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Post by Oya on Dec 20, 2016 9:47:04 GMT -6
"So, lets see what these savages are made of", spoke Oya as his horse trotted across the grassland. Behind him was his entire force of pirate mercenaries. On his right flank was the volunteer forces for Eturia herself. The Knights and priest who decided they wanted to tag along with the mercenary army. On his left flank was the bulk of the mercenary force, those who joined up for coin. Guarding his rear was his cavalry. In between the three forces were caravans of supplies, shovels, wooden beams, and of course fire bombs. Oya was now on the war path and his goal was none other than the heart of Sacae itself, Bulgar.
A Few Days Before
"Alright listen up", spoke Oya as he sat around a round table filled with his most trusted commanders and loyal soldiers. The warrior had called a meeting to discus there current situation. Things were starting to take a turn for the worse now that they had lost the element of surprise. The saceans were starting to counter attack. If they remained idle they would be caught in a inescapable web. There forces were foreign to the land, which meant that they were at a disadvantage when it came to time. The longer they tried to hold up the more supplies they would have to use. The more supplies they used the weaker there force became. They would have to either live off the land or send soldiers back to the Holy Nation for more. Either of those two options would spell doom for there force. The saceans knew the land better and would pick there soldiers off one by one while they were attempting to forge for food. Running such a long supply line back to the holy land was unwise. The enemy could ambush there supplies and leave there force in a state of panic. Oya had already been doing both, but at a very minor scale. As I stated before, the sacens were starting to get organized.
"At the rate things are going in this war we are going to lose", spoke Oya. The commander had decided to be blunt with them. Whispers and comments filled the room, but oya silenced them with the raising of his hand. "At the rate of loss and drain on our supplies the saceans would over take us in less than a years time. That however is unacceptable. We need to gain the advantage and deliver a crippling blow to there forces."
"Then what do you suggest then", spoke Charlemagne. Charlemagne was never one to beat around the bush. He was blunt, straight forward, that was why Oya liked him so much. He never had to worry about ulterior motives with that one.
"I suggest a force march and a siege of Bulgar", spoke Oya. His words shattered the quite around the table and forced everyone to speak up.
"Hold on a second", spoke one commander. "Remember the last time you seiged ..."
"I", shouted oya dominating the voices in the room. "I did not siege the city of Heroes. Hargus did. That lump of reanimated flesh was as dumb as a rock. We had every advantage in that fight, but the fool sent his men into a charge toward the walls and as a result our force was devastated."
"Well then, what would you do differently then", spoke another leader.
"Simple, i would have starved them out."
"So are we going to starve Bulgar", spoke Charlemagne. "With the flaw in out own supplies looming over us that method might not be a effective stratagem."
"Of course",spoke Oya. "Trying to starve out Bulgar is as good of a idea as trying to fight Kenshin with a wooden stick. No I have not plans to starve out Bulgar, nor do I plan to actually siege the city."
"Wait what", spoke one man. "Then what ..."
"We are going to draw out the enemy", spoke Oya. "The saceans have won all there battles in sieges and in gorilla tactics. So we are going to change the battlefield. Our forces are trained to fight in close quarters. The saceans are trained to fight in a more open and free environment. We are going to take that knowledge and use it to our advantage. We shall use a potential invasion of Bulgar to draw them out and lure them to our battlefield. There we shall defeat them on our terms instead of theirs."
Present
"Commander", shouted a voice as a rider rushed up to Oya. "The site is up ahead", he spoke. A wolfish grin crossed Oya's face as a series of man made hills came into view. Before Oya sent his forces into a force march he had sent a hundred men ahead. With purpose and determination they had spent the last ten days digging out a series of complicated trench work. The dirt removed from the ground was used to make man made hills blocking the view of there work from prying eyes. It was Oya's perfect battlefield. One where he figured he could force the saceans to fight as he desired. However the maze of trenches would only work if his enemy took the bait.
"How far is Bulgar", spoke Oya.
"A full days march by foot, a quarter by horse back."
"Alright men get into position", shouted oya! The warrior placed on his generic looking white helmet and motioned to his followers to send forth the cavalry. It was time to set a trap.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 20, 2016 17:09:06 GMT -6
"The bastard thinks I'm a f*****g idiot." Selibas paced with heavy steps in his red cavalry boots, looking at the hills from around thirty yards away. "I fought real commanders in Bern. I won. I'm not some idiot who's about to give up the advantage." Surrounding him were his closest blood riders. They were silent, allowing their Khan to express his rage without interruption.
They were coming to siege Bulgar, but here they had entrenched themselves, tearing the earth of Sacae up to form defense for themselves. The hill was enough to slow an assault by a second, and Selibas would not give up his mobility. His army was suited for the Plain, and if they could move freely, they would level the enemy. He would not give up that advantage. The other advantage he had was the fact that they outnumbered the pirate by a sea of men. At the present, he had the Pirate surrounded in his little burrow. They had come to siege Bulgar, but now they were under siege in a prison of their own design.
An order had gone out, to every single Sacaen commander. If you moved, no one was coming to help you. They were closer to the enemy than ever before, and the Little Wolf could feel his men twitching in their saddles. A man who had torn their lives and their land asunder looked them in the face and prepared to spit. He would not blame anyone for failing to quell the fire inside them. He was having trouble himself.
Each of the eight Mingghan had made camp equidistant from each other, in a ring around the Etrurians. Besides Dale who stayed by his cousin's side, each Zuun was with his troops. They were prepared for battle, their arrows straight and their blades sharp. Selibas could feel the cold that always hung before a battle, the feeling he'd carried since he was thirteen. There were men younger than him in his army, and they would learn as he had what war was. It was bloody business that created destruction wherever it went, and today their goal was to contain that destruction.
"We'll starve them. Let them rot in their hill and crumble. They have their supplies with them, ours are all around us. We'll wait weeks if we have to." He wanted to pull his hair out. The Pirate was a monster, and that monster thought he was fool enough to give up a winning battle. It was the whole world's mindset towards Sacae. That they were savages, incapable of reason. They wanted their savages.
If they rode out, he would show them a savage.
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Post by Oya on Dec 20, 2016 21:58:11 GMT -6
"Alright men, lets go create some chaos", shouted Oya as he prepared to move his cavalry out. His advance however was halted when a messenger came running out of the encampment. His facial expression was grim and urgency filled his voice.
"Oya! Commander Oya", he shouted!
"Breath soldier", spoke Oya as the man arrived at the front of the cavalry line. His breaths were short and he looked as if he was going to pass out.
"But..."
"Breath", shouted Oya giving a finality to the situation. The man paused for a moment catch his breath. It was then that he delivered his message, a message so grim that it caused Oya to pull back his forces. After a brief moment to gather his commanders Oya meet his men inside of his command tent.
"What the #$%%^ is this", shouted Oya! The pirate was more than angry about there current situation. The report the scout had given them had also came with a miniature map. On the map it showed the locations where scouts had disappeared and vanished without reporting in. It also marked locations where they had seen the enemy and escaped with there lives. Following the reports and lack of reports the information was clear, Oya, and his force were surrounded.
"Our current state of affairs apparently", spoke Thomas as he stared at the paper. The information came to him first, but even now it was still shocking.
"How, in the world did this happen", spoke Charlemagne. "The bulk of the force just arrived..."
"But not the work force", spoke Furry as she brushed her crimson locks from front of her eyes. "They had been here for ten days. Clearly the enemy knew about them."
"And let us walk right into a ambush", spoke Oya.
"We were fools to think we could pull such a daring move off", spoke Thomas.
"Once again we have underestimated our enemy", spoke Charlemagne. In the back of his mind he wanted to challenge Oya's authority for this blunder. However this was not the time nor the place to do so. Doing so would only weaken them.
"So we are doomed then", spoke Furry as she grinned her teeth. She did not like these odds. They were not in there favor.
"Not exactly", spoke Charlemagne. "If we organize our men into a wedge formation we could break though there encirclement."
"Only to be hunted down by there much quicker and more mobile force", spoke Thomas.
"Then what", spoke Furry. "We just sit here till they decided to attack, or we run out of supplies and shrivel into nothing."
"Hold on a second", spoke Oya as he stared at the map. He had gotten there forces in this mess and he was the one who was going to get them out of it. "We can use this", he spoke.
"What", spoke Charlemagne as he stared into the excited eyes of there foolish commander.
"We can use this", spoke Oya as his mind began to rage. The enemy had them encircled that was true, but that did not mean they were defeated. "If the enemy has us encircled that means that there numbers are spread out", spoke Oya.
"They outnumber us", spoke Charlemagne.
"However that does not mean they are stronger than us", spoke Furry as she began to understand what Oya was getting at.
"I think I get it now", spoke Thomas.
"Well I don't", spoke Charlemagne.
"Simple", spoke Oya as he began to go over the plan that began to form in his head. "The enemy has us surrounded, but in doing so they have thinned out all of there forces while doing so. Not only that, but our enemy must maintain there own supply line. A supply line that has to be bigger than our own due to there larger size. Unless they plan on attacking us outright the enemy will be forced to forage for food. That means even less men on there patrols."
"So if we attack...", spoke Thomas.
"Then the enemy should be weak at those specific points", finished Furry.
"So then we escape", spoke Charlemagne.
"No", spoke oya.
"If we attempted that we will be cut down by there greater numbers and speed", spoke Thomas.
"So then what", spoke Charlemagne. He could not begin to grasp what Oya was planning.
"We need to bait them to fighting on our terms", spoke Oya. "In the open field we would be slaughtered. However in our encampment the enemy will be a great disadvantage. Thus the enemy will not advance, or they will risk losing a great portion of there troop strength. However we can not afford to simply sit around. We will starve to death if we take that path. What we need to do is to hit the enemy with our Cavalry."
"We overwhelm a single position", spoke Furry.
"And then retreat back to our encampment before they can successfully counter attack", spoke Thomas.
"I see", spoke Charlemagne as the plan started to come together inside of his head.
"We will make them fight our game", spoke Oya. "Furry prepare the cavalry to move out by late afternoon. We will use the setting sun as our mark."
"Understood", she spoke as she exited the tent to oversee her duties.
"Charlemagne", prepare the infantry just in case the enemy charges our location", spoke Oya.
"Understood", spoke the general as he exited the tent.
"Do you wish for me to begin to assemble them", spoke Thomas.
"No", spoke Oya as he understood what the man was talking about. "It is not time yet for use to use them. Instead I want you to check on our arrow supply and get the archers ready. If the enemy charges our location I want you all to rain arrows down on there lightly armored troops."
"We will rip thought them like wet paper", spoke Thomas as a evil smile crossed his face.
As the commanders exited the war tent Oya turned his attention toward himself. "Alright oya, you got us into this mess. Now for you to try to get us out of it."
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 23, 2016 13:48:43 GMT -6
Running the fingers on his left hand through his thick pine hair, he tugged on it a bit as he went. The world was ending all around him, and he was stuck here waiting. Bern was in shambles behind him, Kraft was still in Etruria ahead of him, and there were monsters and cultists on every side of him. Yet here was, waiting out the monster who had burned his lands and slaughtered his people. He had never had to face a force that stood even a chance, and now that force was here, and he was left hiding in his little fortress of churned up dirt. The pretty boy should have kept his ass on a boat way out at sea, far out of Selibas' reach. Now the Khan was so close to him, his fingers brushing him but the Pirate was safe til Selibas drew him out of the hills into the field. The second he was in Selibas' grasp, he would not wriggle out alive.
"His god told him to come here. She whispered in his ear to come and burn our children until we were broken. To get us to spit on the ancestors we pray to. In hundreds of years, she will still be the only one her people call for at night, while all of our names will be added to the spirits of a stronger Sacae." Khasar leaned forward on his saber. That was something that shocked Selibas, and showed how serious the wave of anger was through the camp. Even Khasar was taking the fight seriously, abandoning the swords he was less familiar with to take back up the Saber of Selibas' great uncle, a gift Khasar had received as a youth for proving his ability with the sword. It was symbolic of just how deadly everyone of Selibas' bloodriders planned to be once the fighting began. Hopefully they would keep the intent long, as long as it took for the Etrurian wretched to come crawling out of their little hole.
When Khasar leaned forward, he smiled, saying, "If we're saying Prayers, why don't you say one for old Elimine back in her golden land?" The bloodriders laughed at that, only a light chuckle. Khasar's jokes typically sent them to pieces, but today and the days before they had all been tense. Selibas didn't turn around but he angled his head slightly skyward. "F**k yourself b***h." The laugh that came was a good solid one, that ripped through them all. Their reaction caused Selibas' grim face to split, and he turned back at them with a grin. Dale was the first one finished laughing, and he kneed his horse, Uyeel, who began a slow trot. "I am heading back to my Mingghan now my Khan. If there is to be fighting today, let us all fight well." Selibas nodded, "Take care of yourself cousin."
Dale rode off, followed by Degasi and Tugtom. As he left, Bekter and Coke gave their Khan a farewell, and rode off followed by Sebutai and Burgui. Selibas rolled his head to either side. His anger had subsided at least a bit, but it began to creep back. He watched as his closest allies went to meet their units, and fell to a squat position. He began to run his fingers through the grass the same way he'd just done to his hair.
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Post by Oya on Dec 23, 2016 16:54:29 GMT -6
"Blow the war horn", spoke Oya as the sun reached it's high point. However none of Oya's forces moved a inch. The pirate commander was starting to place his plan together. The war horn was a vital piece and would play into his late stratagem. The next part of his plan came in the preparation of his cavalry. Under Oya's direct orders the men and women of the horse brigade, which is not there units real name, began to paint there armor dark blue. The replacement color would aid them in the coming attack that would take place after the sun had vanished from the sky. The saceans were far to skilled at archery to risk a day time assault. From the horses Oya moved to the next part of his plan. His axe men, probably the least effective of his army, were being prepared to move out by night fall. The horses were the more advantageous force. They could strike and get back before the enemy had the time to mobolize there entire force, but that would not draw the enemy in. Oya needed the enemy to attack there position. He needed for them to make the mistake. so he would send out some bait.
"Oya the defenses are set", spoke Thomas as he walked up to there orange hair leader. All of Oya's soldiers were in there planned positions. The archers were ready to fire at anyone who moved into the gaps between the eathen mounds and those foolish enough to try to climb it. The Knights, and heavy armored fighting held the narrow positions between the hills. If the enemy charged they would be stopped by there armor. The mercenaries and soldiers held the trenches. If they needed assistance at a corer, or if the enemy got inside they would be ready. The healers and magic users were being kept toward the center. Oya did not want them at the start of the battle, if it ever came. There power would turn the tide of this battle, Oya could feel it. His last battle in sacae proved that to him when mages had undermined his own stratagem. The only forces not assigned to a position was the axe users and the cavalry. It was clear to everyone inside that those two would be moving this night. Many of them were asleep at the moment in the most defensive area. They would need all of there strength.
"Do we have the reserve forces ready", asked Oya.
"Of course", spoke Thomas. We have set up three shifts. At the moment the first shift is resting and preparing themselves for the long night and early morning. The second is preparing to replace our current forces once the send begins to set. We will be ready."
"Good", spoke Oya as a smile crossed his face. "I will go see to the other generals."
"Oya", spoke Thomas suddenly. A serious expression crossed his face. "We should start preparing at least one of them", spoke Thomas. Oya's blue eyes stared at the man and began to judge his advice. Oya wanted to avoid bringing out his siege weapons in there current position. I would take at least a day to put one of them up, and once they were done they would have to take it back down again. Still thought he could not deny Thomas thoughts. A seige engine would be useful for making the enemy move, but there was no real point. There were no buildings or walls to shoot at. Shooting into the enemy lines would not aid them much either. All they would do is force the saceans to pull back a little and make it harder for them to counter attack. Still a bigger circle meant thinner lines, but there was a lot of trouble involved in using them.
"No", spoke Oya. "I know what you are thinking, but we need the man power. It would take to many people away from the defense just to build the darn thing. Not to mention the logistic would be terrible. We will do with nothing but man power", spoke Oya. Thomas did not like the answer, but he understood the logic. With a nod he left and returned to his duties as did Oya. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the sun began to set everyone prepared for what was to come. The riders were now up and placing on there armor and the soldiers began to stare into the blackness of the night. Oya had ordered no fires on the outside of the hills. He did not want any light source aiding the enemy in spotting his assault. A few of the mburned in the inner camp, but for the most part it was dark. Oya had instructed that the knights paint there armor a dark blue color, so they could blend in with the night sky. However the axe men, were covered in dark cloaks. There weapons smeared with mud to hide the glint and there orders demanded that they move in total silence.
As the sun light vanished completely the riders moved out. The exited the camp at the six o'clock position, but turned the horses to attack the eight. The heavy cavalry lead the way. They were the shield for the lighter units. Following behind them was the light cavalry, and behind them the mounted archers. They were not as skilled at the saceans riders, but they knew there way around the bow. There whole purpose in the fight was to harrass the enemy. The bulk of the fight was planned for the light cavalry. Forming the rear guard was the last of the heavy riders. They would cover the retreat when it was called and aid the other troops.
Silently and following behind the stampeding cavalry was the axe units. They did not follow them directly, but instead snaked there way across the ground. Oya's goal was to use the chaos created by the charging cavalry as a shield for his assault with his axes. Slowly, quietly, and low to the ground they crept along. There target was the six O'clock position. There assault would come after the horse riders had hit the enemy lines.
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Post by Midori on Dec 23, 2016 20:51:09 GMT -6
And so this was it. This was war. This was the reason why they were here.. to defend the grace of mother earth and the blessings of father sky. Midori herself was situated in the tail end of her group. Her hair bound up in a braid so that it did not poke her face. She was still in her traditional garb. As were the rest of those in her tribe that took up the staff. However this was the summer version of it. One that allowed for her arms to be freed from their sleeves while the red robed cloak hung from her body via a clasp. Her pants were rolled up to her knee and held in place with a string. If she needed to get off of Ashes and run her pants would not hamper her.
Her staff glowed with the soft warm light of her will. Her desires to help those around her manifested in the ability to heal others of their wounds. She tended to the blisters of their feet and to the aches of their muscles. Her presence brought relief to those who needed it. With each healing she offered words of wisdom. Words of humility to those whom were prideful. Words of compassion to those whom were full of battle lust. Words of encouragement to those whom were afraid. She taught those who would listen not to forget compassion while they defended their home. Yes, Eturia and her holy army were burning children and turning the lush greenery of Sacae into ash. But her words would instill caution into the hearts of Hanon's people. She'd do what she can to prevent them from turning into the very monsters they fought. Her tribe's teaching stressed the importance of peace and harmony even among the chaos of war. That they should be wary about letting the fire of hatred consume them.
She knew this war would push everyone to their absolute limits. To push them past those limits and discover strength that they did not they had. She knew many would fall. Either by the blade of the opposition or by their own self destructive pride. She knew she would not be able to save everyone. And yet she would not waver in her endeavor to do so. Lady Lucy had cautioned her about her own limits. She stressed that it was important not to take on more then she could handle. If the injured became too much of a hassle to handle she was to go and ask for help. Midori swore to Lucy that she would try her best not to let herself become overwhelmed. The key word being try. She knew she needed to do as much as she could. There would be so many people in this army who would be counting on her and her ability to heal. She needed to make a good impression to the other tribes so as to bridge the gap of animosity between Chaklai and Sacae.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 23, 2016 23:02:48 GMT -6
Jebenan sat atop his mare eating a pear that he’d traded a blanket for. He’d always loved pears, and his little brother wove a new blanket every week. He’d been given second sentry duty, which meant he was supposed to ride around through the night, looking for any signs of movement. He’d been staring toward the little mound for hours, and nothing was happening. He wasn’t going to move for no reason. The light of the moon was occasionally obstructed by thick clouds passing it over it. It was difficult to see very far in front of him, but he could still make out the shapes of the mound. Simply little else.
He was about a hundred yards from the camp, when he heard them. He heard movement, too large to be a scout, even some heavily armored Etrurian fool. Straining his eyes in the light of the moon, he saw them. Armored Etrurians. Immediately he turned his horse around and began to zig zag back to camp. He doubted they would hear or see him, he was only one man and they were still a fair distance away. The second he was within earshot of a sentry that was on foot, waiting by camp, he started to scream.
Cries broke out, men were running immediately in all directions, shouting to wake their brothers. As he saw them go, Jebenan noticed one thing almost down to a man, they were all smiling. Eventually, the hornblower of the commander broke into his tent, just before the man touched his first glass of black airag to his lips surrounded by a few Zuun’s who led a hundred men in the Mingghan.
The Etrurians were riding out. Straight for him, Khulan Fruchili, commander of the Mingghan dubbed by his men, The Bright Lance. The Bright Lance was named so for his weapon, a Fuschia colored short spear of strange material. On his request, a large portion of his own tribe was kept in the unit, and though they were almost swallowed by the massive force, they were still a formidable heavy cavalry unit, standing out among the plainsmen of lighter build. Sadly, his son had been named Bloodrider to Selibas Khan, but that was simply one Lance less.
Now however, was not the time for lances, it was the time for arrows. He laughed, a deep throaty laugh that drew the eyes of the men around him. "HAHAHA! YES! They come for me. Let them fall into us my friends, they will have trouble clawing their way back out! Sound a pull to formation, then the horn for aide." Next to him, Shikigur lifted a horn to her lips, and let loose a short burst followed by a longer one. Khulan grabbed one of the Zuun’s, Ketgeb, who led one unit of the infntry, and told him "Get the infantry on a retreat, double time.” Then as his men mounted off they were immediately off to call for their own men to fall back. The call of two quick blows from the horn came. They were answered by the Mingghan on either side. Then they could hear in the distance the call of other groups, acknowledging and passing the message that the Etrurians were moving.
The mounted archers of his unit went all the way behind the little retreating infantry present in the Mingghan, while the Auxiliary cavalry led by Khulan himself formed up in just in front of the first line of archers. line. "Call for a volley." The signals came, and from both the mounted and on foot archers a sea of black arrows filled the sky, casting shadows on the ground below.
The two Mingghan's on either side began to move as the Cavalry drew nearer to Khulan's position, but not with any sort of rapidity. They would not leave their trailing infantry open for attack, and they intended to meet the opposing cavalry in the side and simply aim glancing blows at the slower force. Before they were in any way in reach of the sword, they did let loose their own volley, some few seconds behind the first for the southern Mingghan, and half a minute later for the one from the north. The northern unit, the Hawk Feathers had been comprised of a majority of light Sacaen bowmen, and the southern, The Long Manes had in them only about a fifth of their number who wore their bow in this battle. All told, the men under fire were under a hale that filled the sky.
Khulan beat the head of his short spear against his shield, creating sparks of purple flame with each strike. He shouted out an old Fruchili war chant. "Shields smashed and bows broken! The war gods have been awoken! Arrows snapped, armor in dismay! The horselords ride once more today!" His call was heard by few, but as he repeated it, many of the Fruchili around him answered him in kind. The enemy was getting closer, and soon they would have to turn and face them.
Finally Khulan made a decision. He turned to his horn blower and said, ”Sound for one more volley from foot archers. Then for the light cavlary to ride up their left flank, while the infantry stops and squares up.” Immediately it came, and Khulan wheeled his horse about. When the calls were done, he raised a yell that was soon picked up by those around him. ”Süirekh! Uridchilan!” With that, his men were off.
Behind him stood the infantry, now forming a square to better deal with the cavalry, wooden spikes prepared in the days before planted in the ground where the front line stopped. If the enemy dared get close enough, they would see a tall Swordsman, sporting long red hair, wearing clothes to match.
The final volley came from his own unit, and it was followed with a final blow from the horn, telling the other Mingghan to stop their volleys. The northern one let a last one Fly.
The Bright Lance’s, or Zev Shataj Bui’s, head erupted into flame as his men made their pass. He let it fall upon one of the enemy, and its light guided the men behind him in aiming their own thrusts. On the other side came Khulan’s light cavalry, nipping at the enemy as they went.
A messenger rode up to Selibas as his mind raced, and dismounted from his horse, nearly out of breath. He spoke as quickly as his lungs allowed, “My.. Khan. The Etrurians are attacking. A small… force, they came covered by night, but they are few, and it… doesn’t seem anyone’s following.” Selibas looked down at him for a moment.
Turning, he called out to his bloodriders, “Khasar, Delger, Chambui, Khachi, find a rider to take a message to each of the northern Mingghans that they are to be fully prepared to defend themselves, and to pick off any Etrurians that attempt to flee. Kaichun.” Within seconds, the thoughtful archer was by his side. “You ride straight to the Temulun, tell them to stay out of the range of any enemy archers inside the hills as best they can, but to attempt to cut the enemy off from escape. Tell them to come between them and the opening, and then to wait. Understood?” Each bloodrider nodded and said on nearly all different cadances, “Yes, Selibas Khan.” Then they were off.
As Selibas waited, he considered whether now would be the time to take the Chonodarga and meet the enemy on the complete other side of the mound. That was just him being restless. He didn’t need to take risks that would not end the battle. The reward did not outweigh any risk. Selibas began to think of what to do when the few that had come from their hole were dealt with. His mind racing again the Little Wolf looked at the messenger, who now waited on his order. "Rest a moment, let your horse drink, then you may return to me for my message back."
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Post by Midori on Dec 26, 2016 10:51:21 GMT -6
The night was calm. The Chaklai had eaten their rations and were preparing to retire for the night. Midori was focused on her evening prayers. She sat close to the fire and had her eyes closed. In her hands were a set of long rosary beads. One hundred beads in total. Dark in color with the exception of four beads. These four beads were the 25th, 50th 75th and 100th beads upon the rosary. Their colors were red, green, yellow, and blue. One color was tied to the four cardinal directions. Each color was tied to an element of nature. Each color was tied to a person's spirit or the emotional state of the spirits.
These four colors were known in her language as mitama. And each had a name with an element, direction, and emotional state attached to it. Red was the color of fire. The emotional state known as the aramitama. The color of the south wind. One that represent the color of blood. The warmth of summer. The anger or fury of mother nature and father sky. A color of both warmth and ruin. Aramitama is believed to be element of the soul or spirit responsible for natural disasters.The aramitama while destructive in nature was needed to encourage change, without it the world would become stagnant.
Yellow was the color of joy. The color of the sun. That which represent the east wind. A color of spring and of harvests. The saki mitama. With its blessings it allowed for the people to breathe easier so to speak. With good harvests came warm bellies. Kindness and good fortune. Opposite emotion to the red color. However too much joy and harvest makes a person complacent. Lazy. Fat. One must take care not to overindulge in the bounty of nature.
Green was the color of the earth. Element of health, grass, herbs. The blessings of the Kushimitama granted good health and a strong body. A wise spirit meant to nurture the mind so that it would nurture the body. The Element of wonder and allowed for transformations, the growth of inner strength. With a calm mind and body the spirit is able to rationalize and recover from all sorts of trauma and turmoil. If one is infused with too much of the spirit they were left emotionally distant from those around them.
The last color was blue. The element of water. One that represented clarity and movement. The color of the west wind. Nigimitama which was the representation of the spirit that made day to day life easier. The part of the spirit that moved like water down a set path. One that could flow around obstacles and continue on it’s way through life. Without it the soul would lost and confused unable to function in society. Too much of it and the spirit would become to focused in it’s routine to see the beauty of the minor things in it’s life.
Each Mitama had a purpose in the world. Each mitama needed to be carefully balanced within the day to day life. The Chaklai understood this and strove to maintain order and balance between these elements of the spirits. Between these perceived behaviors of mother earth and father sky. The priests and priestess of the clan offered prayers to these elements of the soul. In order to pacify them and keep the eternal power of balance in check. These were considered some of the most sacred duties of the Chaklai clergy.
With each prayer she moved a bead in between her fingers. Midori’s prayers were filled with the wishes and desires for peace. For a swift end to the war and to ease the suffering of those afflicted. Her prayers were not geared towards the betterment and prosperity of Sacae and her children. But rather to the betterment and prosperity of all humanity, spirit, animal, and it’s harmony with nature. Wishing and praying strictly for Sacae to win the war would be considered somewhat taboo. A prayer or wish made of greed no matter how desperate was considered to be insulting to the spirit, god, or element one was praying too. Her fingers shifted towards that of the red bead. With the bead in her hand, there was a change. The wind changed and she felt something.
She opened her eyes and glanced around. The other holy members were still lost in meditation. But something in her had told her that something was wrong. Something was going to happen. And then the messengers arrived. The Etrurian army was on the move. Now was the time for the people to waken from their slumber and spring into action. The other tribes and their warriors would be moving soon and the Chaklai would be moving with them.
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Post by Oya on Dec 26, 2016 14:34:00 GMT -6
"That is a lot of people", spoke Oya aloud as he and his axes lay hidden in the field. From there position they could see the battlefield play out. The fires from the enemy camp marked the silhouettes of his riders and allowed him to view the field of battle in a more defined view than simple moon light. Still there was a lot that was obscured to Oya. However the commander was starting to get a good understanding of the enemy numbers and positions. Before his cavalry could dig into the enemy ranks the alert horn had been sound. Either the enemy was under the protection of some unseen god or they had a really good scout. To be honest Oya could not tell which. The saceans always had a affinity for luck.
In this particular incident the enemy has sprung up with a intensity that rivaled his own brutality. There archers began to fire volleys of arrows and there riders had rode out to meet the incoming cavalry. Lucky, no brilliantly, Oya had planned the assault on the enemy forces at night time. So there famed sacean archers skill was far weaker than before. There arrows rained on the battlefield, but it did not capture the full angle of the charge. Adding to there luck the front end of the charge, the bulky heavy knights, could withstand the arrow rain. There shields and armor deflected many arrows from finding there deadly aim, but the projectiles still battered them like thunder. A few of them got unlucky and a arrow slipped in between the gaps in there armor. Many others were battered down by the blunt trauma from having so many arrows hit them at once. Some of the arrows hit the horses and caused them to spur off or out right crumble under the pain and force. However the force as a hole remained in tact and once they were meet with the riders from the enemy battle erupted. The Eturian heavy cavalry was caught off guard by the enemies heavy forces. They were not expecting that from plainsmen. The only consolation they had was that there were better at the trade due to generations of training. However that meant little with the enemy outnumbering them.
As the two heavies engaged each other the light riders of sacae rushed to take there flank and strike at them with there bows. There volley of arrows hampered the heavy forces at first, but soon the archers found themselves in there own predicament. Arrows from the enemy rangers fired into there ranks, it was not much, but enough to draw there attention. Then came the Eturian light cavalry, which had followed behind the charging heavy knights. Lightly armored and much faster than there heavy counter parts the profession sellswords slammed into the nimble moving cavalry. The enemy arrows, still as deadly as the legends, had a hard time finding a mark due to the muck of the night.
"Curses we are being bogged down", shouted Furry as she drew her magical sword. The blade lit up like the sun. The flames swirled around the blade as the spirit inside of the sword began to leap with joy. This blade was the famed Furry Dragon Blade. It was captured by the eturian soldiers when they lost a priceless treasure. The sword eventually ended up in the hands of the commander of the heavy cavalry, and she planned to use it to turn the tide of battle. With a wave of her hand flames erupted from her blade and consumed the rider in front of her. The heat and fire illuminated the portion of the battlefield she was localized in.
"Pull back", shouted Furry as she swung her sword again setting the grass infront of her cavalry on fire. There goal was to bite into the enemy infantry, but the enemy had wisely pulled them back. The cavalry was essential to Oya's grand plan, and she understood that they could not be bogged down here for long. If they where whipped out Oya's forces would be greatly crippled. Still she needed to leave a mark on this battle or the attack would be a failure. Pulling on her reigns she moved away from the flames she had created and began to move toward the light she saw once the attack had started. Her goal was to strike down the other magic weapon user, but she also had another reason for pulling back. Almost on cue a volley of arrows slammed into the soldiers near the flames. The sword had made the area a target and that target had been a prime target for there archers. Furry took a arrow in her left shoulder, but her plate armor had all but hampered the blow. It was luck that saved her, but it did not save a good portion of her men that lay dead in the field.
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As the attack raged On Oya and his mend held there position in the field. His original plan was to sneak in and to cause some carnage, but that option was taken from him when the enemy quickly organized. Any attempt he made now would end in not only his swift death, but the death oh his entire unit. However Oya still held his position in the dark. The cavalry would still need to make its retreat and they would need somebody to cover them. Oya and his men would provide this service, despite this being the job of the rear guard of heavy cavalry. Oya felt that it would be a waste of a night if he immediately retreated.
After the Cavalry unit made there mark against the enemy lines they turned here horses around and began to retreat. Oya gaurded there back as they moved back into camp. The battle with the enemy was fearsome and there resistance unexpected. In that single raid Oya had lost half of his attacking force. Far to many for such a attack. However the enemy had taken a lick too, but there numbers were far bigger than Oya's. They could take the blows and keep giving them back out.
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Post by Kenshin on Dec 28, 2016 22:59:46 GMT -6
As the days grew closer to the battle with Etruria Kenshin had heard about the leader of their forces was some kid with curly orange hair. He had remembered hearing that there was somebody that looked like that during the siege of City of Heroes, there was only one thing on the Crimson Demon's mind from that point on. Revenge. Kenshin's home was destroyed by Hargus' army once before which had sent Kenshin into a downward spiral into a dark place, in Kenshin's mind that was when he fought his "best".
He had lacked emotions such as fear, compassion, remorse, and others that defined a human being. When Hargus had returned and attacked his home once again the kid leading Etruria's troops had joined Hargus' army and attacked his home from the east, his home was reduced to rubble again granted his family was alive this time, but Oya had helped. He had sought to mentally prepare himself to murder Oya, he could feel the rage inside himself building the more he had thought about it. From there he had mentally and emotionally separated himself from his fellow Sacaens, the only one he had spoke to was Amanojaku. The tension in the air was thick this night, as Kenshin heard everybody preparing for a battle soon he sat in his tent, ignoring the call to arms talking to what had seemed to himself.
"I see you had accepted your fate Crimson Demon. Continue to brood on that feeling, let your anger and hatred grow."
"You said you feed off of negative emotions right?"
"You're asking that as if you forgot, let your anger consume you."
"Just don't disappoint me then Amanojaku."
Cut the head off of the serpent the body dies, Kenshin had planned on bypassing the entire and going for their commander itself. He heard his name being called from outside of the tent, Kenshin recognized the voice it had belonged to his right hand man when would patrol the planes. He had sent word to his town calling for his normal crew explaining his plans and the risk involved in it and they were only accept this mission if they were 1000% prepared for the outcome. Kenshin had told them to enter his tent, which they wasted no time, only three of them had came. "I'm happy to see you Isamu, Kohaku, and Jurou. We're heading out now." Kenshin had rose to his feet and began to walk to the door when Isamu responded to him "Not much to this suicide squad, but I'm sure we'll get the job done." The four surveyed the battle field before taking off on foot, they were going to loop around dodging majority of the fighting, the Sacaens weren't as stealthy as they had hoped, a small group of Etrurian soldiers had come charging towards the men, Jurou had pointed them out and the men had changed course to deal with them first.
His left hand had quickly shot to his scabbard of his Wo Dao shifting it where the blade faced away from him. Using his left index finger he broke the seal as he stuck his right hand in front of him and began to charge the first Etrurian in his path. As the gap lessened he pushed the scabbard out towards his hand, grasping the handle then pulling the scabbard back. Using the momentum of the draw of his blade he swung the sword for the man's neck, it would had been a lethal attack if he didn't get his armored forearm up in time. The strike had barely cut through the armor drawing blood, Kenshin had back peddled a few steps changing his stance. His left side was facing the man, he was standing in a slight squatting stance with both of his hands grasping the hilt near his head, blade facing up pointed at his foe.
"If you wish to die, come at me."
The man Kenshin had attacked came charging it, axe held up by his head looking to bring it down on the swordsman. Kenshin had waited till the attack was coming to react, shifting the sword he used it to block the attack and direct it's path away from him as he began to move around him, twisting his wrist again turning his sword into a diagonal slash. Letting go of his axe he used his forearm to block Kenshin's attack once again. Kenshin could feel a light gust of wind to his back, it had began to get stronger and stronger, realizing that it was Amanojaku using his power Kenshin lifted his right leg and drove his foot into the man's armored gut pushing him away as the wind picked up even more except directly in front of him pushing the stumbling man further back. Kenshin took a couple steps backwards before standing up straight, with his feet parallel to his shoulders, his arms directly in front of him with the sword pointing directly at his armored foe, the blade facing the ground.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
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Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 6, 2017 12:25:49 GMT -6
Behind and before Khulan died a storm of men, both his own and his enemy falling from their saddle's to crash into the deadlands below. The Fruchili cavalry commander prepared his men to wheel about for a second pass against the flank of the Etrurians, but then saw that the heavy horsemen of the 'holy land' were turned and beginning a retreat. His men began to give chase, but he called out, "Halt!" Turning, he found his hornblower and called, "Pull back, then a volley." The signals came, and his men halted, while the light cavalry raised their bows and fired. Soon after, calls returned from the other two Mingghans, and their arrows followed, casting shadows in the moonlight as they sailed towards the retreating Etrurian ranks. "Sound a retreat, fifty yards, then we hold the line. Full volley." More signals followed, forced through the specially made Sacaen warhorn. They had taken losses, but now they knew the Etrurians were willing to move at night.
Another messenger rode up to the little wolf, and relayed his message of the Etrurian retreat. Selibas ran his fingers through his hair, and gnashed his teeth together as he thought. When he spoke to those assembled around him, his voice came through in a guttural growl, "Three riders to each camp. Two thirds of their men at the ready. Set a handful of torches horizontal to their front line one hundred yards from the Etrurian camp. If one goes out, they prepare to fire, and do at the commander's discretion. All messages will be relayed from the back of camp. Tell them to await further orders." The riders around him scurried off, and the Khan called for a water skin. He set his left hand to rest on Curtana's hilt where it rested on his hip. 'Patience Selibas, you will yet win the day. Do not act as a wolf that dives into the rabbit's den, only to find that he cannot free himself from within the hole.'
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Post by Midori on Jan 6, 2017 19:01:51 GMT -6
The Chaklai were ready and waiting. Waiting for the orders of their leaders to ride out into the field and provide support to those who needed it. They knew that a majority of the fighting was focused on the opposite end of the hill. It would take them several minutes of hard running from their horses for them to cross the distance between them. They would not be so foolish as to ride out into the center of the fray. At least not yet.
Midori was at the rear of the rear. She and two other healers would make a group of three. And together they formed a sort of buddy system. They would move in three and watch each other's backs in three. If they passed by the wounded they would treat them. If the wounded came to them then they would treat them also. The three healers each had staffs of their own. Different ones. One carried a barrier staff to help protect the trio. Midori had a physic to heal those from a distance. Although the cover of night would make it difficult for her to see whom she was healing. The way she made the physic work was to heal someone within eyesight. And the last one had a fortify staff. To heal groups of people at a time. They would have to hope that those they healed would still have the strength to fight and protect them.
In the front of the troop was Lady Lucy. The experienced war veteran knew her way around a battle. She knew how to effectively guide the units of her people. She also possessed several tomes of light to help illuminate the way, to blast the enemy to bits, or to provide light for those who could not see. Her staffs were that of heal and fortify. She could effectively travel between the front, middle, and rear of her troop. Behind her were the rest of the warriors of the Chaklai. A mix mash of axes, swords, magic, bows, and lances. They were also arranged in groups of three or four. Each of them trusted the other with their life. Skai the sniper was somewhere in the middle of the troop with a few other archers. He was ready with his bow and silver arrows. Waiting for the right opportunity to let the arrows fly and cripple the opposition.
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Post by Oya on Jan 7, 2017 0:09:06 GMT -6
"Damn those Sacean Dogs", shouted oya as he slammed his fist down on his table! Around him was his military command. There faces were covered with grim expressions. The night raid was far from a success, but at the same time it gave them much needed information. The cavalry assault lost twenty five percent of his attacking forces. This was a loss that was not acceptable to there stratagem. The enemy had mobilized quicker than planned and had been warned of there attack faster than they expected. It was down right amazing to the commanders gathering around the table. They had spent years training there soldiers to be able to react and move as efficiently as possible. These plainsmen had done so with far less effort. The idea of the wondering savages started to fade quickly from there minds. However now they needed to come up with a plan.
"We can not..."
"I already know that", shouted Oya cutting Charlemagne off. "The nights raids are not going to work. The enemy is far to skilled with alarms for them to be successful.
"Then what are we going to do then", spoke Furry. Her face was cover in dirt, mud, and blood. Her expression was ever grimmer than everyone else at the table, with the exception of Oya. For those two had seen the enemy numbers and understood that they were vastly out numbered.
"I say we wait", spoke one commander.
"What to starve to death then", spoke another.
"Oya's brother..."
"Won't be arriving on the shore for another three weeks. Let alone march across all of sacae to our rescue", spoke another.
"Then...", spoke another leader, but he was cut off by Oya.
"f**k the World", shouted Oya as he looked at the table. Everyone's eyes widen at the announcement.
"That plan is insane", shouted Charlemagne!
"If you don't have any better ideas then shut your mouth", shouted Thomas cutting the man off. "At this point ..."
"We should surrender", spoke one of the commanders.
"OH and what do you think those savages will do to us", spoke Furry. "I for one am not looking forward to being rapped, murdered, and paraded around like ..."
"One of Oya's captives", spoke Charlemagne casting a blaming eye toward Oya.
"We are using f**k the World", spoke Oya in a calm and stern tone. He did not even bother to listen to the uproar that came from the other commanders. "You did not see there forces", spoke Oya cutting them off. "They have at least twice our number on a single flank", spoke Oya. "The night raids are not going to work, and reinforcements are not coming. We have to do something to get ourselves out of this situation. Operation f**k The World is our last and best hope to succeed."
The room suddenly became quite as Oya laid out there situation before them.
"Wait", spoke Charlemagne breaking the silence. "Lets try the raids just a little ..."
"If we don that then we won't have enough forces to pull off the operation", spoke Furry.
"Indeed, the horses are a vital part of the plan", spoke Oya.
"But.."
"Enough", shouted Thomas as he stepped forward. "We are going to have to go with what we have. There is no time for us to be divided."
"Indeed", spoke Oya. "Everyone begin preparation for Operation f**k The World! Wake up all the soldiers and break down the crates for the siege weapons. We need to move before the night is over!"
"For the glory of Eturia", shouted a few of the commanders as they walked out the tent.
"For the Glory of us All", spoke Oya privately as he took a seat in a wooden chair. "I hope Willow is doing all right", spoke Oya as he looked at the tent walls.
As Oya prepared himself for what was to come, the entire camp erupted into a frenzy. Soldiers began to awake the sleeping men and crates were being opened. Jars of Oil that were set aside for a siege were cracked open. There contents were placed inside of small jars, water jugs, or whatever could hold them. Horses were being gathered and men began to make preparations to move.
"Operation f**k The World", spoke Oya to himself as he poured himself a glass of wine. The Warrior began to think on the entire plan. He and a few others had come up with the plan as a worse case scenario to the fighting in sacae. Sacae, meant nothing to them. It was simply a plot of land. The Holy nation wanted it under there control, but only to turn it into farm land. They cared nothing for the lush grassland and the people that lived in it. Thus Oya was able to come up with Operation f**k The World. The plan was simple really. You gather up as much oil and fat as you can muster and start setting crap on fire. The flames will burn the grassland up like a match in dry hay. The winds would decide the direction the flames spread. Or it normally would. Oya had made sure to get a few mages in there group. The last time he attacked the city of Heroes mages had been his down fall. Now however he had some magic on his side. There winds could aid him in directing the flames, but only in small areas. Mostly it was a gamble, and thus the reason why everyone was so against using it. Still this situation seems to be perfect for it. The enemy outnumbered them eight to one. If anyone was going to take the most damage it would be them. No to mention the fact that they could not ignore the flames. A fire so close to there major trade port, no way they could just let it burn. They would have to stop it, or at least try. Time, time would be on Oya's side.
"Alright, sacae looks like we are going to end this in the first night", spoke Oya as he tossed his wine glass to the ground. He then picked up his white helmet and placed it on his head. War was coming.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
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Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 7, 2017 6:56:11 GMT -6
The torches had been laid out, the plans had been relayed, and Selibas had prepared. He wore near his full armor now, still mobile but well defended. He had jitters, his hear shook in his chest with what was to come, with what always came. The Khan could still not stave off the fear that came from being surrounded by death, not that he longed for the day when it didn't raise a single feeling in him. Today was a battle like the others he had fought in Bern, and every fight he had before or since. He could not allow his emotions to cloud his judgement, or to draw him into some rash wager of his own life. This was war, and he had to fight with his head.
"Sound it, sound the first wave." Next to him, Kaichun touched his horn to his lips, and made the call. The noise spread and was echoed all around the man made hills. As soon as the horn from the Mingghan to their left died down, the mounted archers of Selibas' Mingghan were off, followed soon by the mounted archers of the other two he could see, and as Selivas knew all five others. They rode so that they were all circling the mounds, in a matter of seconds they were fifty yards from the hills, their hooves like thunder, nocking their arrows. As they rode they raised their bows, and not at once, but near the same time, loosed. In the first volley, over three thousand arrows fell over the hills in the Etrurian camp.
The Sacaens rode further, and loosed yet another volley, as many arrows casting shadows over the hills in the moonlight. Once their second spray of arrows were gone, they rode back to their primary unit, to await further orders. Gripping Curtana, Selibas kept his breathing calm. He could not see the enemy and count their losses, but he was certain his plan had worked. Perhaps another volley or two, and an attack would not be a foolish thing to do.
The wounded of the Bright Lance Mingghan made their way around all the other units towards where they believed the Chaklai were stationed. They had injuries of varying severity, but under orders every one had gone to attempt some recourse.
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Post by Oya on Jan 16, 2017 21:29:58 GMT -6
It was almost as if a great beast had been awoken. Oya's camp suddenly erupted into action as the orders came out to prepare for what was going to be there final attack on this battlefield. All of the soldiers were prepared for a long seige, but after the order came down they understood that things were going to be decided tonight. Oya seemed like a fickle man to some, or at lest one who needed to make up his mind. They marched all the way out here to this position to harass the enemy only to find themselves surrounded. After that was discovered he told them to prepare for a long haul, and now he was telling them they were going to have to pull off a plan that was a dangerous as it was crazy. Either Oya was a combat genius or he was a mad man, either way the time to act was now.
The camp was in full swing in there preparations for the attack. Barrels were being moved and supplies unwrapped. Soldiers ran around awaking any man who was asleep and readying the steeds to ride. It was during this boat of chaos that the watch saw the enemy moment taking place. Runners had made there way around the perimiter, they saw that, and were on guard. Now the enemy began to move toward them at charging speed, a action that sent the stomach of the watch guard upside down. "Enemy attack", he shouted and began to blow the horn. The other watch reacted in the same and began to blow there horns as well. The defending knights took up there positions at the gaps between the hills and the snipers moved into pistion on the hills themselves. As the enemy approached it became clear to them what they were planning.
"Volley", they shouted above the chaos. The word was repeated by man commanders down the line. Soldiers with shileds took a knee and raised them in defense. The ones without moved to pick up the great boards that were used in order to block enemy arrow. Archery was one of there enemies strong points and they were prepared to fight against it. The camp itself was built with that in mind. The officer tents were made with wooden roofs to block the hail of arrows, but the lower ranks, they would be vulnerable. Tower shields were placed strategically around camp. It would not be hard to get to one, but only if you had sufficient warning. With the chaos that had sweeped over the camp with the preparations many of the soldiers were caught off guard. The arrows came down like rain from the sky. The wooden shafts pounced down on all in equal measure. The knights held firm, there heavy armor and heavy shields easily deflected the arrows. The mages were kept in the officer quarters and as a result they were greatly shield. A few of them had used wind magic to hamper the blow anyway as a precaution. A few of there ranks however were not in position and were caught unaware. There deaths were quick and painful. The axemen retreated to the trenches. Some died, but most of them were protected due to the angle of the arrows fall. The soldiers near the tower shields survived. The arrows stormed over them, but they held firm. Oya himself held up a shield despite the fact that his tent was secure. He left nothing to chance when it came to arrows, not after he lost his eye in combat.
"Damage report", spoke Oya as the arrows storm ended and the enemy began to pull off. The losses were minimum compared to the amount of arrows that had rained down on them, but they had lost a two hundred and fifty men and had another thirty wounded. It was another blow given to his forces by the sacesn. As the archers retreated on horse back the snipers fired in retaliation, but Oya figured they would loss very little. The enemies timing could not have been more perfect. With his camp in such chaos in preparations the damage was maximum. However sneak attacks only work once. Oya was sure they would not try again, but if they did they would be ready.
"Finish the perpetration", shouted Oya. His men back to work. Oya would give those savages double for there trouble. There was no way he was going to let this slap to the face go unavenged. Operation f**k The World would continue.
By the next hour the preparations to move were complete. The soldiers were ready to fight and the cavalry was ready to rider. Oya had given out his final orders and his commanders had gone over there plans. The three oclock position would be there target point. "Alright men, lets give them hell", shouted Oya as he stepped out in front of his infantry forces. With a single pound onto there chest Oya's forces showed there readiness for battle. Oya waved his hand and the riders began to move. At full speed they darted out of the 12 O'clock position, the 6 O' Clock position, 9' Oclock position, 2 O' Oclock position, and finally the 4 O'Clocks position. Behind the cavalry came the wagons. They were no longer loaded up with food and weapons, but instead carried jars of oil and animal fat. The riders rode out with torches and blades at the ready and the wizards took positions on the top of the mounts.
"Alright set the flames", shouted Furry as she swung her sword toward the ground. Fire jumped off from her blade and set the grass land near the torch the enemy had set up on fire. The riders of the wagons took off two barrels and tossed them to the earth. The sound of shattered lay was soon followed the the light of a torch and the sudden flare of raging fire. The horsemen began to toss there torches to the side setting the grassland on fire. In a matter of moments several fires had erupted all around the enemy fortification. The crimson blaze scorched the green earth and began to light up the dark night.
"Alright now", shouted Charlemagne as he ordered the mages on the hills to do there job. Using the power of wind magic the mages began to direct the flames back towards there enemies. The fires spreading outward from the great ring that was there encampment and began to move toward the enemy lines. Snipers atop the hill began to fire arrows at anything that moved in there direction and the riders began to ride around with oil and torches spreading the flames as much as they can.
As the riders, mages, and archers did there work the infantry marched out. With flames on there right and flames on there left they marched forward toward the enemy. The knights holding the front line taking on any arrows flying in there direction. Oya' there commander marched with them, as a white armor clad rider road in the front directing there attack. "Now strike while the iron is hot", he shouted as the Eturian force moved to engage the sacean camp.
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