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Post by Larke on Jan 9, 2006 17:06:52 GMT -5
Victus watched as plumes of smoke drifted skywards from the western section of Aesir, Largo and his siege weapons were pummelling the city into submission. A cloaked man on horseback came charging towards him as the first ten thousand Legio marched forwards, instantly redirecting Solvig towards the rider Victus leveled his lance.
"Hail War master! I bring news from S'dala lord of Blades. He has seized the galleons and is making for Aesir." the rider said as Victus lifted his lance upright.
"Good then, find a unit and join the slaughter!" Victus spurred Solvig forward rejoining the Cavalry. All they need now do is weather the storm the Aesirians can throw at them until the gates are open.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 9, 2006 17:16:13 GMT -5
Largo was pleased as the first half of the Legio let loose its fury, charging towards the wall. He motioned for his company, and again with a battleroar they let loose their Balista, this time aimed at the battlements themselves. Many of the buring bolts struck the battlements, spewing forth tar and falling to the plains below, scortching the earth. Still more passed over the battlements, but the third of the bolt that struck their targets pleased him very much. When the bolts finaly lit up, sending moletn tar all over the walls, it created quite the display, and also destroyed any possibility of counter-seige weapons upon that section of the wall. He turned again to his second, "Order them forward 100 yards, and re-arm." THe slight man nodded, his deep voice carrying over the group, shouting orders to the sergeants, who in turn shouted to their own men. The line moved again, closer still to the buring city within.
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Post by tombxlordxsabre on Jan 9, 2006 17:17:18 GMT -5
S'dala drew his blades. His easy stance, and calm expression failed to convey his eagerness for battle.
Almost all of the assassins were in the last two galleons, just elite skeleton crews manning the rest. Two of the more respectable looking men were put into captain's clothes and placed on the decks of the first ships, so as not to rouse suspicions of the dock watch.
S'dala was onboard the first galleon to sail through the walls.
The plan went smoothly, or as smoothly as a potentially suicidal plan can go. The first ships were hailed and put to port while the last ships displaced their assassin cargo prior to reaching the main docks, dropping high anchor and allowing all of their crews to swim to the slum docks on the south bank right after entering the walls.
The first seven ships' men didn't get out of their boats so easily. As soon as the last ships began dragging behind, the first seven had already made it very close to the docks. The first, with S'dala on it, and one of the two false captains for appearances actually ran into the docks. About fifty of the black clad assassins jumped onto the unsteady docks to face the running city guard who had been recalled from manning the walls.
S'dala was at the dagger point that rammed into the ranks of the ill-prepared humans. His swords blazed fanatically as they tore through human flesh. The assassins around S'dala fared as well as he did as the skirmish raged onwards. The assassins would soon have to move on.
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Post by vampiri on Jan 9, 2006 17:38:13 GMT -5
"i am Vlad Draculis Count of the Vampyre armies yes i am a new addition but not so to say a very welcome addition but we are force and if its fighting you want me to do then i will fight"
Vlad pondered and what seemed to be an idea came about
"if u wish then ur troops may join my ranks , you see these wolve creatures they're claws will bury into any surface i intend to climb those walls and take out the cannons crews "
before Vamp could finish the attack had already begun
Vamp shouted to his troops "troops we move now loose formation keep your eyes on aesir for there revenge awaits "
Vamp turned to Zeke"if u wish mount up on our Lykenthroats or if u prefer run but keep close we can work together on this"
Vamp charged with his unit of Lyken showing no fear for the fate that cud await him as he reached withing range of the cannons he could here the agonsing screams as each brother fell "for Tepes" Vamp screamed as his lyken leaped at the stone walls
the humans had anticipated this attack as the lyken climbed huge boulders fell knocking the Vampyres troops into the earth
Vamp hurried on up towards the battlements barely missing the huge stones that fell and hit another brother below him.
Vamp had only just made it up onto the Battlement wall he dismounted his lyken and watched as he saw very little had made it up on to the castle battlements
"come now Brothers Cleanse these battlements of those who have opposed our race so long"
Vamp unsheathed the sword of his forefather who's blade showed signs of many battles and still stained with the blood of many a hybrid.
Vamp had yet to notice that he had attacked the wrong battlements as his units attacked the aesirians he Had noticed that ballista fire was pounding his position.
"brothers we must move further east i have misjudged our position move now quickly"
as the troops moved the fire from the ballistas ignited his men into smoking fiery corpses.
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Post by NecromundianLord on Jan 9, 2006 18:41:31 GMT -5
The city of Aesir had been plagued for some days now by a wealth of large black ravens that crowed and appeared to laugh at the human's plight, only moving aside when a stone or bolt was sent up in anger. Dark eyes saw all that occurred within that bastion of man, saw many a nook and cranny, knew just where to go once within the belly of that sprawling city. On occasion a single crow would fly out towards the north, disappearing into the hills beyond.
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In the rolling hills that flanked the deep pass through which the poor wretches that made up the city of Aesir's civilian population would attempt to escape, crouched upon a jutting crag of rock, Ahornbrud spat a greasy wad of phlegm into the gray painted rocks below. Dawn was quickly approaching, and the storm-ravens had reported that the dark army was on the move once again. Curling a thick finger through his heavy, dark red locks as the chill winds blew through his hair and swirled autumn leaves around thick legs, the mountain of a man grunts when the faintest sound of a pebble skittering off the path behind him politely announced his second's arrival. Harikon was a foot shorter than his eight foot tall Jarl, his sun bleached blond hair pulled back into a single, long warriors braid. Hard blue eyes stuck into the man's relatively flat, craggy skull, like twin cubes of northern ice that swept across the waking lands of the south. Trailing right behind him was Yusilov, the accepted leader of the kin that accompanied the forces, she was a powerfully built woman, and an adept storm magi. Tattoos in hues of ice ran along the woman’s arms, waves and the leviathans of the depths depicted neath savage, howling storms above.
Harikon spoke first as he watched the heavens grow brighter "the packs are eager my Jarl, the army will have to move soon lest they grow...to eager." Yusilov's hard, but angelic visage remained passive, unflinching, her blond hair flowing loose around her face. Her eyes, green as the deepest forest, gave her worry away, the kin where hers to command in battle unless orders came from him to the contrary, and when the packs grew to eager, it meant kin would die. A simple nod was all the answer and reassurance his fellows needed, they quietly departed towards the camps, the camps which for nights had had no fire to cook their food, raw, cold flesh filled the troops bellies, making them hunger and raising their fiery spirits higher. These southern nights didn't require the fire's warmth after all, and many of the men, and women, went about camp life in not but breeches made from ransacked cloth stores, after all these southerners were all too small to cloth the great people of the Northlands. The camp looked up though as a savage howl echoed down from where their leader crouched, four score more howls joined in as the men and women of the tribe began to gather up their gear. Furs, war paints and weapons settling into place upon tall, proud, powerful bodies, the tribe was going to war against the rest of Man.
*** Nervous looks were thrown skyward from the walls of Aesir, as just before the Ordo's armies began to move again, the thousands of ravens took to the sky, turning the dawn back into night, cackling upon the warm currents at the inevitable demise of the defenders.
*** The ground was aching, cold still from the night, weak in this warm weather, groaning as legions of monsters began to shake it further off past the city walls. A thick green plant's stalk cries out for the sun's warm rays, its scent and spore splattering across the ground to linger there, the air deathly still, as a large gray paw takes it's life, claws leaving furrows in the stone all around the stubborn plant. Welcome musty scents of fur pad along behind him, Ahornbrud's pack was six strong, warriors all without par. The seven hulking dire wolves followed their Alpha down into the shadows cast by the pass, the sudden blanketing of the sun giving them ample cover from the large blue watchtowers. The wind being dead kept the guard’s dogs from smelling the wolves that approached, multiple packs converging around the base of each watchtower. Soon, very soon they would leap from the shadows and blood would run warm over savage fangs, and warmer still down powerful throats.
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Post by Grim on Jan 9, 2006 18:47:07 GMT -5
Zeke watched as Vlad Pounded away on the huge wolf like creature several stood there looking at him an his men, he and his elites each mounted a beast as he shouted the oder for the rest of his mercs to charge in on foot. "We will regroup at the main tavern! then we will fan out and destroy key points.
The Lycans bounded off he steered them east as he watched vlads force sink southwards, wondering why he could only conclude that they were linking up with the siege company. He and his elites climbed the walls unhindered. The human loyalists were concentrating on Vlads attack only then did Zeke notice vlads force were in the line of friendly fire. "Elites form up on me when we reach the top of the walls!" They reached the top and dismounted unseen near a turret tower of the walls the Lycans bounded off in search of prey to feast upon. Zeke and his band of Elites 20 men in total un sheathed their weapons, Zeke took ahold of his War scythe and formed wrist mounted claws from his wrist gauntlets "Move!" he bellowed as they surged forwards and out of the cover of the turret towards Vlads strugling warriors. Smashing into the rear of the human lines who were preventing Vlads force from breaking out and away from the seige attacks. The Elites moved so silently they were half way through the line before they were noticed and then all hell broke loose. Zeke launched his war scythe in a spinning arc slicing men in half with ease he quickly slung it on his back as he began to kick and punch using the wrist claws. His elites used a wide range of weaponry from repeater crossbows to double ended swords Mordog his Ogre 2IC had large possessed iron and stone fists oozing with demented powers that he used to smash his way through the humans Sniggit used a large ungainly chopping axe. Askari used an odd clawed whip with multiple lashes and and spat vemon from his fanged mouth. Kodiak was an odd creature that resembeled an insect tho he was huse and broad his 4 muscled arms each wielded a powerful weapon, an axe a sword a sickle and a hammer, he used them in such grace that limbs were effortlessly hacked off and Kliesha a rogue elf used a double bladed sword staff. and Lynx another human thin and gaunt clad in light black armour wielded tonfa like blades. these were Zekes most trusted elites.
Zeke paused for a second taking in the battle, He reveled in it and shouted.
"THE CARNAGE HAS BEGUN!"
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Post by Jerok on Jan 9, 2006 20:49:43 GMT -5
Largo couldn't stand it anymore, he gave the order of contiuous fire, and left his second to command the Seige Company. The pelting of the city would continue without him. He drove Gnarloc hard, running along the base of the fortress wall. He finally came to the weakened and splintering gate. He gave a great battle cry and lept from off from the Dwarf Drake, grabbing hold of the top of the gate. He hacked away at it until he had enough room, then slipped through. His plan worked against him, he slipped in so quietly that the soldiers barring the gate didn't notice him, and he fell on top of them, tangling in a heap. Quickly he got out of the mess, slaying all of the men. Only one man charged him, straight into Largo's blade. He withdrew his blade, and took his time sauntering over to the chains holding the gate closed. He brought his sword up in two hand and with a roar sliced down through the thick chains. There was the large sound of of breaking, and the gates fell open. He stood in the main gate, smiling with his hand wide, as if inviting the huge amount of Ordio Legio cavalry charging towards him from across the plains. He swept back up on the back of Gnarloc, charging past the hordes of men headed towards the gates. He wanted better than these puny things could offer him. He headed for the eastern bridge, which would be just out of range of his artillery.
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Post by dogaro on Jan 9, 2006 21:20:29 GMT -5
Dinari walk toward the walls of the city, veiled in the cloak of light and shadow, unseen and unheard by those even feet away. As he entered the rivers waters, his wings slowly melted into his body, though his scales remained holding air which he would use to ascend to the surface once he entered the city. He slipped below the surface, unseen by all and used his partially reptilian form to travel with speed and stealth through the waters. once well within the walls of the city, Dinari rose to the surface, allowing his scales to meld into human flesh. He rose from the water a human to all, though no one noticed the man rise from the water and walk the shores. this city was occupied with other matters, and he would see that his gods wishes were true. This city would fall, he knew of that. As he walked toward the presence of humans, blending in almost perfectly with the human troops.
Drawing upon the forces of magic he raised his blade, pointing it at the nearest man, though not harming him. His sword arm arched down on his fellow soldier. The reaction was almost instantanious. Men jumped him, slashing him, while he parried their blows. The sounds rang out of "Traitor" and "Sabatoge", but Dinari was off to work on annother group by then. Reenforcements would be on the way and more people had to die to achieve his gods plan.
As he walked toward annother group, a rather tall burly man aproached him. "Why don't you help destroy the trator mage?" he said, "I'm sure your magic could be well used... or maybe your magic has already been used." his sword in hand, the human attacked the, hoping to remove the head of this evil abomination. His sword, however, never reached it's target. summoning the force of magic, Dinari blocked the blade, impaling it's owners head instead.
At this point a group of warriors noticed the disturbance, and saw the death of their comerad. Forgeting the slain "Trator" they charged the new threat. So be it, Dinari thought as he readied for the attack. Scales appeared upon his flesh, Wings grew from his form, and his size increased by nearly five times. His claws enlongated, and his teeth extended. He began to look like a dragon, or a rather large human with long teeth, wings, scales and claws.
The warriors, upon seeing this horror, faltered, but continued their charge. Big mistake. Claws Ripped guts from the first attacker as he landed a glancing blow against the arm of this new terrible beast, a blow that was rendered inaffective by the scales. The second man was far more lucky. He drew blood before having his arms ripped from his body. Flames consumed the rest of the group, melting their armor to the ground they land on. As the winged creature jumped back into the water the sounds of the still living mass of melted metal and flesh echoed, crying out for help that would never come.
In the water, Dinari looked to his injury. It was a new sensation, pain. he had never felt it. He knew that he would have to heal it, Blood flowed freely as he licked the wound. It scabbed over and was soon completely healed. He swam using his wings, going further into the city.
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 9, 2006 21:30:59 GMT -5
Bane and his two hundred cavalry stormed forward, bellowing warcries after the hundreds of humans who ran screaming in front of them. They had successfully followed in after the mob of peasants and foot soldiers, and now the fools were pinned in between the narrow slopes of the pass; nowhere to escape. Bane howled savagely, his cry echoing above the din of all the others just behind him, tears of eerie red flame leaked from his eyes as he tore over the ground with his massive sword held in one raised hand.
Somewhere ahead and through the burning haze of his frenzy, Bane could see the massive blue shapes that the scout had reported. They did not look like towers to him but he ignored that fact for the moment, intent on filling his mouth with hot, fresh blood. With a murderous roar, he trampled into the rear of the peasants, hacking left and right with rampant hatred and bloodlust.
A knight attempted to attack him, spurring on his white steed with a battle cry but Bane glared, releasing his hold over his terrifying aura. His own enhanced eyesight could pick out the knight’s eyes widening suddenly in his great helm, shocked by the wash of cold menace that swept over him like an icy rain. Peasants screamed in horror and even some of the closest Vimbaal gasped in momentary shock.
With ease, Bane drove his sword through the charging steed’s neck and then through the stunned rider; severing him in half. Bane grabbed the shorn torso and raised it above his head, letting the steaming hot blood and organs bathe down on him, searing his throat with raw life energy. Ironcutter was also giving him a backflow now from its lifestealing powers, filling Bane with an ultimate sense of godly supremacy. He screamed in frenzy.
In the sky a burst of fire appeared, set off by an archer somewhere. It signaled the attack of Vardek’s group, and Bane watched as swarms of centaurs tore over the slopes down to finish off the peasants and attack the towers. But something was wrong with those towers, Bane realized.
They were moving.
With a sudden wrench of anger in his gut, Bane watched the blue structures unfold like sapphire lotuses; the light bouncing off of shiny, rough surfaces. Wings and talons became apparent in moments as the things took to the sky, equine heads leering with horns and razor sharp teeth; dragons. Four, two hundred foot long thunder dragons. Bane’s flaming red eyes widened as with a snarl of rage, he realized they stood no chance versus the mighty beasts; tamed no doubt to the service of the humans. Loathingly, he raised his voice to his already fleeting forces.
“Retreat! We must return to the main force now. And quickly!”
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Post by Sephiroth on Jan 10, 2006 5:46:29 GMT -5
Furious flames roared out from the chard buildings and the temple doors open, there he stands in his mighty form behind the door watching as his wife and child are cut down by his own reflection she stares at Seph “why, why are u doing this!” her screams eco out as his image turns toward him charging in a blood ridden frenzy and strikes with his great cleaver. Seph’s eyes burst open the city a blaze, his horror from his thoughts turns to delight as he sensed the panic and fear from those that dwell still within the walls. A broken solider crying in front of a statue amongst the fire crying “god, oh mighty lord save us, save us!” Seph towers over the pathetic man looking down on him like dirt “were are they attacking from, tell Me.” his calm voice confused the man for he stood in burning ruins, dark beasts had already reached the walls. Seph lifts the man by his throat your worthless snapping his neck to an unfortunately unarmed corpse.
A symphony of great cry’s sounded from a nearby building his eyes lit up for wyverns were near. He raced to the blazing stables and smashed thru the door engulfed in flames the walls still cold stone, there the three mighty beasts stood. He mounts one which dose not favor his presence whipping its poison barb and lunging at him, he quickly doges and pulls it into the back of the creature as the second dives forward with its great fangs and catches Seph within its mouth, Seph pushes its jaws open once again to walk out of the beast jaws and grabbing its nose to swing up to mount it and tore its top jaw from its head, the third coward and lowered its self two him admitting defeat.
he reclaimed the top jaw and ripped the horn’s off he lunged one thru the head and locked it in place with two of the beasts fangs for a shield, then tore its venomous bladed barb from the corps using its bone as a hilt. Now armed he sets off for battle, the burning roof bursts open with a display of dancing ember behind the wyvern’s flight
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Post by vampiri on Jan 10, 2006 7:42:04 GMT -5
Vamp wondered whether his foot troops had mad it through the arc of the siege weaponry and hacked away bitterly as the thought of all the brethren he had lost already
it was then that his vampiric rage took control of his body the thought of his forefather Tepes put a bloody rage in him
Vamp sheathed his sword and began to jump on the human s in rage sucking their blood dry at this moment the rest of his squad did the same claiming the blood of the humans and feasting on vengeance the eastern battlements were clear but at a heavy price Vamp then grabbed a large piece of kindling and lighted it from one of his own flaming troops still glaring in anger he signaled to sieging troop to show that the battlements were clear
he looked around at his brothers well what was left of them.
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Post by Larke on Jan 10, 2006 8:42:07 GMT -5
Victus snarled atop Solvig as the great beast pounded forwards, everything was already going awry and the assault had just begun.
Some fools had scaled the eastern walls and found themselves in the middle of Largo's siege weapons fire, and the crazed fool Largo had decided he was going to open the gate by himself. Not that Victus entirely cared how it was open, but why couldn't Largo have done that during the first siege!
Solvig lead the tip of the Cavalry charge as it trampled any foolish enough to get in its way, rushing through the gateway Victus levelled his lance at the first reinforcements. They quickly formed a shield wall as once spotting the rushing beasts, the heavy lance tore through six men before finally snapping. The cavalrymen with him struck home quickly afterwards, the ranks of men disapaited into a sprawled mess of wounded and dying.
Ignoring them he urged Solvig northwards through the burning city, casting aside the broken lance Victus retrieved a three headed flail from his saddle straps. Leaning in low on his mounts right Victus swept his weapon downards smashing open a mans face, the spiked balls raked across it as the rider and mount continued on. Leaving the human defender screaming in pain, for a few moments anyway.
Solvig's left head dipped low snapping at limbs and heads, maiming the foe so others could have sport with them. Travelling at quick speed the bridge was soon in sight, a small group of warriors were already engaged in melee.
Crashing into the sprawling battle Victus immediately reakonised the Assassins under S'dala's command, the Lord of Blades himself was circled by a number of mutilated bodies. His twin sabres glowed with a bright inner red as he slashed apart his victim. Spurring Solvig towards him he called out to S'dala.
"This explains why you did not open the gates then!" Victus smirked as he caved in a mans skull with a swift blow.
"It seems you got in anyway Victus." The Duis barely diverted his gaze as he slashed another opponent four times within a heart beat.
"Yes well it is not one yet, Largo has set half the damn city on fire. I fear his weapons were too effective." Victus laughed at the prospect, S'dala ignored him.
Turning in his saddle he spotted one of his subordinates gleefully taunting his mount with a severed arm. Victus coaxed Solvig to come up next to the heavy set creature, kicking him when within reach Victus laughed as the mount snatched the arm from its rider.
"Sol. Stop your fooling and take half the cavalry to the north most Bridge, stop any reinforcements crossing and any humans retrearting." Victus ordered him, watching as Sol motioned for his men to follow him they sped off along the banks of the river.
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Post by NecromundianLord on Jan 10, 2006 9:59:09 GMT -5
Ahornbrud lets a very low snarl loose from his throat, the packs were in position too late, the damn wyrm's had already taken flight...time to switch tactics. Tipping his head back a howl rips from his savage jaws, no doubt that would call down unwanted attention but it was needed. The tribe stopped bothering with stealth, the storm magi dropping their shield of shadows...hundreds of northern berserkers sprung into view in full war regalia. A chant began to boom and thunder from them as the packs all pulled together to stand together in the center of the pass, just before the mass of escaping civilians. A dozen to either side howl to the tribe, those mounted on the massive horses that carried many a rider through battle besides horrific wounds, sprung down the sides of the pass to join them. One particularly powerfully built rider approaches the leader of the south man's cavalry. "We well help you get your people out, I suggest haste before the ordo learns of our presence!" By the time the man spurred his mount around, the packs were streaming down the sides of the civilians, snarling and yipping, spurring the fearful whelps down the pass...as they headed for the northern gate of the city, they would make fine reinforcements for the beleaguered men.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 10, 2006 12:47:49 GMT -5
Largo rode Gnarloc hard, passing by on the outer edges of his artilleries range, allowing hinmself a smile at the damage. He came to the Eastern Bridge, where a party of men we're crossing the river. Not worth his time. He kicked in the stirrups of Gnarloc, and the beast let out a fireball, cleansing the stone bridge of all organic material, including the men, down to their bones. He continued on, passing through the empty areas that the departed civilians called home. SOon he could see the stone walls of the Castle itself, and went to the opposite side of it as the battle. He left Gnarloc, below the wall as he scaled it, sneaking into the outer courtyards. He entered the man building through a wooden side door that had been re-inforced with steel. He began to traverse the building, making his way to the upper courts...
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Post by madlarkin on Jan 10, 2006 12:56:28 GMT -5
Balphegor finished uttering the ancient incantation of his ancestors onto Garlash, sheathing the demon scythe in the harness on his back. All around him, his Bloodbane warriors prepared for the coming battle, eager to enact revenge upon the city of men.
The merciless blood sage had not attended the war council of the previous night, unwilling to participate in the bickering of proposed battle plans. He had sent the reluctant Kortelis to the meeting, and his second had informed him of the Warmasters' propostion to attack the city walls once more. Apparently a cavalry force had rode to intercept the fleeing civilians of the city, though whether they would succeed in destroying them, Balphegor did not know. One thing was for sure, the civilians would be heavily guarded.
Despite the intense bloodlust and fury rising within each and every member of the Bloodbane, himself included, Balphegor was no fool, and would not expend his elite troopers by throwing them mindlessly at the enemy defences. He had devised a plan of his own, based on the failure of the previous attack.
It seemed the mortal fleshlings possessed a more than adequate coverage of the battle on the ground, utilising superior weaponry to inflict critical damage on the foot troops of the Legion. But it was from the air that they were weak. Despite their own mounted air cavalry and what Kortelis had reported from the feedback at the council meeting to be "invisible projectiles", Balphegor knew that with the aid of his trusty Demisaar, he would make sure the gates fell, from within if necessary.
Looking across the small Bloodbane camp, Balphegor surveyed his troops as they were organised into small five strong squads for the coming assault. His plan was simple; assault the defenders from the air, and secure entrance to the city for his fanatical elites. It would be a challenge no doubt, even with the combined forces of the Legion's many soldiers and gigantic war machines.
He would need aid. Balphegor had noted the efficiency of Warmaster Sirius's flying warrior cadre. Even now, as he gazed over the massed ranks of warriors, his keen eyes picked out the flying soldiers, arming up and preparing to take to the skies for war. Marching over to Kortelis and his assembled men, Balphegor growled deeply to each of the waiting soldiers as he prepared to depart.
"Remember to wait for the signal before you advance," he instructed, laying a hand on each of their shoulders as he marched along their line. "Tonight we will be feasting within the walls of Aesir," he said with a dark laugh, "and the streets will run red with the blood of puny men." With that, Balphegor turned and strode towards the snorting, impatient form of his Demisaar, mounting the beast and making his way towards the Warmaster Sirius and his warriors.
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