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| Author | The Temple of Elemental Evil |
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As many as could stand atop the wall peered toward the sea and their salvation. "One ship? ONE SHIP!!?" Those words were echoed by many voices and their hearts sunk to new lows. How would Dacron's lone ship of pirates help win the war? Each pirate was skilled at his craft but they were in no way soldiers. They were used to attacking merchant ships with little resistance, not forming lines and fighting an army. The people expected to see a vast fleet of ships, stuffed with hired warriors. Now the commanders quickly began discussing if they were even going to charge out of the citadel as they were told to. Madness, suicide, treachery! The lone cool head in the group was Doc.
He calmly stated that Dacron was a smart man and would have something up his sleeve. This did little to quell the growing doubt among both the leaders and common soldiers. The enemy quickly sent some catapults to the shore and fired boulders at the ship but it was out of reach. How were they going to land their troops was the next question to be raised.
"Well lads. Let us at least die in battle and not cowering behind the walls." Lord Otis began one of those inspiring speeches that a great general gives before battle, even in the face of certain death. These types of men were born for moments like this. The soldiers accepted the grim reality and as one, pledged to fight to the last man to save their families, their dreams, their city. | The day passed into night with no red flag signal from the Sea Dragon but the soldiers could not sleep, as they feared a night attack. Indeed something was going on in the enemy camp as the fires increased and dotted the landscape. Doc was sent out to see what was happening. He returned and his face was grim and this time he could not hide the worry he felt.
" I am afraid I have some bad news. Many more troops arrived in the darkness. Dark elves, shrews, giant lizards with riders, giants, the creatures of the night and all their undead minions, and monsters from the plane of Hell itself. There is no hope and Dacron can hardly be faulted, whatever help he was able to muster as he was unaware of these new terrors arriving. Gather your families unto you and make ready to enter whatever awaits one when they meet death."
The new arrivals streamed in from the South but their passing did not go unnoticed by watchful, almond-shaped eyes in the forest. | Daylight showed the enemy forming battle lines with the great ram out in front, surrounded by trolls who would be the engine to push down the great city gates. The monsters still held the shore and Dacron could do nothing at this point but wait. The men in the city kissed their wives and children and readied for battle. It was surreal, and the faces of those who were about to die stared at each other with a numb expressionless look. "We will make a stand worthy of bards to sing of in distant lands! We will die like the warriors we are and there is no shame in that!" Lord Otis rallied the troops the best he knew how and the soldiers grew angry over their fate and set their jaws tight. These evil beings would pay a costly price for coming here. Men with nothing else to live for, once they conquered the fear of death, are dangerous foes indeed, especially when protecting their homes. So it was in ancient times and this day would prove no different! The sound of screeching griffins pierced the air. Derik and his paladins were here at last! Dacron raised the red signal flag that was to set the soldiers into motion to attack.
It was hard to estimate the numbers of paladins as their steeds broke formation and began their dives. The gates were unbarred and began to swing open and at that moment a horn was heard from the hills. Korg the barbarian knew that horn. His people had come after all. | | Derik and his paladins began their work from their griffin mounts, diving, slashing, stabbing and causing confusion. This allowed the Empire soldiers to enter the field of battle and quickly form a line. Their cavalry sped towards the beach to allow Dacron the opportunity to dock his ship. They made quick work of the few troops that manned the catapult keeping the boat at bay and wheeled back to the main force. They had to hold out until the barbarians made their way to the field. The barbarian hoard was large but not enough to turn the advantage for the good people of the city. Still, their war cries heard at their rear worked to hearten the soldiers as they waited for the enemy to advance. The trolls that manned the great ram abandoned it seeing the gates open and before they could get back to their own lines, they were attacked by a number of paladins who broke formation and sped towards them. It was a matter of seconds and every troll was slain as they were no match for these amazing warriors. A cheer went up from the walls as the women, children, and the aged watched them die. A large group of hobgoblins carrying scaling ladders broke to the West wall in a full sprint. They were instructed to gain access and begin the slaughter of the innocent citizens, demoralizing the soldiers so they could be routed. Lord Otis screamed at his men to hold their lines and ignore what was happening to their right. They had to hope the people could fend off the attack with rocks and oil placed upon the wall for such an event. To either side of Empire's line were three animated oaks, courtesy of Doc, their job being to help protect the flanks. No one noticed the small gnarled hand that gripped the well wall inside the city. A small figure crawled out of the well and surveyed the situation. | Due to a bizarre series of events I am locking this thread.
Creepy stalker rating 1-10 scale? 250!
So to conclude this short lived series....
EVERYONE DIED! THE END | | closed by Modi (2009-09-12 14:41:53) |
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