Dubhaine Family/Scein/Roleplays/1019/August
8th August
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Bam Townsend
I crawled myself out of some drunken stupor in an old whorehouse and a village I don't even know the name of. Shouldn't I partied so hard when I join the Realm. LOL but I am at my unit are ready for action. What seems to be better orders?
Coulson Blue
"just use the blue paper, and write 'Hammer Time.' and send it on its way, Nathan!"
"Sir, you just want me to send 'Hammer Time?' to all of Taselak?"
"What? Not a good idea?"
9th August
Summer Day -- Astin
Scein Dubhaine
The wind picked up as the battered armies of Taselak drew nigh to Fort Astin, catching the folds of Scein's banner as she led the column, billowing it into a roiling sea of black silk until it stretched out behind her like a tattered scar in the pre-dawn glow.
It was many years since The Terror last took personal charge of Taselak's war machine, her strange undeathly existence having long since distanced her from the good knights and burghers of her adopted homeland. They called her The Hidden Hand and her influence reached wherever Taselak's banner flew but few knew her face even amongst the councils of the Shield. Today though her fierce countenance was visible for all to see, helm discarded to reveal unblemished features, as beautiful and deadly as the polar storms.
Scein's ice-blue eyes waxed bright like star sapphires, fuelled by the same cold fury which infected the men and beasts under her command. This was the power which bound her here, the curse from which she could not free herself without releasing a much greater evil than her own. She alone had looked upon the face of the Beppo and remained sane, for she alone bore a shard of the Beppo in her soul.
"Charge you misbegotten sons of perdition!" the hurriedly assembled siege engines crashed against the wooden palisade and Scein was eager to be at the enemy, her plan the continuing rejection of all conventional military wisdom. Cavalry do not attack walls. Cavalry sit back and let infantry attack walls. For the second time in recent days Scein would do things her way and Beppo take the hindmost.
"Ma'am?" Captain Andreina could barely control her mount, its bloodshot eyes swivelling and foam bubbling from its nostrils, her cheek scabbed and stitched from the first Battle of Astin.
"Oh for Taselak's sake, just bloody try and keep up Andreina!" Scein spurred her steed forward, the Black Banner streaming behind her as the ranks of archers and infantry parted before her, careless of the hail of arrows from the Fort's defenders. Here and there arrows found their mark and riderless horses ran wild, the frenzy instilled by their mistress adding to the heat and confusion of battle.
"Come out you Beppo worshipping cowards!" and damn if they didn't. For the second time in a week they couldn't help themselves, their master's hunger for his stolen essence overriding all sense and reason as the soldiers of Ikalak threw themselves against Taselak's riders. And for the second time in a week Scein howled with joy as her blade drunk deep on Ikalakian blood.
