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FurirMorot
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 4:23 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The firts move of the battle belonged to him. He didn't recognize the flag of the enemy general, but he was going to be thought a lesson in human battle prowess. The opposing force was truelly a frightening sight. The white skin mixed with the pitchdark armours oozed malace, and hundreds of slaughtered Siman heads where stuck in pickes. He knew the strategy, it was supposed to scare the humans, and infuriate the Simans, and he was afraid that it might succed. Thus he turned to his soldiers and belowed a speech:
"Siman allies, he begun and low-Siman, we face a great foe today. They have pillaged your land, slaughtered your people. We all know, and we all intend to hold them acount for their crimes. I know that no Siman heart hold fear, that no Siman will hold back there anger from our foe! But do not let that anger rule you! Their is no pride in dying senseless, the pride lies in winning for your loved ones, and the road to victory lies in the our plan! I have no intention of defeating our enemy, I intend to crush them completely! So show restrained until ordered not to, and then let the full strengh of your wrath hit them!!!
As the Simans cheers lowered, he turned to humans:
"Brothers and sisters, let us prepare for battle. The Therak call us weak, they call us weakling, scared of anything. Let them know that there is no shame in willing to live. Let them know that that will has hardened us, made us to perfect the skill of warfare! Let them know that Darias most deadly foe is not a whiteskinned killer but man fighting for the life of his comrades in arm! I have trained and fought with you many years, and I know that you are the best soldiers in the world! Let them feel the dealyness of human training, of human steel and of human swordarms!!!
To battle, to glory, victory!!!
As the human battlecrie rose, he drew his sword. It was heavy blade, with a singel edge slightly curved. It was a Siman design, but made by human smith, a perfect symbol for the harmony between their races. He just hopped his soldiers didn't know that skills required for the perfect edge came from Theraks. With no more time for peptalks he turned to the bloody bussiness of the day!
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FurirMorot
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 4:34 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

His first move was to order his archer to release fire on marching enemy. The Siman archers, who all where huntsmen in their private life, had greater range than his foe's crossbows, and first vollies belonged to him. His tactic simple. As the rain of arrows fell on his enemy not many fell, therak armour was good, but it provoked the crossbows to march even faster, leaving the slower spears behind. Everytime the enemy's first line went to far ahead his cavalry chased them back, all while the Simans sustained their fire. If his enemy had kept his cool, he had realised that Morot was wasting his arrows without doing much damage, but cool wasn't something whiteskins where recognized for. Intead his enemy ordered his spears in front in order to drive back the cavalry. This strategy wouldn't have been that stupid, Therak crossbow men could fire over the heads of the friends, but as soon the spears moved forward, Morot raised to flags.
All of a sudden his two wings of light cavalry charged from the cover of the woods, heading straight for the unprotected crossbowmen. The distnce from the treeline and the enemy was allmost a mile, and it gave the enemy enough time to reorginize their defences, but that was all according to plan. As his hussars had covered half the distance he ordered his heavy cavalry to charge.
He couldn't see how Dram's force on the left was doing, nor how Valouars on right, as ho focused on his charge. The horses had been fitted with special wavy plates designed by him Lareal intended to reflect the broad Therak spears away from the horse's unprotected belly, and made short prayer thet the would work. After a two dunred yards, as the froce entered gallop he and rest of his force produced two of other of their inventions. It was metaltube with extemly strong spring, a gizmo they had taken from the citadels in the south, and it propelled a small metal bolt, who pierced any armour in up a hundred feet. As they fired there weapons, six hundreds bolts who struck their thousands of foes like a rain of steel bees, he drew upon his inner strengh. He almost imagnied how his soldiers where filled with his determination and he fought that he could see small glow comming from his flooedwave of swords and horses.
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 5:04 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

As he crushed upon his enemis, he felt a total calm fill him. The smell of human and Therak blood disapperad, the screams of dying horses, crying men and wounded whiteskins faded away. His heavy sword fell and fell, the small sharpened shield that all the Dragoons wore sliced his enemies open. The horses' plates had worked and the spearline was broken. As the second line of cavalry, his knights, struck, he pushed forward to the crossbows. As he reached his goal, he saw that his light riders had done their job. With the use of sabres and crossbows had they screened the spear flanks, keeping them from help their allies in middle. As his rage was emptied upon the poor middle force, everything happened. The enemy commander had at last realized what was happening, and ordered his main force to attack. At the same the Siman swords, dualist and merchant guards, started to slaughter the Therak front. Although Siman swordsmen could easely be defeated with a well cordinated force, where they extremely effiecent killers when it came to forces that where already broken. This ment it was his time for him and the rest of the heay cavalry to pull out and reorginze, while the hussars hunted the fleeing crossbowmen.
A few moments later he saw as victory completed itself. The enemy main infantry, armed with all sorts of nasty weapons, had been held up by their comrades, slain and alive alike, and insted of meeting the weak Simans where they greeted by the full charge of human elite infantry. As the forces crashed in each other, he ordered his cavalry to a last charge. Caught between the hammer of hooves and the anvil of pikes and halberds stood no chance, after an hour of fighting surrendered their wepons, and Morot won the first of the three victories that sould make him a legend.
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:03 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thus the hero, known through hundreds of legends in our violent world road on. He had but defeated one of his enemies, yet the greatest of feats remained to him. You have to see our hero. An old, almost broken, man. Leading a seeming hopless battle against the most fearful enemy in our realms. His brown hear flowing in the wind. Countless scars priding his face. A grizzled old warrior who once again leads is wartorn soldiers to battle. Who knows whats thoughts that raced through his mind as he once again prepared to fight, to kill. Whas he afraid, was scared? Did that malace known as uncerteinty take hold of his heart as he prepared his brave warriors for yet another challange? We will never know, but the result of this great commander echoes through the pages of history!
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