Dubhaine Family/Scein/Roleplays/2020/March
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| Fame | 40 |
| Wealth | 19485 |
| Home Region | Ashforth |
| Home World | East Continent |
3rd March
Summer Evening - Taselak
Gadge Buros
Gadge, the first noble of Seggelin, is traveling through the dense forest of Seggelin. His mind is wandering from him while thinking about the war. He had heard that they were charging into Lesthem to attack but he could go along. He needed to train troops and build a stronger army before he charged into battle, an he needed to travel to the capital. His mind snapped back into place right as he was crossing the boarder into Endelee, he was surprised by a rustling in the bushes.
“Who is it!” he cried into the forest.
There was no response for a few moments, until someone jumped out of the bushes jabbing at him with their knife. Gadge caught a glimpse of their face and immediately knew who it was...
“Reexamine! Stop! I’m Gadge Buros the first Nobel of Seggelin.”
“Ahh. I see.” She responds, “Why aren’t you going to lesthen!?”
“I have very few troops, and they are all extremely weak. I didn’t want to risk the life off my troops in war when they are not ready for it.”
“Then go. Go to the capital, recruit more troops, and train them. Once you do that bring them to Lesthen to fight.” She says fiercely.
“Yes ma’am!” Gadge says while walking away
He is ready for anything to happen on his journey into the unknown...
Réexamine Rainhorse
As Réexamine walks through she sees her troops picking berries and tells them to focus on the mission. When she finishes her sentence her troops start booming with battle cries. Then she sees a group of her comrades and pumps a fist to them. She thinks to herself leading will be hard, but the fire in her soul can get her through it.
Bren DeGrey
- Bren stares silently into his campfire, memories flooding his mind. Watching flames banter and battle creating more light with each breath. He glances at his captain Olga.
"Olga! How are the men after news of The Hammer Kraken fall?" Barks Bren.
"They are well and ready I suppose Lord Bren. They are a little demoralized but time will heal these wounds." Olga announces while shifting her eyes to her lord. "How are you my lord?"
"Bummed Olga, really bummed. He was great military leader and better friend. He saved my arse more than I've got fingers." Bren frowns as he holds his course hands up revealing 9 1/2 fingers. "I should have been fighting on that battlefield, our archers could of covered him" he stares back into the fire. Watching it dance as his eyes tear up and starts to run down his face. Kraken was the friend who he would stand beside through any army or engagement.
Summer Evening - Taselak
Apollo Davis Player
- The flashbacks of the battle slowly come back to me. By now I am ridden of Seggelin, healing my men in Endelee . The screams of Ikalak and Taselak Alike still ring in my ears as if I was still there. But one will always be burned into my mind: Kraken, our Marshal himself died in the melee. I remember it clear as day:*
We march towards the enemy keeping line formation as ordered. You never really cherish peace until your on the brink of its end. Oh how I wish I was back in Taselak on my estate. The ground is already wet with the blood of the Ikalak's first wave. We step over the bodies trying to keep in formation. Before us is a group of 80 or so infantry. My men falter in front of me though we have barely seen combat yet.
"Hold Formation!" I shout at my men.
Then I hear the wretched Ikalak warcry blend into our own. Then its all a blur. The clash of the front line, the whiz of arrows overhead, the sight of banners, and the screams of my own men. I am already bearing a few wounds from past engagements. And it hurts more to see my line ploughed through and trampled like small children. My men begin to scatter slightly though my shouts keep them steady. I take another slash from a Ikalak soldier as I fight his friend. The chaos continues. Both sides show no mercy.
Kraken himself fights near us. I can hear his shouts to his men and other units as he directs the battle. The next moment I would remember forever. The Ikalak soldier who slips past his men and charges him, the whiz of arrows that try to hit the soldier but miss for the fear of the accidental hit of Kraken. Before Kraken can react the sword of the soldier is half in his gut. The soldier is cut down by Kraken a moment later, he stumbles as healers grab him and take him off the battlefield.
The struggle commences for two hours. My men scatter around me three-fourths of the way through it. I move forward slightly to help cover their retreat. The moment I do Im bashed to the ground and I can feel the air pushed from my lungs. Multiple pains lace my sides as I hear the battle continue. I open my eyes to see a Ikalak soldier standing above me. He slices into my side as I cry in agony, then slams me in the face with the hilt of his sword. Everything goes black. What would happen next would be seen as a miracle.
