicate, and I appreciate the warning too!" Revan says as he grabs Hectors hands and comes to his feet. He retreives a bag with some cannon powder and promptly lights it to seal Hector's wound.
"Damn, that hurts. Isn't there any other way to do this?... What happened back there, Revan, how did we get caught off guard?"
"My watch was taken out, by a wraith. Not normally accompanying an undead-horde. That is how they were able to move in so swiftly, practically undetected."
"A wraith with an undead-hord, that's like a King walking down the street with a peasant. What on earth is going on?" Hector asks, looking down in the dirt.
"I don't know, but perhaps this last invasion of the undead was guided by beings more powerful then ourselves. Perhaps an Intelligence greater than the wraiths."
Hector shutters... "OK, enough, let's get moving... I'm heading back to Cteduul to see if I can possibly recruit."
With that, Hector grabs the man he dropped earlier and starts towards Cteduul.
"Coming, Revan?"
Next: The Battle of Henhower, Part II (Written by Revan): (Avalon/Roleplay_Section/Hector/The Battle of Henhower, part II)
