Daubeny Family/Marcus/The Second Great Battle of Avengmil

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Second Great Battle of Avengmil

Marcus had arrived just at sundown, he had taken a short break to drink some Daubeny reserve from his flask, he looked over his battle plans, sharpening his sword whilst he did, he didn’t like his chances but Obeah damm him if he wasn’t going to try.

He stood and left the command tent, good strong walls stood between him and the enemy, though he would rather be defending the stone walls of Athol Magos he knew he couldn’t allow the enemy to connect their forces, the Motte and Bailey was better then nothing.

The moat prevented the enemy form attacking anyway but across the bridge, which was good, and if they needed to they could pull back to the keep and break the flying bridge, meaning they would have to climb the scarp, which he had a trench dug around filled with spikes.

He saw them on the horizon so sure of their victory, Marcus would ensure their grins would disappear. He grabbed the banner of Obia’Syela he had brought and stabbed it into the ground.

He marched up onto the walls, contingents of Archers forming behind him and his men, they raised their shields and prepared for what was coming next, Marcus drew Dawnbreaker, the Daubeny family sword, it would be crimson with blood before this was over. ` Marcus looked to his right was Ferdinand and on his left was Ellen, he knew further along the wall was Boltgan, Beric and Tom each and everyone of them ready to hold their ground, the enemy beat their wardrums and waved their banners, blew their horns as if a little music would scare them, “HOLD AND AIM, WAIT FOR THEM TO GET CLOSER!!!”

Once the enemy got within range Marcus cried out, “LOOSE!!!”

A flurry of arrows rained down on the attackers killing many enemies, Marcus grinned beneath his helmet, “FIRE AT WILL!!!” He ordered as the archers continued to rain down on the attackers.

The enemy archers got within range and began to rain thousands of arrows upon the men on the walls, answered by hundreds back, many found their mark and Marcus called out “STAND YOUR GROUND, THROW THEM BACK”

Marcus saw Ellen loose an arrow which caught the familiar frame of Virgil Nowack, Marcus sighed, hoping Virgil lived, he was a good man. ` Arrows rained back and forth as the enemy pushed siege towers and ladders towards the walls, Marcus turned back to the warriors behind him. “STAND READY HERE WE GO”

Marcus looked up and saw a shadow fall down on the wall, the enemy siege engines had reached the walls, they were soon on the walls, “FIGHT!!!” Marcus ordered as the Dwilight Daubeny Reserve and Grehkian Centuria engaged the enemy to buy the archers more time.

Marcus swung his sword and cleaved a Novan in twine, he swung beheading a monster, he spun and cleaves the arm off a Valeman, his movements were like a bloody dance, each step and strike brought death, Marcus fought furiously, not allowing any to escape him alive. ` Marcus saw Ellen get stuck by an enemy, he pushed his way over and swung down at the enemy warrior, he took the warrior’s head off and looked at the wounded Countess, he checked her, she was alive and breathing but she was out of the fight. Marcus turned and went back to the battle. But not before shout “GET HER OUT OF HERE!!!”,.

No sooner did Marcus feel a sharp pain in his shoulder as an arrow had dug deep into his flesh. Moaning in pain Marcus pulled the arrow out and returned to the fight.

Marcus engages the enemy at the wall, a sword dug deep into his side, he pulled the attacker up off the ladder by their throat, he tossed them off the wall before collapsing to his knees, he coughed blood and stood up to keep fighting.

Marcus saw the Grehkian Centuria break from combat and flee, he shouted for them to return to fight but to no avail, he sighed and began ordering other soldier’s into the gap “HOLD THE LINE!!!” He couldn’t blame them, they had taken a beating, live another day he thought, live another day. ' “SIRE, WE ARE OVERCOME!!!”

Marcus looked to his soldier only to see they were already dead, a arrow having just struck them in their throat. Marcus shook his head and saw as many of his soldiers were dead or dying “FALL BACK!!!, FALL BACK!!!” The men began to pull back, trying to escape the enemy, Marcus shouted to his own unit “HOLD YOUR GROUND, WE MUST BUY THEM TIME!!!”

Marcus felt a sharp pain in his chest a a sword had pierced his chest, he cough and stepped back, the blade coming out of him as he did so, he pulled his helmet off, to try and draw in breath, he fell over, he looked up and saw a enemy standing over him triumphantly, Marcus stabbed his blade into the man’s neck.

He looked around, no one was running to help him, oh well, Marcus knew the wound was lethal, he felt tears gather on his eyes, he coughed, delirious Marcus spoke as if his friends were with him, '

“Jheda, I wish we could of gone hunting, I miss you.” 

He coughed up more blood, he drew in breath deeply

“Kethan, I finally did it, I cast a spell, I didn’t fail you after all, I wish you were here”

A cold stab of pain went through him as he coughed again

“Ferdinand, Lord, I tried, I am sorry I couldn’t do more, Thank you, for everything”

Marcus looked at the sun as it was setting, filling the sky with purple and orange.

“Vahanian, thank you, for trusting me, thank you for helping me learn to be me”

He breathed in deeply again, tears running freely down his face.

“Antonia, be safe, keep fighting, you were a good friend”

He closed his eyes and sobbed

“Oracle, Rania, I am sorry I never completed your plan for me, I hope when you return you make this right”

He coughed and felt numb, despite his closed eyes he saw a light

“Dancer, I forgive you, I will see you in hell”

He could see the light getting brighter

“Mother, Sister, I am finally going to see you again”

Marcus’ last words also carried his last breath.

And so, Marcus was dead.