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Post by Oya on Jul 9, 2015 18:05:24 GMT -6
As Charlemagne prepared to give the units there marching orders Oya retreated back to his personal tent. As he said before he did not like the idea of Willow going into battle by herself. It was ok for him to risk his life so willy nilly, but Willow was his wife. Oya could not take the risk, he could not allow the risk. That is why he gave Hugo the bow. He knew the weapon would aid him in keeping the enemy off his wife, but that was not enough for Oya. He needed to be sure Willow was safe. As his mother use to say if you want something done right do it yourself. Digging into the chest of supplies Oya brought with him along the campaign Oya pulled out a old Bernesse infantry helmet. Oya had repainted it a few weeks ago. He had plans for it later in this war, but it seemed he was going to need it now. Placing the helmet on Oya made himself look like the standard infantry. His white armor blended in with the Eturian volunteer forces that came along with them. Leaving his signature axe behind Oya joined the ranks of the devoted as they prepared to invade the bandit controlled fort.
"Dozen Devoted", chuckled Oya as he heard the name of Willow's special unit. It sounded like her. She always looked toward the saint for motivation and inspiration. Oya himself could care less though he made more of a effort to try and become a more devout believer. To be truthful it was not really in him, but he loved Willow so he put forth the effort. With nothing but a iron axe and a iron bow Oya moved into the ranks that would make the ladder climb next to Willows. Oya wanted to be sure he was the first one up. If you were in the middle you were at the mercy of those ahead of you and if you where at the bottom you were pretty much out of the fight. Oya needed to be in the fight, but he did not trust the skill of the green recruits that where going to be next to him. So Oya had to be first. It was the most dangerous position, but it was the only one he could man with confidence.
"Alright attack", shouted Charlemagne as he signaled for the ladder brigades to rush forward. As they charged toward the wall Charlemagne called forth the battering ram. However Oya had placed the man in charge and as a result it was up to him to decided how the resources where used. Seeing a opportunity to show his skills Charlemagne called forth one of the few catapults used by the force. He specifically left out the trebuchet as there power was too great. Following his order the catapult was armed with a sand bag and then lunched toward the structure. The aim was to hit the door with the bag before they placed on real ammunition.
As Charlemagne did his thing Oya rushed forward with the green recruits. The bandits, seeing there home under attack began to fight back with everything they had. Hand axes and arrows filled the air as the bandits fired down from the walls. To Oya's great surprise a bolder flew over the castle wall and slammed into some of the charging men. "They have a catapult", shouted Oya to the men surrounding him.
"Holy crap we are going to die", spoke one of the recruits as they pushed forward with the ladder.
"Shut up we are not going to die", spoke the man behind him. "We are only dead if we stop. We need to get this ladder up and stop the enemy from firing that thing.
"Speaking of which who is going first", spoke the man behind the other guy. Oya could barely hear him over the sound of the battle, but he made out enough to get what he was saying.
"I am", shouted Oya catching the others by surprise. "I am going first and there will be no complaints."
"You got guts small fry", spoke the man in the middle.
"First up first to die", spoke the man behind him.
"Shut up and prepare the ladder", spoke Oya as they reached close enough to plant the wooden structure. "Hey hold putting the ladder up for a moment", spoke Oya as the man placed one end of the ladder down. The Warrior had a plan, but it was as crazy as crazy gets. As they pushed the ladder toward the wall Oya jumped onto it midway. As the top of the ladder smashed against the brick wall Oya was already half way up it. Quickly the Warrior began to make his ascension to the top of the walls. He needed to get up there before the bandits moved to kill him or Willow reaches it on her side. At this point Oya did not worry about them pushing it off. The weight of the men behind them would stop that. All he really need to do is make sure they did not break a few pegs or pour oil down it, though Oya was sure they did not have hot oil.
As Oya climbed his ears were filled with the sound of agony. On the ladder next to them Oya saw a man falling to his death while holding his face screaming in pain. "Oil", spoke Oya in terror as he looked up the ladder. A few of the brigands where moving over to his ladder to do the same thing. "You got to be F#$%ing with me", shouted Oya as he reached into his back pocket and drew his hand axe. Toss the axe with all the strength he had Oya hit the side of the man carrying the oil pot. It did not kill the man, but threw him off balance. This caused him to stumble and loss control of the hot pot he was carrying. The sound of horror and burns filled the air as Oya could only guess the liquid fell on the man next to him. As Oya reached the top of the ladder he was greeted by a man swinging his axe. This was the difficult part of the assault.
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Post by Willow on Jul 9, 2015 18:51:01 GMT -6
"Alright attack!"
The men charged forward, and Willow shot to one of the side walls, smiling as her men slammed a ladder against the wall and began to climb. They were the first ladder against the wall, and the first man charged. His sword was on his back, and his eyes were determined - he was a Devoted.
Then a boulder soared overhead. Willow shook her head - the encamped brigands had some old tools of war. No way to adjust their main plan - they just had to charge faster and harder now.
"Charge!"
A golden glow suffused the men, and they put on a small burst of speed, scrambling up the ladder like apes and swinging up to form a defensive position on the top of the wall. As Willow prepared to climb, suddenly there was a yell, and one of the Devoted flew over the wall, his lance skewered through a burly brigand holding a jar.
The bodies smashed into the ground, and the hot oil splashed out. Willow's eyes widened.
"Hot oil? Elimine damn them! CHARGE!"
The Valkyrie grabbed the rungs of the ladder and climbed like a madwoman, her arms and legs moving in machinelike unison until she swung herself over the edge and onto the battlement.
"ST. ELIMINE, GUIDE MY POWER!"
Willow punched her fist, glowing with light energy, into a nearby brigand, sending him stumbling back. The circle of Devoted closed around her, and it was then that she noticed exactly how exposed they were. There were no more than a half dozen soldiers up here... She had to stall the opponent for a little. And fast.
"Oh Blessed Saint, let your light shine forth!"
Willow pushed herself to the edge of the circle and held her palms up, grimacing as the energy pulsed from her soul and burst forth outward in a sphere of crackling golden power. It hummed, expanding quickly and then accelerating back until the power massed together over Willow's head and burst into a huge cloud of golden sparks that fluttered down. These were harmless to bandit and soldier alike, but the real damage came from the wave that preceded them - to each enemy, the sparks seemed like divine justice raining down. They cowered in fear, as if Willow was the Blessed Saint herself, and the men took advantage of that, attacking viciously and expanding the circle so that more soldiers might join them.
Willow found herself next to a man in white armor with a helmet - undoubtedly a grunt who had been unlucky. But he was lucky now - she was there to protect him!
"Chin up, soldier! We're going to win this, and I'll do all I can to ensure our glorious success! Fight on, fight on!"
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Post by Hugo on Jul 10, 2015 17:53:26 GMT -6
"Charge!" Hugo heard the words come out of Lady Willow's mouth and he yelled it out to his men. The archers marched into position, they were a few paces behind the main calvary. As the solider's started to scramble up the walls a few of them were dropping right back down. Hugo looked up and saw that the enemy were using hot oil as a means to deter those who were trying to place and climb ladders.
"Pick off the people with the oil!" He commanded. While he shot down a man who was carrying a pot of oil, the screams of the gentleman filled the air. Hugo paid it no attention and continued to fire more arrows. The new bow he received was working wonders. Lady Willow's magic seemed to inspire the troops to do their best. She rained down light magic upon the enemy in a brilliant orbs of golden lights.
"Archer's keep providing support! You two follow me." He signaled two of the closest archers near him.
"I will clear you a path to the ladders. Once there you can begin shooting the enemy from above." He shouted to them before he switched his weapon. He placed the brave bow upon his back and grabbed his axe from it's holster. He and began making his way up the ladder. The archers provided Hugo with support as the warrior made his way up the ladders onto the wall. He swung his axe into the head of first bandit that intercepted him. Lady Willow seemed to be holding her own on one side of the wall. Hugo started to clear another end of the wall. This gave their troops a gap in between the walls for them to safely head up. Hugo signaled for the two other archers to climb up. Once on the wall the two archers began picking off bandits on the opposite end of the fort. They were picking off and crippling units before they had a chance to engage Lady Willow or Hugo. Hugo began to push forward carving a path so more of their troops can begin making their accent up the ladders.
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Post by Oya on Jul 12, 2015 18:41:13 GMT -6
"My godess has arived", spoke Oya under his breath as Willow pulled him out the fire. Here he was coming up here to try and protect her, but it seemed that she was the one aiding him. Though he did take down the first oil pot so he could say he aided, but that mattered little. What mattered now was the battle. Pulling himself up the ladder Oya drew out a battle axe. Normally he fought with twin axes and used the devastating duo to rip his enemies apart, but at the moment it would be unwise to use them. He did not want Willow recognizing him so instead of using his normal battle gear Oya had switched to using his a battle axe. He had experience using it in battle before so he was not in any major disadvantage. However he preferred to use twin axes for there speed and adaptability.
As Oya ran along the wall joining in the fight with Willow's devoted he saw another catapult shot lunch over his head. The young warrior looked down to see the bandits trying to load another shot. It was clear to him that letting them fire that thing so willy nilly was going to cause serious damage to his forces. Oya wanted to come out of this with little casualties as possible.
"Hey you all", spoke Oya taking control of the men that climbed up the ladder with him. In his disguise Oya had no rank or any respectful position, but the warrior was so use to a leadership position he started to bark out orders anyway. "See the catapult over there", he spoke as he pointed the battle axe toward it. "We need too...", before Oya could finish speaking he felt a loud boom rippled though the air. Charlemagne had lunched the first of his true stones at the front door. The blow sent out a fearsome sound, but did little to the massive walls. However the noise had blocked out Oya's words and raised his concern. "They are firing the catapults", spoke Oya as he looked over the wall toward the main camp. He was sure he told them to hold them back. "D@#$", spoke Oya as he turned away and turned back toward the battle toward the wall. "I thought I said no catapults", spoke Oya.
"No one cares what you think grunt", spoke a man as he pushed Oya forward. "Move into battle and join the fight to control the walls", spoke the man as he pushed Oya toward the line.
"Negative", spoke Oya as he pushed the man's hand aside. He remembered he was in disguise and quickly came up with a excuse for his insubordination. "Commander Oya gave us special orders to take out the catapult."
"Catapult", spoke One man, but as he moved his mouth to speak a arrow hit the man in the neck.
"Holy crap", shouted one soldier as he raised his shield and turned toward the brigand. A brigand archer was pulling back on his bow trying to take out the men at arms on the wall.
"I got it", spoke Oya as he pulled back on his iron bow and fired a arrow in the direction of the man. Oya was not good enough to hit somebody in the neck or weakpoints in there armor, but he was good enough to hit you down center mass. Oya's arrow hit like a bolt of lighting burying itself inside the pit of the man's stomach. The blow was not fetal, yet, but it would put the man out of commission for a few. In the long run that soldier was practically dead. That arrow probably opened his bowls and caused his insides to become septic. Oya gave him a day that the greatest.
"We need to get down to the catapult", spoke Oya as he turned toward the other men. "You all have grappling hooks right", spoke Oya as he looked at them. A few of them had hooks, well the really green ones. Anybody with a lick of training did not bother to carry it. It would do them little good normally, but now it worked perfect.
"Right", spoke Oya as he grabbed a hook and attached it to a stone. He then slid down the rope and hit the next level of the wall. Only one level below and in the middle of the court yard was the catapult. As Oya moved to engage enemy archers turned there fire toward him. The warrior however was able to take shelter behind the second layer of the barricade on the wall, but a few of the men who followed him where not so lucky.
"Hey somebody give us some cover fire", shouted Oya as he pulled back on his bow and fired a arrow toward one of them shooting at him. Like the first arrow it hit center mass, but this time it was up higher. The arrow found itself a nice place in the man's lungs and sent him falling over from the balcony and slamming into the ground.
"One down", spoke Oya as arrow suddenly slammed into his shoulder armor knocking him to the ground.
"There they are kill them", spoke some brigands as they rushed out a nearby door and moved to engage the soldiers on the second level.
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Post by Willow on Jul 15, 2015 9:11:37 GMT -6
Willow watched as the grunt gave some commanding words to the others. He sounded... Oddly familiar. But that was not something to be dealt with right now. She needed to support those soldiers moving towards the catapult. But how best to support them? Her presence was needed here on the wall, helping the soldiers who were slowly but surely expanding their position and allowing others to fill in the perimeter.
"Oh Blessed Saint - protect those around me. Give them strength and courage. Give them resolve, and energy!"
The Valkyrie raised her hands, and golden 'liquid' poured out like a fountain, splashing over the invaders around her and then tumbling over the wall, splashing and pooling around Oya and the men with him before sizzling and 'evaporating' away.
Willow fell to her knees, catching her breath, as one of the Devoted stepped in to protect her as she sat, slowing her breathing. She needed to watch herself, especially with these wide-range Luce casts. She was not a fountain of unlimited energy, as convenient as that would be.
But indeed - the men touched by her deluge of power felt themselves renewed, restored, invigorated. Their bodies remained in the exact physical conditions they were in, but their souls leaped like baby rabbits in a field of daisies and daffodils. They undoubtedly would feel refreshed and fight harder.
The Devoted in front of her suddenly hunched over, and arrow in his arm. His shield wobbled, but Willow was there, ripping the arrow free and then crouching over him with a staff, mumbling as blue light sealed the wound and set to work rejuvenating his flesh and prompting it to grow again.
"Stay to the back, soldier. You've done well - now let yourself heal."
This battle was fierce, but their side had numbers and resolve as allies. They had to just keep up the pace.
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Post by Hugo on Jul 17, 2015 9:45:53 GMT -6
"You guys cover them with your arrows. I will deal ones charging at us." Hugo commanded. The other archers were now making their way up providing more cover fire for the group. Each archer made their way up and began shooting off at the enemy archers. Causing them to disrupt enemy access to the catapult. Hopefully that should buy them enough time for the rest of the forces to grapple down. More bandits started to make their way up towards them through the stairs. Hugo had a wicked grin on his face as he brandished his axe.
The Old warrior began to cut down the bandits with ease. His years of training, fighting, killing, started to show as he parried an axe with his axe, and slammed the blade into the gut of the opposing man. Few of his archer squadron started to fire arrows weakening those that were coming. Blood splattered on his face as cleared out the bandits and giving his people a chance to breathe. He pressed forward, another solider stepped up to join him. Together they started to clear a path out towards stairs. The army was advancing into the heart of the fort now. With the other solider acting as defense for Hugo, blocking the way between him and the remaining bandits. Hugo pulled out his new bow and began picking off the enemy one by one. His support provided the others enough time and space so that the rest of the group could advance towards the catapult.
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Post by Oya on Jul 19, 2015 17:31:01 GMT -6
"Alright we need to wait till we can find a gap in there formation", spoke Oya as he commanded his men. They where keen to simply wait till the brigands moved into striking range rather than deal with the arrows. However a golden aura washed over him and the soldiers and suddenly there fighting spirits where lifted. Oya knew what it was. He had seen the magic, but he could not resist its affects. His mind told him that it would be wiser to wait, but his spirit told him to charge. In the end his spirit overpowered the logic in his mind and the warrior rose up to lead his men. "Alright we are going to charge the brigands now", shouted Oya to the men who where around him. With vigor and courage Oya charged forward toward the brigands that moved to engage them. Lucky for him the men up top fired down some arrows which distracted the enemy archers. It was now man on man and Oya was ready for a fight.
As the warrior charged in with his twin axes he was greeted with a far thicker battle axe. The brigand swung with brutish power as he attempted to crack open Oya's ivory helm. However Oya was of swift of foot. As the man brought down his axe Oya suddenly dashed to the side dodging the axe. The man quickly tried to turn and swing to the right, but Oya had already gotten in. Using his first axe Oya cleaved his risk stopping any attempt at a swing and then used his second axe to slash his right elbow. The combination of blows caused the man to drop his weapon and Oya finished him off with a shot to the jaw. "Quickly to the catapult boys", shouted Oya to the men behind them. They where just as motivated as Oya and had finished off the shirtless barbarians who had charged them.
Oya sent the other soldiers rushing to take the catapult. While they where moving to assault the enemy Oya had a brilliant idea. Pulling a torch out of his pocket Oya used the enemy axe to start a small fire. He then tied the torch onto a arrow and pulled back on his bow. Pulling the back to its full length Oya shot the fire arrow toward the enemy oil pots. The arrow hit like a bolt of lightning setting the first oil pot on fire causing the others to go up as well. His attack no only stopped the bandits from firing the catapult but also set the men working it on fire. "Shovel up that dirt and put out that fire", shouted Oya to the man who where fighting the brigands. With no intention of stopping here Oya moved to what he considered to be the next major target, the front gate.
"You guys follow me", spoke Oya to the new men who had roped down. Turning right and moving under a walk way Oya moved toward the front of the fortress. He knew if he could get the gate open thy would have won the battle. However he was moving into the most defended section of the fortress. The brigands has centered the majority of there troops at the gate trying to keep it from being opened. A few of the men where moving on the walls to assult it from above, but Oya and his troop where going to attack on the ground level. "Hold", spoke Oya as he closed his fist to signal them to stop. Oya did not want to turn the corner yet. A sudden booming sound however caught him off guard and made him jump a bit. Looking around the corner Oya saw at least thirty or so Brigands surrounding the gate. A few of them where hiding behind things as catapult stones slammed into the wooden gate. The harden wood was already on fire and now it was being bombarded by stones. It would not be long before it gave way and the battle would be brought to the brigands.
"Alright lads", spoke a man with a eye patch as he began to give a speech. Oya could only guess that he was the leader of this band of men. Oya had to give him props for raising a force up this size. It was only bad luck that Oya and him crossed paths. Pulling back on his bow Oya prepared to take a shot at the man. "Once I release this arrow charge", spoke Oya to his men. "Don't worry about the overwhelming numbers. Once we start a fight down here our boys on the wall will bail us out", spoke Oya. He was only truly guessing, but he totally believed it. Without another word Oya let go of the string on his bow. The arrow flew from his hand and found a place inside the burly man's arm.
"For Pillage and Plunder", shouted Oya as he drew one of his axes and charged into the courtyard. He was soon followed by the rest of his infantry. It was fifteen against thirty, but you could practically smell the fear in the air as the mercenaries tore into the brigands. At the moment of there clashing a stone broke through the wall and the sound of the horde outside could be heard in the keep.
"Alright boys bring me the enemy commanders head", shouted Charlemagne as he pointed his axe toward the fortress. From the back of his horse he watched as the men swarmed inside like ants. He was sure that Oya would be pleased with his work, but to his dismay he did not see the commander on the battlefield. He was sure Oya would be watching from his tent, but it was not so.
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Post by Hugo on Jul 29, 2015 15:20:01 GMT -6
Hugo continued to cut through the bandits with his axe like a hot knife did through butter. Soon the army would have the fort, it was only a matter of time before one of the gates broke and the infantry went in. The bright lights of Lady Willow's magic invigorated him and he soon found himself in a small pit of his fellow army men simply killing the bandits that remained. There was a large crash from the main gate. Hugo knew the massive wooden doors were already on fire and judging from the sounds of it had finally broken. Good. One warrior clad in armor shot an arrow towards what he could see was the boss of the bandits. The arrow hit the boss right in the arm. It was a good shot. For now though Hugo would let his fellow army men do the killing, his main goal was to ensure Lady Willow's safety. Rather then go and hog glory for himself in the final fight he pulled back and remained closer to Lady Willow. Again he drew his bow out and picked off any of the last few bandits for those in the last final charge to finish.
His arrows flew through the wind like bolts of lighting in the sky. Each one packed an impressive amount of force between them. With those arrows he aimed for the joints of the remaining bandits while the others went for the kill. Remember support. Support. We are the support. He mentally repeated to himself. He fought off the wave of courage wished to take control of him and do something fool hardy.
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Post by Oya on Jul 29, 2015 20:23:58 GMT -6
With the gate taken down and the army rushing in the battle was all but won. However the brigands where not surrendering. They where fighting to there last. The very notion perplexed Oya till he saw there leader in battle. Even with that arrow wound Oya put in his arm the man was swinging his weapon like a beast. With a single blow he was cleaving through Oya's men like they where untrained novices. "Come on you dogs", he shouted as he began to rally his men. "Any of you cowards what to face off against Bazuso. My axe will cleave you into two and make your wives widows!" His words brought fear unto the men and rallied the brigands surrounding him. It was clear that victory would sound be Oya's but the bandit chief was cleaving through a lot of his good men. If he continued the casualties for this mission would surely rise above anything Oya desired. There was only one option available to him.
"Out of the way", shouted Oya as he pushed through his own soldiers and made his way through the ranks. There where a few brigands in his path, but they did not matter to Oya. The moment he had Bazuso's eyes on him he knew he could bypass them with little threat. "I challenge you", shouted Oya as he pushed his way to the front of the lines. His words grabbed the ear of the bandit leader as he turned to see what he considered to be a boy challenging him to a fight.
"You challenge me boy", he spoke as he looked at Oya. The man was about a foot or two taller than Oya and had the advantage in width. From anyone else eyes it was clear that the big man had the advantage, but yet this boy was challenging him to battle. "Boy go home to your mother before you loss your head. Come back in ten years are so", he spoke. Oya's challenge had taken over the court yard and caused the fighting to stop for a moment. Everyone's' eyes where on him as he stepped forward to press his challenge.
"Are you scared to fight", spoke oya as he walked toward the man. The warrior pulled out his twin axes and took a stance he used often when he was just a pirate.
"Twin axes", spoke the man as he looked at Oya. A evil smile crossed his face as he remembered the days in his past. "Fine then boy, but don't come crying to me when you loss your head", he shouted as he charged forward and swung his massive axe. The attack came horizontally. It was clear he wanted to prevent Oya from dodging to the side and probably already planned for the warrior to jump back to make space. However Oya, being Oya, did not do as he thought he would. As the man swung Oya rushed forward and ducked. Using his moment Oya turned his duck into a slide moving under the attacking Beserker's axe. Seeing a opening Oya struck with his right axe toward the man's leg. The blow cut the top of his thigh as Oya moved out of range of his axe.
"D#$%", shouted the Beserker as he put his hand on the wound. It was a good cut, but not too deep. The disadvantage of using a slicing attack instead of a hacking one, but Oya was sure would get another shot. "Well you have some skill runt", he spoke as he rushed forward. His assault caught Oya off guard as he thought the would would keep him from moving around so fast. The young warrior of the sea had forgotten about the skill of the beserker. Pain was nothing to them.
Catching Oya off guard he swung his axe attempting to take off Oya's head. The berserker's axe narrowly missed. Instead of getting Oya's head the blade of the axe chipped into the white helmet. The force of the blow on the helm snapped the straps on the helm sending it flying into the crowd of soldiers. To the great surprise of everyone watching there commander was revealed as the fearsome soldier that pressed his way to the gates. However they did not have time to express there surprise as the battle raged on.
"Son of a B#$%", spoke Oya as he whipped some blood from his face. It seemed a bit of the blade had cut some of Oya's skin. The warrior was mad now. The beserker was saying something, but Oya was not paying attention. Instead he simply rushed in to attack. The burly man made adjustments. He was not going to let Oya slip under his axe a second time. As he swung Oya tossed his right twin axe. The blade flew through the air and slammed right into the man's last remaining eye.
"My eye", he shouted as he instinctively canceled his swing and moved his left hand up to his face. Oya taking advantage of the opportunity rushed in and struck at the man's right ancle. The axe shopped into his flesh causing his leg to buckle and him to fall over. The moment his knee touched the ground Oya rushed in to take his head off with his axe. However the young general's assult was canceled as a arrow flew from the ramparts and struck him in the eye.
"For Bazuso", shouted a voice from above. The wound caused Oya to scream in agon and give away his position to the blinded man. "Hack him into a thousand pieces", shouted Oya as he looked up and pointed toward the man. Oya then pulled the arrow from his eye and ate the eyeball. "Filthy sacaen garbage", spoke Oya as he turned back toward the wounded bandit chief. In that split second Oya saw the burly man's body flying through the air as he swung with his axe. Swiftly Oya turned his body and took a step backwards. The axe missed Oya's head, but cut deep into Oya's armor. The axe head shot off sparks as it cut into the metal.
"Son of a B#$%", shouted Oya as he moved a safe distance from the Beserker. It was clear that Oya was now ticked off. The burly man began to swing wildly in Oya's direction. However the warrior was no longer playing around. As the man swung his axe to the right Oya ducked under it and attacked on his left. Stabbing his right axe into the man's rib cage Oya brought the beserker down to his knees. However that was not enough for the now enraged Oya. With his open hand Oya smashed his fist into the beserker's jaw sending him onto his side on the ground. The man tried to rear back up and swing with his axe, but Oya gave powerful kick to his chest to knock him back down.
"Enough of you old man", spoke Oya with anger and rage as he rushed over and stumped onto the brigand's axe hand. He then ripped the axe he planted in the man's eye out slammed it into his skull. The burly brigan's entire body shook for a moment, bue ceased as Oya pulled the blade out. "Rot in hell", spoke Oya as he spit on his corspe. He then put his right hand over his eye and turned toward his men. "Kill them all", spoke Oya as he began to walk away. The brigands attempted to defend themselves, but they did not stand a chance. The sound of anguish and pain filled the air as the Eturian Mercenary Army eradicated the bandits to the last man.
"Good work Charlemagne", spoke Oya as he walked past his commander. He placed his hand on his shoulder and walked away toward his medical tent. "Send for Willow", spoke Oya to one of his soldiers. Oya had enough of war for one day.
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Post by Willow on Aug 3, 2015 14:54:06 GMT -6
The battle dissolved into a blur of action and motion as Willow provided support, sending down bolts of golden light as the troops smashed through the enemies and won a convincing and total victory. The Valkyrie, helped by her Dozen Devoted, stumbled back to Storm and rode to the camp, where she collapsed onto a barrel to rest briefly. Then the word came that Oya had summoned her from the medical tent, and she flew as if given wings to his side, ignoring all exhaustion as she sprinted over and arrived panting.
The sight was one that chilled her blood - her husband stood without an eye, his body pale and swaying on his feet. The Valkyrie immediately sprang into action, barking out orders and drawing her staff out as she moved over to Oya, a prisoner of war standing beside her, held by two burly soldiers.
"Stay still, Oya. I will heal you."
The Valkyrie nodded and the two soldiers knocked the prisoner out. With the utmost care, Willow bent and removed the prisoner's eye with a long-bladed knife, gingerly taking the Sacaean eyeball and inserting it into the hole in her husband's head. She waved her staff, and blue magic enveloped it for a moment, then left, revealing the same scene as before. The eyeball had been rejected by Oya's body, and so had melted under the strain of her magic.
With no other options, Willow looked at her husband, her voice shaking.
"What shall I do... Perhaps one of the Devoted's eyes would work better?"
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Post by Hugo on Aug 4, 2015 8:46:57 GMT -6
The battle was over after a few more rounds of fighting. The commanders began rallying the men and occupying the fort. Tonight would be a small victory tomorrow the repairs to the damages the battle had caused. With his job finished Hugo and the small squadron of archers retired to their camp. Hugo rallied his small band of soldiers and gave them a bit of a speech.
"Congratulations people, we have survived and claimed victory. But do not get too cocky, this is the just the first battle in this campaign. The rest of this war will continue to test your ability to survive. I could say something sappy.. that you will be training with each other and building bonds. But in war, advice such as this is BullS*it." He glanced around at all of the faces. Some of his band of archers were new. He could see the look of shock in their young faces. Others were veterans such as himself. Some were indifferent, but he knew each man and woman in his band were tired and exhausted souls.
"If you die it is unfortunate but the war marches on with out you. If you get reassigned then you get reassigned. But if tomorrow I wake up and learn you are all still under my command. Then I will train you. Prepare you for the reality of war. Teach you to survive. As traumatic as this battle was for you today it is nothing for what is to come to pass." He paused for a moment.
"Alright. Dismissed." The small band of archers left his tent. He hoped that they would be under his control by tomorrow. They did well for their first victory. He wasn't going to tell them that. Over confidence leads to mistakes mistakes lead to death. After a while he learned of the news that the Commander had been injured in battle. And that it seems that he had lost an eye. He made small talk with a few of the other men.
"Eye injuries are unfortunate. But completely survivable. His body is young and will heal well. He will adapt to life with out the one eye. Have faith, our commander will be back on the battlefield."
By nightfall the army was flooded with rumors and stories of all varieties. Hugo treated this night no differently then all his other nights. He spent the rest of the day light hours making himself useful. The warrior gave his report, ate a light dinner, trained a little bit, then retired to his tent for the night.
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
GAZE AT MEIN ROLLED SLEEVES, NOOBKOPF
Posts: 81
Sacae Fame: -1
Western Isles Fame: 1
Profession: Mercenary Marine
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Profile - Journal
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Oct 1, 2015 22:45:56 GMT -6
Pulling into the encampment late in the evening atop a spirited mare, Landrik stripped his helmet and combed his gloved hands through his damp blonde hair. Just behind him galloping into view of the torchlight were his men and the rest of the company. They had ridden to secure the roads leading East while the battle raged with a few close calls of enemy patrols seeking to break the siege, but nothing his men couldn't handle.
"Serdic, get the wounded to the field hospital. This much riding has done nothing but sharpen their pain. Do so with haste!" the soldier commanded, jutting his open palm towards one of the corners of the encampment like that of a knife.
"Landrik, I don't trust the Sacaens to want to break from combat just due to the night. We must keep a sturdy watch." Berg warned, heaving his weight off the saddle and adjusting the quiver on his belt. "We could run patrols..." the bearded man started, racking his mind of possible counter-measures.
"No, we'd be playing into their game. We've won our victory by light of day and will continue to do so. Keep them out of our encampment as well as our gains. The high ground is ours." Dietrich whipped with a sharp tongue, the adrenaline and strained nerves still making their appearance even this late. Taking a breath, he hooked his helmet to his belt and wiped his face of the traces of mud - a result of plenty of dust and sweat. "We'd do best to have our horses taken care of and allowed their rest. The campaign continues tomorrow whether we have the rest or not."
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Post by Oya on Oct 20, 2015 18:08:14 GMT -6
"Don't", spoke Oya to Willow as his wife attempted to fix that which could not be undone. It was just not possible. Eyes where custom made to the person and placing a new one into the spot would not allow Oya to see from it. It was a wound that Oya was just going to have to live with. Taking eyes from there own troops was not going to help the matter either. Oya was working hard to keep his image strong in front of the men. He did not want to destroy all of that by having Willow taking peoples eyes out. There was no quicker way to have your men mutiny and kill you in your sleep. Still Oya was going to have to make up for this in the field. His wounded eye made him look weak.
"Taking a eye from the faithful would only dirty the armies name", spoke Oya as he took out his hand axe and killed the unconscious prisoner. "Letting them know you attempted to replace my eye will look bad as well." Oya looked at one of the guards. "Dispose of the body and let no one know of what happened here." The warrior then touched the spot where his eye use to be. "I am just going to have to learn to deal without it. I made a mistake out there today and I payed for it. Thus is life and thus is war. We still have work to be done. We need to repair the fort and secure resources for the next step of our invasion. The sacaens are not simply going to sit around and let us be", spoke Oya as he walked over to his bag and pulled out a belt. It was a poor eye patch, but he was going to have to use what he had. The Warrior tied the leather strap over his eye socket and used the belt buckle as a eye patch.
After he had a moment Oya stopped and looked at Willow. "You know love makes us do cray things", spoke the pirate as he stared into her eyes. Oya could hardly believed he just said that. Willow was making him soft. If anything he needed to keep his edge on the battlefield. However he would allow himself to soften up behind close doors. "You know I went out there to make sure nothing happen to you. Pshaw, instead I simply got myself injured. Still I regret nothing about the decision", spoke Oya as he looked at his axes.
The next morning Oya called together his war council and they began to make plans on what to do next. [Thread End]
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