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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 22:30:24 GMT
His legs hurt, his lungs burned, Captain Roland Miar was no longer a young man, and they had been running for a long time. Fort Kyra was destroyed, his command was broken, Miar and a handful of survivors were racing towards the village of Tyth, there they could regroup and make a stand. The Horseborn were closing in, they had managed to evade them thus far but the thundering of hoof beats was drawing nearer. In the distance stood Tyth, their refuge, so close but so far away as Horseborn arrows peppered the stragglers, their screams drove the remaining Silver Guard to run as hard as they could as the Horseborn closed in, "Run for your lives" Captain Miar shouted.
Lieutenant Arthus Dran watched as Silver Guard and militia fighters dragged whatever materials they could into a crude barricade, only a handful of Silver Guard had agreed to come with him to help the badly under equipped militia defend Tyth, and he couldn't blame them for that. This was a suicide mission, a gamble to buy time for the villagers to escape. He fully expected to die here, but he would be damned if he allowed the innocent people of Tyth to be slaughtered by the merciless Horseborn. A scout came racing from the north, "Silver Guard approach from the north road!" He yelled, "Horseborn are upon them!" Lieutenant Dran drew his sword, a mighty bastard sword, its blade gleamed in the afternoon sun. "Warriors!" He yelled, "Ready yourselves!" The cry was repeated across the village as Silver Guard and militia scrambled to grab their weapons and evacuate the villagers.
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Post by yumichi on Jan 21, 2015 22:22:37 GMT
Asra was tired, her hands and arms hurted from carrying those materials and building a barricade, or at least they tried to built a barricade. She was nervous and knew that all of them probably would die. When those horseborn come she knew they wouldn't stand a chance. When she was about to walk back to get some more materials to strongen the barricade, she heard someone shouting "Silver Guard approach from the north road. Horseborn are upon them." Horseborn... only that word made her furious, she really hated those creatures, those monsters killed her family. She was snapped out her thoughts when she heard lieutenant Dran yelling that they should ready themselves. She felt nervous, but strong, she wasn't afraid of those horseborn. Asra hurried to her weapons and took quickly her scimitar, bow and arrows. And readied herself for battle. She couldn't wait to see some dead horseborn.
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Post by The Glass Ninja on Jan 23, 2015 17:10:08 GMT
Vaul slammed the chair across the doorframe, the heavy legs splintering at the blow. Another slam broke the large piece of furniture, a few splinters scattering against his steel breast-plate. Tossing the parts of the chair to a militiaman, Vaul moved with purpose out into the street, snatching up his sword and shield. He knew that the fighting further north had gone bad, and the warrior knew he had to be ready for what was coming. He'd been leading a squad of militia in stacking various debris from the village across the main street, ready to block the horseborn. Having been a cavalryman for most of his life, he knew how easy it was to foul a horse with an effective barricade.
"Spears to the fore!" He yelled, slamming his broadsword against the rim of his round shield. The militia men who'd been following him for the last hour sprang forward, those with spears climbing to the tops of the barricade. Following the more lightly armoured soldiers, Vaul found himself staring down the straight road to the north. His eyes moved across the horizon, picking up the cloud of dust often thrown up by quickly moving soldiers.
A week in Shen-shadin across the northern border, fighting horseborn in hit and run actions, the small force he'd managed to attach himself to, one of many since the tragedy that befell his company, harrying the masses of savage beasts. A single week before they had high hopes of never seeing any of the northern forts broken. They'd been wrong. He'd even been riding into fort Kyra when the first of the Horseborn had been sighted. Then he'd been away, riding hard for Tyth, desperate to tell them what was happening.
He'd never seen so many of the savages together all at once. It was only the sight of one of the northern tribsewoman that shocked him back into awareness. The woman was bustlign around with a bow. They had more reason than most to hate the monsters bearing down on them. Vaul shook his head, helmet firm, and prepared himself. He had no time for anything other than battle, now.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 4:59:42 GMT
As the call to arms echoed across the village Asad Faqua placed his young granddaughter in the back of the lead cart, villagers scrambled to get children and the elderly into the first two carts while throwing valuables into the rear two. Asad was an old man from the steppes of Kyra, aged over 50 years, 50 long, hard years of violence and loss. The Horseborn had taken his wife, his sons, his daughter, and now they were taking his home, that little girl of just five years was all he had left, and he would die before he left those monsters take her too. With a heavy heart he climbed into the cart's seat and picked up the reins, "Hold on!" He hollered as he whipped the horse forward, leading the villagers in a race away from Tyth and the Horseborn that were falling upon it.
They were mere yards from the makeshift barricade the locals had constructed, the last half dozen members of the Silver Guard garrison were mere steps ahead of the Horseborn behind them, then they hit the barricade and the Horseborn hit seconds behind them. Sandwiched between the wall and a Horseborn spear, Captain Roland Miar collapsed to the ground as Horseborn smashed through the barricade.
Militia and Soldiers raced towards the barricade, taking whatever weapons they could to brace against the Horseborn charge. Lieutenant Dran raised his sword, "At the ready! Brace for impact!" He yelled.
"Sir!" A milita fighter cried, "What of those survivors? They'll be caught between the Horseborn and us."
"Then so be it." He said, "Nothing we do can help them." The Horseborn crashed against the barricade, smashing through as the warriors caught between them and the wall screamed in pain. "Warriors!" He shouted, "Fight for your homes!" With an oath he charged at the Horseborn, sword held high.
Sigard looked up at the noise. Distaint figures were racing into the town, mostly afoot. Here and there, a Horseborn rider galloped up, loosing arrows. As he watched, a man couched a spear and a horseborn stumbled into it. Sigard dug his spurs into his own horse. His companions, all thirteen of them, were also picking up speed. The mercenaries had been traveling for several days, but not at any troubled pace, now, their warhorses tore up the earth as they pounded towards the town. Sigard glanced around. “Bard!” he shouted to their leader. “Into the town or do we charge?” He unshipped his iron-headed lance from its rest.
“The town!” bellowed the huge man. “I won’t be taking too many risks with these creatures.”
Sigard cursed under his breath, but raised his lance, carrying it in his free hand as the riders galloped into the town. Sigard reigned his horse and slid off of it, throwing the reigns to Darman, one of the younger riders. He made sure to hold his weapon non-threateningly as the village elder approached. “How many men do you-” Bard interrupted him. “How much to drive these creatures out?” demanded the big man. Sigard frowned under his helmet.
"We have nothing to give." The elderly man stammered, "Anything we have we have-" The man didn't get to finish his statement as a Horseborn arrow pierced his skull, sending him sprawling across the ground. Horseborn warriors charged at the company as they scrambled to charge back or brace for impact.
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Post by Nepty on Jan 31, 2015 7:54:29 GMT
Cursing himself in his indescision, Sigard threw a glance back to his horse. It was too far away to get to just now. His sword or dirk wasn't going to do much good and his longaxe took too much time to pull off his back. He muttered a prayer to his silent gods and knelt, and couched the lance against the ground, angling it to face the chest of a horseborn warrior running straight towards him.
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Post by The Glass Ninja on Feb 1, 2015 20:33:03 GMT
The charging horseborn were truly terrifying to the militia around Vaul. Most of them had never seen the beasts this close before, and he could nearly hear the piss running down their legs. With a growl, the heavily armoured warrior turned, sheathed his blade and seized a spear in his gauntleted hand from the trembling fist of a militiaman. Pivoting on his right foot, he heaved it forcefully towards a galloping monster. The flung weapon sailed through the air, gently revolving and letting a soft hiss herald its flight, before a meaty thud brought it to a quivering standstill in the heart of the lead Horseborn. The human-like face of the creature registered shock, followed quickly be a scream that split the air and followed the beast as it tripped over its own rapidly spasming legs - it tumbled end over end, its four long legs flailing in all directions as the bones that made up its ribcage met the dirt, the beast's momentum breaking and crushing its innards.
Vaul had already redrawn his sword, and swung the length of steel in his his hand. Bringing up his cavalry shield, he turned and waved for the militiamen around him to come forward "Lock shields! Form a wall - spears to the front, braced!" The call went down the line, desperate men trying to form up against the inexorable horseborn charge - the charge that their fragmented line would soon be forced to receive.
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Post by yumichi on Feb 2, 2015 16:06:41 GMT
Asra didn't expect this, she didn't expect the horseborn would so easily smash the barricade. It was stupid of her that she had letted her guard down, that's why she's on the ground. When the barricade was smashed, she got hit and fell. Luckily she didn't get hurt. The Kyran looked for her scimitars, those just laid beside her. She quickly took her scimitars and got up. Just in time, when she got up, she was immediately attacked by a horseborn. Asra managed to dodge the attack and slashed the creature with her two scimitars. The look on his face was filled with pain. "Feel my revenge, monster!" Asra said to the horseborn just before he fell dead to the ground. Asra wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve and said "One down, now the others."
When Asra was about to attack another horseborn, she heard a silverguard shout that all the warriors should form a line. Shields and spears in the front. The Kyran nomad didn't have a spear neither a shield, so she went into the line just behind the spear wielders. She hoped that this would work and that they would survive.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 2:35:05 GMT
Caught off guard and dismounted Bard and his mercenaries panicked and scrambled, some raced for their horses, others tried to run from the beasts, Bard himself pulled a hand axe from his belt and threw it at the beasts, the axe embedded itself in the lead Horseborn's chest with a dull thump. Sigard watched as the beast bearing down on him tried to stop, the one behind it crashed into him and they both tumbled forwards into Sigard's outstretched lance, the lance snapped under the force of the collision, Sigard drew his dirk and leapt unto the downed beasts, he raised the blade high and stabbed down onto the wretched creature beneath him, he stabbed the damned beast again and again as it thrashed and tried to throw him off. With a roar of hate Sigard brought the blade down on creature's neck, with a gargled scream the beast died. Sigard stood, still clutching the bloody blade. To his left Bard ran a downed Horseborn through with his sword, to his right a youth, barely old enough to grow his first chin hairs stood above a dead beast, a spear jutting from it's midriff, the boy was motionless as he struggled to grasp what he had done. The rest of their company had not fared as well, their horses were scattered, their comrades dead or dying, Horseborn warriors ran amok in the village throwing torches into hay piles and houses. Militia fighters were struggling to keep up as the Horseborn trashed the village of Tyth. "Come on lads," Bard said his normal boisterous speech gone, "These people need our help." The boy nodded, Bard's voice seemingly breaking through the shock that gripped him, without a word he reached out and grasped the spear before him pulling it from the dead Horseborn with a sickening schlick.
Vaul watched as the militia struggled to follow his orders, some dropped their weapons and ran, some stood motionless with fright, the Silver Guard led by their Lieutenant raced in to plug the gap as the Horseborn attacked. The Horseborn bowled over the ragged line, Vaul stood resolute as one of the beasts charged him, the creature reared up and kicked at him, it's hoofs smashing against his shield, he thrust out with his blade, stabbing it's vulnerable underside. Even as the beast fell another attacked him striking him with a sword, his pauldron saved him from injury as he staggered back.
As the line collapsed Arsa stepped forwards, she slashed out with her scimitars trying to trip up the beasts that ran past her, two of them fell to the ground behind her as she sliced into their legs. One of the beasts crashed into her knocking her to the side, she scrambled to her feet as another swung a blade at her, she managed to block the attack but the beast swung again, she sidestepped the attack and slashed at it's legs cutting deeply, the beast fell forwards with a cry of pain. Hatred burned in her eyes as she slashed at the beast's torso, it lashed out with it's sword and cut into her left arm, she jumped back with a cry of pain and her scimitar clattered to the ground. A militia fighter raced up and impaled the beast from the side. Before she could give thanks a Horseborn axe cleaved through the man's head, she brought up her scimitar to defend herself as the beast came at her.
Lieutenant Dran wielded his sword in a heavy tow handed grip, he struck down an elder Horseborn with swing that knocked the beast to the side, a back swing took another as he kept walking forwards. His force of Silver Guard gave as good as they got cutting down the Horseborn, but no matter how hard they fought many got through and began to run amok in the village, houses were in flames as militia fighters struggled to contain the rampaging beasts.
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Post by Nepty on Feb 3, 2015 3:43:37 GMT
Sigard decided to forgo mounted combat. His horse wouldn't be in too much danger, he hoped. And if it did...he looked around. There were plenty left riderless. He took the five foot, heavy-headed axe off his back and advanced on the horseborn, swinging in in deadly figure-eights. He knew from experience that the crescent blade of an Aldain-axe could cut a charging horse near in half. Perhaps it could do the same for these honorless níðingr. Beside him, bard was rallying what remained of their band -perhaps eight men. The rest were badly wounded, or even outright killed. (historical precedence for sigard's axe, by the way en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dane_Axe maximum viking)
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Post by yumichi on Feb 7, 2015 22:40:39 GMT
Asra was just about to say thank you to the militia fighter when a Horseborn axe cleaved through the man's head. The Kyran nomad just stood there with wide eyes, she was shocked and caught off guard for a moment, untill she realised that there stood a Horseborn right before her. Asra looked up at the Horseborn who grinned. That made her even more angry, "you monsterous creatures... you need to die" She cursed and suddenly attacked the Horseborn. Asra felt a heavy pain in her left arm and couldn't use that arm properly, but she couldn't really care. Although she was aware she might die, but those creatures needed to die first. So she attacked that Horseborn and slashed with her scimitars.
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