Beluaterra/Fifth Invasion/Roleplays

Roleplay from Durzo Blint    Message sent to everyone in your realm (41 recipients) Durzo stood before his men, they had gathered in a tavern hall in Unger. He had paid for the drinks. They sang songs of merriment and toasted Durzo's health. He stood before them, haggard and tired, he was tired of this war. Tired of sleeping with the fear of death, tired of fighting this persistent enemy. "Johann, call their attention." Durzo said in a weak tone, he was still recovering from wounds sustained in the last battle. Johann shouted for the men to quiet down, they shushed each other until silence hung in the air. "I know you are all tired, I am as well. I know that this damn overlord has been relentless in these battles. I know that you have fought, bled and died for Thalmarkin. But let us not forget, THE NORTH DOES NOT FORGET. THE NORTH REMEMBERS. THE NORTH REMEMBERS HER HEROES AS WELL AS HER ENEMIES. THE NORTH REMEMBERS THOSE THAT FIGHT TO DEFEND HER AS WELL AS THOSE THAT FIGHT TO DESTROY HER. THE NORTH REMEMBER THOSE THAT FIGHT TO SUSTAIN AND THOSE THAT FIGHT TO CONQUER. MOST OF ALL THE NORTH REMEMBERS THE SACRIFICE THAT YOU HAVE GIVEN. THE NORTH REMEMBERS THAT YOU ARE HER CHILDREN! NOW LET US MAKE THE OVERLORD REMEMBER WHY THE NORTH IS SOMETHING TO FEAR, LET US REMIND THE OVERLORD THAT WE ARE THALMARKIN, AND WE ARE NOT AFRAID!!!" Durzo's men erupted into cheers and cries of victory, toasts to fallen comrades and oaths to fight to their last breath. Durzo raised his hands for silence as pride swelled up inside him. "Tomorrow, we take the head off that damn overlord, tomorrow we remind him how bitter and cold the north can be. No man will retreat with a clean blade, is that understood? And you sure as hell will not die with one. I know you are thirsty, gents. My gold is running short, so let us not waste it on drinks, save your thirst for the blood of the overlord and his minions. FOR THALMARKIN, FOR THE NORTH!"

Roleplay from Benedicta Marlboro    Message sent to everyone in your realm (41 recipients) Life was full of if onlys, and the weak mind could seize onto them in an attempt at denial. If only I had said this, if only I had done that. In this case, the poison of self-doubt came to Dame Benny in the form of if only the Overlord had attacked them first, rather than forcing them to march out. These maladies were of course treatable like any disease of the body, and in this case the cure came in a cask of one of His Grace's fine beers. Benny helped herself liberally, sharing a mug with her captain as they took turns fleeing to the privy. Liquid courage filled her veins, supplementing the ever-burning fire in her heart. When the black tide came within sight, she put one foot up on a crenelation, setting a crossbow over her armored thigh. She emptied the mug one last time and hurled it impotently at a force that was still beyond even the range of their bows, screaming, "Come! Come! You can not break me!" The ensuing battle, in this state, became surreal. Her skill with her maul appeared unaffected, though to her own mind it was as if another were controlling her body and she herself was a mere witness. Not long after the first charge, the vanguard of the abominations was thrown from the walls. She fixed her steely gaze on a particularly large one, mistaking it for the Overlord, and suddenly a screaming filled her ears, rendering her deaf to all else. The Daimon rapidly grew larger, as did the ground upon which it stood. She didn't realize she'd leapt at it until the tip of her greatsword (Hadn't she been holding a sledge a moment ago?) was buried in its skull, and with a wrenching pop her shoulder came loose from its socket. Losing her grip on the weapon, she fell to the ground, and as the wind was knocked from her and the screaming abruptly cut short she became aware that it had been her own voice raised in such a furious pitch. Trapped between the walls and the advancing horde, she drew her final weapon, a mere dagger, with her off-hand. She'd seen Vilmar fell a Flesh-Eater with one in the past but suddenly doubted her own skill. Salvation of a kind came in the form of a trio of ropes, from which her Dead Reckoning descended to retrieve their fallen commander. Too many of the ladies, war widows and other victims of the fighting, died, but more was their glory, for at the end of it, several of the abominations lay dead where she'd stood.

Roleplay from Nerra Deleus    Message sent to everyone in your realm (41 recipients) Coming from the daimon prison, the blurry silhouette of a lonesome woman appeared at the border to the blighted lands in whatever dim light dawn could still bring to this darkness. She was moving in a ducked posture, but still running as fast as she could, seeking cover behind every big rock and tree stump she could find. With a deadly pale face, covered in drops of cold sweat, she kept looking back over her shoulder every few seconds, hurling her long black hair through the air. A short cracking noise from a nearby tree stump let her wince and she sucked in a deep, nervous breath before sitting so still in her hiding place that not a single sound could be heard from her any longer. After several long minutes of complete silence, her tensed muscles relaxed the slightest bit, but a sudden shiver ran through her body. Carefully, she stared around the rock she was hiding behind. Not seeing any threats, she swiftly continued her way through these desolate plains, melting with the shadows. When she finally saw the retreated survivors of the humans still present in Winifael, she almost cried out in relief, her eyes filling with tears of released tension. But she quickly realized what a huge mistake any noise would have been when she spotted the massive force of demons marching towards Unger nearby. In the desperate attempt to stay calm, she closed her eyes and pressed her back against the next rock she was able to find, silently waiting again and shivering from time to time, hearing her own heart beat in an unnaturally loud manner.

Roleplay from Himeko Ishida    Message sent to everyone in your realm (41 recipients) Himeko spat a mixture of sweat and blood onto the carcass of the nearest Horror. She claimed personal credit for two of the foul things. Langril had cloven flesh and bone with ease as it keened its song of doom in the Raven Lady's hands. The combat lulled. Himeko turned to see slightly over half her unit still standing; some were finishing off daimons at their feet, many more of the others were pulling Thalmarkian or Melite wounded off the exposed thoroughfares of the city. She was not unscathed, but her battleplate had protected her from the worst of claw and fang. Jurgen was looking worse for the wear, helmet evidently lost in combat and bleeding from a shoulder wound, but the Captain managed a smile of bravado as his Lady found him. "You're wounded, milady..." the Captain began. "Shut up, Jurgen, so are you." was the retort. "Captain," Himeko continued, "rally those who can fight, and move the wounded to a more defensible location. This battle is not yet over." "At once, milady." Jurgen gave a half-salute and limped off to gather his men. The Praetrix sank to the ground, completely disregarding her nobility in the eyes of the troops, as she allowed her weariness to seep into her bones. Still, we did well, Himeko thought, we lost good men, but we cut a large portion of the daimon force down. "Let's hope that we can wipe them out before they do the same to us," the Raven Lady mumbled aloud as she sank into light slumber.

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch    Message sent to everyone in your realm (41 recipients) The battle began as soon as the sun hid behind hills of Winifael. As the shadow of the night fell upon daimons and humans, they charged at each other. Hernfelk and his 2nd Platoon were placed in the front line. It would usually be one of the most dangerous and honourable position as those in the front line were given the honour of the first blood. He was excited when he was placed in the front line with foreigners from Old Greakh and Melhed but that excitement quickly turned into fear as the horde of daimons approached closer to him and his men. Hernfelk's face grew pale as the daimons got closer to him and he shivered when he could finally see the faces of his enemies in details. They looked exactly like demons his mother and aunt used to tell him. Hernfelk, with shaking hands, unsheathed his sword from his belt and gripped it tightly. He could hear his men gulping to ease the tension as the daimons began to charge toward them. Before they knew it, the daimons clashed with the front line. Everyone swung their weapons desperately to stay alive. That was the only thing they could think of each time daimons ripped people to shreds. Hernfelk and his men surrounded two daimons who approached them after massacring the unit standing to the right of them. Before Hernfelk could even order, his men charged - probably out of fear - to the daimons after letting out battle cries - or terrorized screams. They managed to kill both daimons while losing only a couple men thanks to waves of arrows which fell upon the horde. But when the rain of arrows stopped, another wave of daimons appeared beyond the corpses of slain daimons. Hernfelk quickly ordered his men to form a line, hoping to regroup his men before fighting another wave of daimons. But when he turned his eyes to gaze upon the horde, he saw something unreal. A daimon, as big as a small mountain showed himself. Wearing an armour, glittering with baleful shines, the daimon slowly walked toward Hernfelk. The sheer size of the daimon was good enough to make any man to flee in fear. The daimon left nothing but a trail of death and destruction. Nothing could stop the daimon. Hernfelk's men all died in a single swing of an arm. Each time the daimon killed a man, his armour shined briefly. And that brief shine was what woke Hernfelk up. He remembered what he heard from others about daimons and realized the daimon in a glittering armour was 'Overlord'. When he realized this simple fact, he quickly lay on the ground and covered himself with blood of all the fallen men around him and acted like a dead man. He lied on the ground for the rest of the battle. But he could still hear... Hear screams, shouts, and prayers. After two hours of slaughter the battle ended. None of his men survived. Every last one of his men fell from the battle. After burying some of his men - ones he could still recognize, he returned to Unger.

Roleplay from Hernfelk Lapallanch    Message sent to everyone in your realm (41 recipients) As soon as Hernfelk returned to Unger, he ran to the recruitment office to recruit a new unit to lead. His previous unit, the 2nd Platoon was massacred in Winifael. Recruitment officers tried to convince him to recruit infantrymen with axes again but he completely ignored them this time after witnessing daimons himself. So called 'chopping legs to make daimons shorter' strategy had a major flaw and that almost costed Hernfelk his life. Axe men fell before they got near the daimons as their axes were too big and heavy. Daimons were simply too quick for slow moving infantrymen to deal with. Also, big axes weren't good for running away from the battlefield. This time, Hernfelk recruited cavalry units, hoping to out run daimons on the battlefield. An inexperienced captain called Rambrecht joined his unit to lead. Hernfelk-"So captain. Have you ever seen a daimon before?" Rambrecht-"Yes, Sir. I have seen them when they attacked the city. But I wasn't a soldier back then so I did not get a chance to fight them. How about you, Sir? Have you fought one before?" Hernfelk-"I fought an entire horde of them in Winifael, not even half a day ago. And trust me, captain. They are not something you want to fight. They are walking nightmares. They devoured a lot of good men and women in Winifael. They will slay ones claimed by fear. " Rambrecht-"Have you seen 'Overlord', Sir? I heard if we defeat him, we will win this invasion." Hernfelk-"Overlord... just run when you see him. When you see a black hill moving towards you, get out of its path. Overlord will destroy anything on his path. Humans, horses, walls... I haven't seen that monster stop even for a second in the last battle." Just thinking about Overlord made him shiver with fear. Standing before a giant dark figure shrouded with a dreaded black fog was a situation which any man would want to avoid. If his men did not charge out of fear or he did not move quickly to put the blood on his body to fake his death, he would not be in the recruitment office to recruit units. As Hernfelk finished describing the daimons, a messenger entered the recruitment office to find someone. The messenger looked around and when he saw Hernfelk, he walked right to him. Messenger-"Sir, please prepare for a siege battle. Overlord will be attacking the city after sunrise." Hernfelk-"What? Captain, get the men ready. It is going to be a long morning. I just hope I survive." As the sun rose from the ground to start another day, Hernfelk could see the same horde he encountered in Winifael. It did not look like the horde lost much from the previous battle. From one of many towers of the city, he could easily spot Overlord leading the horde from the center. The armour of the daimon seemed to shine more brightly than before. Hernfelk and his men were position farthest away from the walls as his cavalry unit was useless unless Overlord breached the walls. Soon after his men positioned themselves away from the walls, terrible roars of the daimons shook the city - a horrifying sound to begin the battle with. The ground shook as the daimons marched towards the walls. Hernfelk watched the backs of others from few hundred meters away from the walls. But the scene changed rapidly as the daimons began to climb the walls. Archers fired their arrows as fast as they could while infantrymen tried to push the daimons off the walls. Some daimons managed to climb the walls but they were quickly pushed off the walls by knights and other heavily armed soldiers. Some women were running across the walls to supply archers with arrows while old soldiers handed out spears they carried from the nearest smithies. The battle raged on and after the first hour, the main gate opened for a short time. Through the gate, a few brave knights led small squads of cavalries to attack the horde directly but they were crushed like insects within minutes. The gate was quickly closed to prevent any daimon from breaking in. When Overlord, who had a few spears and arrows sticking out of his body, destroyed the first line of defence - mainly consisted of melee combatants, someone Hernfelk has seen before rushed to the side of the walls Overlord was standing and struck the legs of Overlord with a black sword. It was Rila Daybreaker! Hernfelk's jaw dropped after witnessing such heroism. But even she was forced to retreat when the horde poured through the walls where Overlord managed to breach. The daimons charged into the vulnerable archer lines and slaughtered tens of archers. his right to see his captain. Captain Rambrecht nodded silently. Hernfelk put his right fist up high and ordered his men forward. Hernfelk-"Forward!" Rambrecht-"Charge! Form the wedge formation! Don't fall behind!" They quickly charged up stairs and clashed with the daimons who just came up to the walls. They managed to kill a few daimons with the first charge but once the formation broke and it turned close to a hand to hand combat, the men of the 3rd Platoon quickly fell. When Overlord climbed back up on the walls, his giant shadow fell upon Hernfelk who was just ending a daimon's life with a spear he took from one of his dead soldiers. Hernfelk raised his head to see what creature could possibly have such a big shadow, and that was when his eyes met the giant eyes of Overlord. Hernfelk was stunned by fear and could not move a muscle. He fell from his horse and lost the grip on his sword. Overlord grabbed a rock, or a broken piece of the walls, and threw it at Hernfelk, or to kill people behind him along with Henfelk. When the rock was about to hit Hernfelk, he felt someone pushing him away from the flying rock. As he fell on the ground, he snapped out of himself and looked around to find his sword. But the only things he found were his horse and his captain who was missing his left arm. He rushed to his captain and helped him get up. Rambrecht-"Are.. you okay, Sir?" Hernfelk-"Thanks for saving my life, Captain. Let's get out of here. We did everything we could here. I don't think we can do more at this point. I cracked a couple ribs when I fell from my horse and you sacrificed your arm to save me. Just hold on for a few minutes. I will get you out of here. Don't fall asleep!" Rambrecht-"I.. I will try." Hernfelk tied Rambrecht on the saddle and rode away from the walls. As he was riding away from the battlefield, he could see Overlord rampaging through the archers with his daimons.