Avalon/Roleplay Section/Hector/The Battle of Norjke

Norjke is a mountainous region. The winds here carry the smell of rotten meat. That foul oder that causes one to turn away and cover one's mouth. This oder has been on the winds for about a day or so.

Hector turns to Revan. "The undead come, friend".

"Ahh, I thought perhaps the paraganthe was in blume."

"This time, it'll be a lot different, Revan, we have many more men." He pauses and looks down. "You know, I actually had some doubt you'd make it through our last battle of Henhower."

Revan turns, with his eyes opened a bit wider than his normal squint, and his mouth opened just a little. "What? Are you serious old friend?"

"Yeah, I am." Hector looks up, meeting Revan's gaze.

"Ah come on, are you serious?" Revan says almost as if he suddenly doesn't know the man next to him.

"You know, Revan, had I not found that church, me and my men would have been part of this undead horde coming now."

"Hector, when have we ever failed in a mission... or when was the last time someone or something killed you?"

Hector's shoulders bounce a bit as he laughs once. "Ah, comeon Revan, I knew if it could be done, you'd do it. But still, it made me think a lot."

"Bah, don't get sentimental on me now, Hector. I can't go on being a hero, if you're going to keep crying when you see me bump my knee.... dad."

Hector laughs. "You're righ! Forget it. It's just, I think about her too much now, and it makes me look closer at what I value!"

Suddenly, a loud horn sounds.

"They're coming..." Both men break from each other, running in opposite directions to their camps.

"To arms, to arms!!!" Hector, shouts...

"Come on men, get up, it's time to fight..." Revan says to his 5 men.

Suddenly, before Revan can get his horse saddled, a creature comes bounding from the woods. The armies are starting to form in the center of the battle field, just in the clearing about a 100 yards away. But Revan and his men are just getting out of there camp.

Before he knew it, one of his men was consumed by two giant creatures, about 10 feet tall, and just as wide.

Revan brings out his bow, and aims right between the eyes. All the while, leaning on his horses hind quarters, using it as a shield and to stablize his balance.

Swwwoooosshhh... the arrow flies perfectly between the eyes of the first monster. He teeters for a moment, then falls backwards, crushing an underling. The second monster sees him and starts towards him. Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield, the armies are forming... But Revan's men are being attacked. Another man is crushed by a large tree trunk that was widdled down in the shape of a mace and cluched in the hands of the giant monster.

Revan turns, and a skiny, but tall monster is in full swing, aiming right for Revan's head. The horse Revan is leaning against bucks and throws Revan back.. Suddenly, Hector is there. Slicing the head clean off. The monster drops to his knees, then colapses, a lifeless mound of grey matter.

Hector grabs Revan and helps him to his feet... "come Revan, let's not dilly dally, there is a giant monster between us and the battle field, you flank his left, I'll flank his right..."

Hector's men are already moving with the other armies, forming a line in the clearing, and heading straight at the majority of the monsters gathered there.

Revan and Hector confuse the large Monster. This is too easy. Hector thinks to himself... Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain and sees a flash of bright light. Then nothing.

Revan looks and sees an underling swinging a mace and hitting Hector from the side, he never even saw it coming.

Revan has to make a choice, risk his life for his friend or not... Well, what's a hero for. Revan slides on his knees, between the legs of the giant monster, as the monster swings his giant tree trunk wildly missing Revan. Revan slides on his knees and he lifts his sword and slices up, cutting a major artery in the monsters right leg. He stumbles and collapses.

Revan bolts towards the underling, who is raising his mace to smash Hector's skull. He's at least 25 feet away, and he won't reach him in time. So, Revan pulls back his sword and throws it with all his might... I was never any good at throwing my sword.

As the sword slices through the underling, it looks at Revan in astonishment and then collapses, lifeless to the ground. Revan, lifts Hector up a bit and smacks him hard, in the face.

Hector jerks loose and stands, "What the hell is wrong with you?" As he grabs the side of his bloody head.

"An underling snuck up on you and was able to get you from the side"

I am getting too old for this.

"OK, I'm all right... LOOK OUT!"

Revan turns to see the large Monster in mid swing with his mace... Revan grabs Hector with both hands, swings both feet up to Hector's chest and shoves off as hard as he can.. Sending himself and Hector tumbling in opposite directions, just narrowly avoiding the Monsters' swing.

Hector, draws his sword and so does Revan. They both attack, viciously at the same time. Cutting the limbs from the monster. As it staggers and falls, both Revan and Hector look up to see the Monsters on the battlefield falling by the swords of the Avalonians...

"You know, Revan, this is our first real victory over the Monsters..."

"You're right, Hector, we should celebrate."

Hector puts his sword back in it's sheath, and grabs his head while putting his arm around Revan. "We have to stop meeting like this." Both men laugh as they walk off towards the battlefield to see if their men are still alive.