anarchyangel
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 8, 2006 10:23:27 GMT -5
Bane tore through camps of beasts hardly knowing they were there, his mind was absolutely set on only what his senses told him. An ugly undead creature stepped into his way and Bane trampled over him, crushing rotting bones into splinters. He wanted the true blood. Wanted to drain it of its pure, untainted blood.
Ahead he noticed a crowd gathered round a group of torn apart bodies and he snarled, slowing down as he came closer. His eyes were practically glowing red in anger as he realized it was the truebloods he had sought after. He reared and slammed his front hooves into the ground, watching as a large, bestial man shouted "Assemble the Commanders, we hold council tonight."
Snorting, Bane turned away and started towards a group of burnt trees, the weary smell of dead blood following him. But there, he smelled something still alive. It was in the trees before him and it was trueblood for certain. Clenching his sword with two hands, Bane slowly began to stalk forward, his pupils shrinking into pinpoints. Any creatures who came before him slowly backed away, an invisible aura of menace coming from the vampiric centaur.
He entered the patch of trees, weaving through their burnt husks dexterously despite how close some of them were. Somewhere in here, the trueblood was hiding. Warily but frenziedly, Bane walked through, unaware as tiny branches cut him and the skin regenerated. He stopped suddenly, beside a charred birch, and kicked with his hindquarters, gratified to hear a crunch and scream of pain.
Whirling around, Bane saw the trueblood sprawled on the ground, a spear lying next to it. The trueblood coughed gobs of blood and Bane was thrilled to imagine how his kick had shattered ribs into the man’s lungs; causing such an effect. Moving closer, bane reached down and pulled the man up by his tunic, resting the edge of his sword on the mans neck.
“Ah trueblood, you know not the enemy you make by giving to me your life. You’re group should never have come here.’
With the trueblood’s eyes widening in fear, Bane smiled, revealing his prominent canines. He jerked forward, piercing them into the soft skin of the man’s neck and began tapping into the blood that flowed there. Hot, rich blood that made Bane shiver. The spines on his shoulders took on a life of their own, bending forward at the potency of what he was drinking, and his muscles corded. Inside his mind, he had to strain against an oncoming frenzy.
He drained the trueblood totally dry, the corpse just a withered husk with an expression of horror and ecstasy. Few mortals ever survived receiving the deadly bite, but strangely enough they always gave in under the pleasure of being bled dry – they never fought back once his teeth were in their necks. He dropped the body and sighed, tilting his head back and feeling the hot blood trail down his throat.
New strength pounded through his lifeless veins, powerful and throbbing. The trueblood’s own power absorbed into Bane’s body and made into something far more malign.
He walked out of the small forest patch, sated for the moment and ready to listen to other warriors’ tales.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 8, 2006 17:25:46 GMT -5
Largo sneered at the lifeless truebloods, their bodies strewn. He shouted orders to the beasts around them, "Collect their heads! Bring the Standard!" As ordered, the Standard of the Ordio Legio was brought before him. He took the heads, mounting them on the spikes that were strewn about the thing. As he did so, the beastly beings around him cheered. Largo has slewn two of the Purebloods, and was not pleased at all. He still needed to know when he could use his Seige Company. He went and retrieved Gnarloc, his Dwarf Drake, and made his way through the camp. He dismounted from Gnarloc, leaving him on the fringe of the meeting area, snarling at all who passed, and even taking the head off of one particularly nasty thing.
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anarchyangel
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 8, 2006 19:30:25 GMT -5
Bane watched as the standard of the Ordio Legio was adorned with the heads of the six mutilated truebloods, a smirk on his lips. Truly the standard was magnificent with its spiked, steel frame and leering faces, a heavy black banner hanging down from it. It made him grin to think this standard would soon be blasphemously stabbed into the rubble of a shattered Aesir; declaring the Legion victorious and ready for the next city to slaughter.
As Bane stood watching, he warily noted another centaur watching him to his left. He turned and looked the younger Vimbaal hard in the eyes, daring the red pelted quadruped to speak to him. Surprisingly, the youth did; stepping forward with an arrogant stride that only the smaller Vimbaal breed could ever think of using in the presence of a Superbaal.
“I saw you kill that trueblood in the woods, warrior. You are a powerful ally of the Legion to dispatch the creature so easily.”
Bane narrowed his eyes in disdain of the comment, suspicious of the armored centaur. The Vimbaal was almost a meter shorter than him, but Bane had no doubt that the beast could still cause injury with the maul in its hand. He growled back a reply.
“State your business and not your opinion, Vimbaal. I will not be swayed to let my guard down for simple etiquette.”
The creature laughed.
“My name is Vardek,” the centaur stated “You want to hear my business? Alright then. During the battle last eve, the chieftain of my herd was killed and now an idiot is controlling them and trying to dissuade us from fighting for the mighty Legion. He will die, of course, but then who will lead us? I would like to nominate you, you are a brutal creature and forged by a deamon spawn, it is easy to see it. We need a powerful figure like you to lead us to glory and destruction, or else we will just fight among ourselves.”
Bane was taken aback and he frowned, still suspicious. The throbbing of the trueblood’s powers were already fading which made him irate enough to want to just kill Vardek and let the herd resolve itself, but he held back. This could be a chance for him to get his name more widespread; he would be able to invoke fear into his enemies before he even fought them. A good advantage indeed. Not to mention it would put a few hundred warriors under his sway.
“I will think on what you have said… Vardek. But I will not make any choices until I know more about the status of this horde.” Bane slowly replied. “There is to be council today, and I want to know what the Legion plans before I decide to lead you or not. My name is Bane, just for your reference.”
The red centaur nodded, giving Bane a smile made twisted by sharpened teeth.
“Very well, then, mighty one. We will wait for your decision, though we will probably kill the other idiot before that.” With a snort, the red turned and cantered away.
Bane simply shook his head in thought and walked the other way, towards the encampment of the War Masters where the council would be taking place.
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Post by Larke on Jan 8, 2006 20:52:35 GMT -5
Council of War Victus sat on his humble seat near the large fire, Sirius and Largo sat to his left. Both had more decorative chairs adorned with skulls and bones. The surrounding of the fireplace was filled with minor commanders and their superiors, all shouted arguements about the next move to make. 'Silence!" he snarled, hurling a flask of fierce alcohol into the fire. The ruckus died down quickly as all eyes focused on the three heads of the Legion. "Tonight our enemies feast in their halls, celebrating the great victory against us. They are fools to think our forces spent in a single attack, tomorrow they send their women and the weak North along the forest road. We seek a single commander of Cavalry to intercept them." Victus watched as the commanders infront of him milled about, looking at subordants and considering the options. "I will" A large centaur strode forwards between the ranks. Sirius, Largo and Victus exchanged glances. It wasn't uncommon new warriors to join the Legion without notice, normally seeking to gain some renown. "And you are?" "Bane." "Very well, Bane you have our leave to attack the convoy. Head south until you find a small crossing, it was there four hundred years ago when we retreated. Now it will be used to end this city for good, cut off their escape and do not fail." Largo ordered. The Centaur dipped forwards slowly and then retreated from the circle.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 8, 2006 21:20:58 GMT -5
After Largo had given permission to the new Centaur, he turned to Victus. "When the civilians are attacked, they will certainly try to save them. I will take my Seige Company and attack from this side of the river, to the South West. I also suggest the possiblity of another major attack at that time as well." He motioned to the minor commanders around them, "Or at least send a small force against the main gate."
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anarchyangel
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 8, 2006 22:05:34 GMT -5
Bane cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, flexing living-dead muscle tissue to keep him dexterous and rid any stiffness. Beside him an excited Vardek whooped, his heavy maul held high in one hand and a bottle of some potent alcohol in the other. "I knew you would lead us! Ah, it is a good night to kill! When do we leave for this raid? The herd is hungry for a proper battle."
Bane had just left the council and already word had spread like wildfire among the herd. They cheered and prepared all around him now. He only leered, his red eyes thin and cold at the disturbances around him, but he managed a tight smile to Vardek.
"We will go soon, very soon. I want to be far ahead of the main group of civilians so that we can plan ambushes. They will have a dispatch of some sort for the humans are weak but not stupid; we will keep scouts on full watch for any particularly fearsome enemies.”
The red nodded and turned to leave and prepare for the coming travel.
“Vardek.”
He stopped and looked back at Bane, startled to see he glared at him with full menace; red eyes faintly glowing.
“I want you to make sure the Vimbaal know who is leading them. I will not take any rebellion under my leadership.” Bane hissed, “Or else, I shall slaughter every one of you and bind your souls into Ironcutter to scream for eternity. Understood?”
He brandished his jagged greatsword venomously.
“Absolutely.” Vardek replied, his eyes wide as the invisible aura of terror washed over him. He had no doubt that his new master could back up his word.
*****
Barely two hours later the pounding of hooves could be heard throughout the Ordio Legio’s camps. Bane galloped at the front of nearly four hundred Vimbaal, clad in his full armor with his sword drawn. Stone was pounded to dust under the tread of the herd as they went, their jeers echoing long into the darkness. And Bane himself smiled recklessly, ready for the massacre ahead and the lakes of blood that would be spilled.
Certainly battles would take place back at the Main Gates of Aesir, but for now this would be his fight to lead; his raid to command. He could find out what the War Masters plans' were when he returned to the Legion. Hopefully, there would be something left of Aesir for him.
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Post by Larke on Jan 8, 2006 22:49:13 GMT -5
Victus felt the tug of sleep on the edges of his mind, he shook his head and had another swig of the flask resting on the table edge. The table, was really an elaborate map of the Aesir and its surroundings. Victus wasn’t entirely sure where it had come from but it served the legions purposes perfectly, small black shapes indicated the Companies of the Ordio Legio. Currently most were clustered around the hills southeast of Aesir in battle lines, a single Cavalry marker was facing northwest. Indicating Banes cavalry moving to flank around the City and attack those fleeing it. To the west of Aesirs walls was three catapult markers, Largo and his siege engines that he seemed so eager to test.
A Blade balancing on its point was S’dala, the Duis blademaster and his Assassins. With any hope the human reinforcements would arrive tomorrow, and S’dala and his men would capture the boats.
“Everything’s is as you have commanded Masters Sirius and Victus.” A skeletal minion hissed from its decayed lips.
Victus barely acknowledged the beast, examining the table once more.
“Tomorrow, with any luck Aesir will fall.”
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Post by tombxlordxsabre on Jan 8, 2006 22:55:47 GMT -5
The sun rose that morning unnoticed by all, for the cloud cover overhead shrouded all the land in grim shadow. Fain scowled. Another day of watching the rest of the Legio fight and die. The dying part he wasn't so eager to get in on, but he knew the rest of his men were itching for a fight.
S'dala landed in the boughs above him. Fain barely even flinched, but still couldn't accept in his mind that another being could appear so silently.
S'dala smirked at the Shadowmaster's uncomfortable look. He knew the Shadowmaster would soon be much happier to see him.
"Scouts have reported in. Boats are less than an hour from our position now, but we have to move upriver to be out of sight of the battlements of Aesir. Rouse your men, we move in fifteen minutes."
Fain simply nodded. Fifteen minutes later, twelve score men were moving swiftly up the river's bank. Another Fifteen minutes and the boats came into view.
They were more than twenty of the massive galleons, the masts reaching dozens of meters above the tree line. The ships displayed large cannon proudly, with the flags flown high, flapping in the winds of bad weather.
It would be a hard assault to win. But the Shadow Assassins were more than prepared. Roughly a third of the men stripped off most of their black clothes and slipped into the water, leaving no trace save a few ripples that they had ever been there.
The others took to the trees, preparing ropes and grapples to board the approaching galleons. It was over in a matter of minutes, the swimming assassins boarding the ships and slitting the sentries' throats, and the main body soundlessly alighting on the ships and killing the rest in their sleep. Not a single assassin was lost. They stowed the bodies away in the holds, and waited for the city's walls to appear. S'dala had two respectable looking assassins put on captains' clothes, and sent a rider to the main War Master pavilion. Nothing to do now but wait.
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Post by Sephiroth on Jan 9, 2006 11:51:38 GMT -5
Seph had realized this army of dark minions was his way out to kill all true bloods and the war god’s minions in one great campaign, it suited his needs perfectly but to see the first attack fail was a poor sight indeed they truly need his aid. As the sun rose the guards changed, the new guards restless due to false alarms being called throughout the night. Most of the army could not stand due to the restlessness caused by Seph and his cunning plan. The guards did not even notice Seph moving along the walls filling there new siege weapons with black powder for the surprise in store next time they light the arrows, I would love to see the look on there faces as the weapons burst into flames when there forces attack once more, if there awake that is he sniggers to him self with a faint smile. Now tiered from his work thru out the night Seph sleeps under the shadows, for even these fools will soon conclude who has done this if one of there own. I just hope I have done enough to bring this city and its army’s to the ground
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Post by vampiri on Jan 9, 2006 13:54:42 GMT -5
Vamp dismounted his lykenthroat and marched forth into the Ordio legios camp un armed and without any of his trusted loyal guard beside him as he marched onwards a cultist of the dark arts stood before him and challenged him
"i have no business in fighting the legion i must see your commander but if you choose to be so foolish and stand in my way i shall have to shall we say disable you"
the cultist simply grinned
Vamp without haste lunged forward to wards the cultist bracing the cultists arm at his side and in one swift strike broke off the arm of the cultist.
Vamp in the awe of the violence placed the dismembered limb underneath his nose " ahhhh your blood is too pitiful to meet my lips you should think twice before challenging me fool"
Vamp walked on and stepped over the body of the cultist as he writhed in agony and looked down in pity as he strode in his armor those that passed him passed without haste and made scarce of there existence to him. Vamp approached the tent in which the commander of one of the legions companies was at rest and entered. the commander rose
"what is the meaning of this disturbance" shouted the commander as he rose from his chair
"i am Vamp Draculis count of the Vampyre army i seek vengeance for my people , i seek the death of those who have threatened my race those you call the true bloods i ask that i see your highest command"
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anarchyangel
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 9, 2006 15:48:42 GMT -5
Far away from the Ordio Legio and to the North-West of Aesir, Bane waited with a silent herd. There were no camp fires and a thin crust of autumn frost clung to the grass, though it was already dissipating in the coming dawn. All night he and the herd had traveled to reach this point on the foothills where they could decently conceal themselves; he'd had to kill a dozen Vimbaal last night for causing too much ruckus. If this was to be a success they needed silence, not drunken fools screaming for all to hear.
The herd was also silent however because of the way he’d killed the six. After tapping each beast until it was weak, he had planted Ironcutter in their chest, channeling his energy into the blade so that it drained the life energy and souls out of the hapless victims. It was a terrible fate and no other centaur wanted to receive the same destiny. They had seen their kin’s faces twisting in torment under the surface of the black steel.
Now they waited for scouts to announce when the civilians left Aesir, as silent as the cold breeze.
Bane grinned darkly as at that very moment he heard the soft sound of beating hooves, muffled by the rags wrapped around them. A pair of lightly armored Vimbaal rounded a thick cluster of pines, huffing in exertion. One of them nodded his head in respect to Bane and started his report.
“The civilians have left Aesir accompanied by a rough estimate of fifty cavalry and a score of foot soldiers. They move towards a pass that is about a mile more North of us and we estimate they will arrive there in four hours. I’m not certain of what I saw exactly since we were so far away, but it looks like several large, blue towers have been constructed in the pass; they could have more troops there.”
Bane nodded, contemplating the information. He turned to face the majority of the waiting herd and bellowed to them, his breath making frosty clouds in the air.
“We will make two forces and go separate ways from here. My force shall move to follow the civilians when they reach the foothills and the other, lead by Vardek, will move to wait out of sight near the watchtowers in the pass. When the time is right, we will use a fire signal to bring both forces together; crushing the civilians under our force and then taking down the towers.”
Cheers erupted throughout the herd, the need for silence momentarily forgotten.
“Are you ready for a slaughter?” Bane roared, his eyes glowing deep red.
A cacophony of warhowls replied him.
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Post by Larke on Jan 9, 2006 15:57:15 GMT -5
Victus was slightly agitated his sleep had been disturbed, but it didn't matter now as the mornings battle was less then an hour away.
"what is the meaning of this disturbance" Victus shouted, rising from his seat.
"i am Vamp Draculis count of the Vampyre army i seek vengeance for my people , i seek the death of those who have threatened my race those you call the true bloods i ask that i see your highest command"
"Well isn't that nice, another pretty boy blood sucker has come to join us. As for my highest command, you are speaking to Victus. War Master." Victus hoped he had agitated the creature standing beneath his Pavilion, motioning for it to follow him to the table centered in the room.
Standing at his table Victus placed a new infantry marker o n the table.
"How many under your command?"
"Four thousand, those are..." Victus let him prattle on about whatever it was as, placing another three markers next to the first. Twenty markers now lined up infront of the city, a total of twenty thousand troops were preparing to assault.
"Find a place in the Battle lines, do not fail. Go now." Victus snarled, leaving his table and the Vampyre to examine it for a little while longer. Leaving his pavilion Victus walked the short distance to where Solvig rested, a small collection of bodies scattered around the beast. It was aware of his approach and climbed to its feet, leaning to one side and letting him mount.
The scaled creature looked at the Vampyre and snorted its disgust of him, clambering down the hillside they joined up with the rest of the mounted cavalry.
Patting Solvigs two heads he then motioned for the Cavalry to move forwards, if the gates fell today they would be the first inside.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 9, 2006 16:44:21 GMT -5
Largo, seeing the main forces of the Legio begin to move forward, smiled inwardly. Finally to test his machinations. He looked across his small Legion in itself. Nearly a thousand man-sized abominations to humanity served him, and 50 beasts that were the size of Ogres as well. He stood up in the saddle of Gnarloc, and swung his wicked scimitar forward, motioning the advance. The larger beasts picked up their equipment and charged forward. At four hundred yards from the South West side of the city, they stopped, setting their Fire Ballistas down into the plains. The man-beings went work, arming the Ballistas, shifting weights, getting the most accurate firing arcs they could in the dank weather. Largo sat ontop of his mighty Dwarf Dragon, eyeing the fortress walls. A ranging shot was let loose from the walls, the ball hitting the ground nearly a hundred yards from the line. He smiled, they were well in range of his own seige weapons. He looked down his lines, 25 of the dark metal seige engines on either side of him. He stood up in his saddle, raising his sword high in the air. His men took their torches, lighting the end of the bolts sitting in the engines of death. With a silent motion, he brought his sword down in line with fortress. With a roar the Flame Ballista were fired, and 300 burning, steeltipped bolts went flying over the walls, imbeding themselves into the city beyond. There was no reaction, other than some faint screeming. Then, all at once there was a huge roar from within the walls, and there were more than a few bursts of flame from on top of the wall. The tar hidden in the tips of the balista bolts had lit, making burst of flame spew around them, lighting the city aflame. He turned to his second in command, the only other man in his company that was mounted, but he on a dark steed, "Tell them to re-arm, get ready for another volley."
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Post by vampiri on Jan 9, 2006 16:51:09 GMT -5
Vamp gatherd his forces and headed forth to the lines in which battle would commence with the thought of the tolerance that the warmaster had the thought of dont fail in head
"failure is nto an option to my dying race" Vamp muttered to himself
Vamp and his army of vampyre and Lykenthroat stood atop a great hill that over looked aesir the thought that humans were only across the battle field put fire in his veins
there was one thing running in his mind at the moment the miisiion seemed suicidal yet he was not going to let himself fail he was going to prove his armies worth
the ordio legio was his only hope of survival
Vamp noticed a small unit of wat seemed to b mercs close by. there commander seemd to be weraing large armor . vamp decided if he was going to get anywere he would have to make allies.
Vamp approached the commander
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Post by Grim on Jan 9, 2006 17:05:14 GMT -5
"Boss! Whys we gots ta stand ere an wait? cant we jus go in der an bash em all?" Sniggit said.
"Alonesss? You are a fooool!" came a reply from the lizard man Askari!
"Silence! Both of you we have a visitor! And by the looks of him a powerful allie." Zeke said. He approached the Vampyre lord. " Greetings from the Legions of darness friend! You and your warriors must be a new addition to our grand army. Or am i mistaken. My small band of followers are are a new addition but i am a survivor of the last great battle. When we were defeated!" His last words had betterness in them at the knowledge of the defeat of the old grand army. "Forgive me where are my manner." Zeke said.
" ya left em when ya joined the legion!" Said a stout broad ogre clad in a deep crimson armour." Zeke laughed the ogre was his 2nd in command.
"I am Zeke. And may i ask you name?" Zeke thrust out his half finger gloved hand that exposed only his fingers. The glowing green of his helmets skull faces eyes burned brightly and smouldered with a sickly green smoke.
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