Feint Whispers Chapter 7: Blood, Sweat, and Fears.

[jasamcarl]

Jericho

Jericho's foot, having decimated the goblin right, angles his infantry to the north east, pushing them up the him so to engage the still cohesive left. Rafts of pikes angle downwards as the human and goblin ranks begin to close, with hundreds of shrieks erupting as the right (your left) tip of the goblin line, already depleated from the assault by the guard, as well as the center left (your center right), completly collapse, black blood flowing profusly down the hillside, with individual greenskins scurrying away from the spears and pikes in a desperate attempt to esacape the phalanx.

Kravik, who was position at the far right, retreats further down the line, trying to mainain some order amongst the survivors, but the Knights quickly follow up the attack by the foot, wheeling to the east towards the side of the goblin line. The former center right of the goblin line, now a beleagured pocket of resistance, falls utterly to the charge of lance, sword, and hoof, only the black droplets of blood over the finely woven standards of their houses in any way besmirching the Knight's total victory. Kravik can not be seen to emerge from that vicious melee.

The remnants of the goblin left, now huddled together on the far left, fall to a barage of arrows from the archers and scouts, their final stand hardly noteworthy as they screech in pain, their small forms pushing past each other, attempting to use their kin as cover.

Goblin resistance has completly broken down. There is only scattered fighting here or there as individual greenskins make pathetic attempts to save themselves. The stench of blood and no less noxious excrements fill the previously crisp forest air, but for all intense and purposes, with little more than a minute passing since Jericho's forces converged on the goblin left wing..it's all over...

Out of Battle Initiative.

A Knight, his armor spotched with red and black blood, trots over to where Jericho is, surrounded by infantry, some dazed, some looting the goblin dead. He leads by rope a very familiar looking steed, an uncharacteristic smile emenating towards the D'orite from one of his rank, "Sir, we retrieved your horse." Saladin "NAYS!!!" in obvious happiness, licking Jericho's cheek. The Knight continues, "And this.." He takes a plain looking leather sack, filled with something, and throws it to Jericho's heels...

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: sorry for the lack of post yesterday. Family reunion...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney frowns at the shadow and slowly sets the string on her crossbow, not raising or loading it,but clearly ready to move as she looks at this.. thing in her friends body. All the while trying to figure what sort of .. thing they are facing and what could be done to spare their friend's life. Mist's fur stands on end as her back archs high in a long drawn out hiss.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho sighs cleaning his bloody blade as the knights and soldiers clean up the remnants. He smiles to Saladin and nuzzles his faithful steed’s nose, “Missed you too my friend.”

He checks Saladin over to make sure the horse is well, and if satisfied gets astride his noble steed to survey the field of battle. Once his glowing red blade is clean he raises it into the air, “Victory my friends, my allies, my brothers, we have vanquished the evil green skins and this day we have carried the banner of right into the heart of evil.”

Jericho has a soldier hand him the satchel, and he takes a look inside, with some interest…

 

[jasamcarl]

Jericho

The army, even the Knights, let out wave upon waves of "Hurrah!"s, thrusting their pikes, swords, and bows in the air. Many can be seen bowing their heads and whispering what one would assume is a silent prayer of thanks for their survival, though some are clearly mourning their dead comrades. The masses of dead greenskins, lying individually and in huge piles all along the inclined forest floor, are generall ignored..except for some of their equipment.

A young footman hands Jericho the satchel. Inside he finds the bald head of Sir Kravik, his attractive features mostly unblemished, his eyes open, staring back at the D'orite errily...

 

[Tokiwong]

The army, even the Knights, let out wave upon waves of "Hurrah!"s, thrusting their pikes, swords, and bows in the air. Many can be seen bowing their heads and whispering what one would assume is a silent prayer of thanks for their survival, though some are clearly mourning their dead comrades. The masses of dead greenskins, lying individually and in huge piles all along the inclined forest floor, are generall ignored..except for some of their equipment.

A young footman hands Jericho the satchel. Inside he finds the bald head of Sir Kravik, his attractive features mostly unblemished, his eyes open, staring back at the D'orite errily...

Jericho ties off the satchel and rests it in his lap, knowing just who would appreciate the gift once this dirty business was concluded...

 

[jasamcarl]

The same knight laughs, "We thought you'd like it, commander. You may be heathens, but we men of the north could use some of that foreign skill, and less of traitorous scum like 'Sir' Kravik" He pauses, cracks another smile, "Does the army have your leave to loot the goblin camp, sir?" He points northward, to where the gentle incline levels off..

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho looks northward, "The soldiers have my consent to march on the camp and stay wary of any traps or tricks... once I am satisfied, the soldiers may have their pick of treasures... when I am satisfied."

He urges Saladin towards the camp, gesturing for his officers to get the soldiers on the move.

 

[Krug]

"Foul thing," says Bhartus, raising his mace. "We have defeated you. Go with your tail tucked between your legs!"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"You are a quick one, little mortal"

Norri inclines his head briefly in acknowledgement of the complement.

"Foul thing," says Bhartus, raising his mace. "We have defeated you. Go with your tail tucked between your legs!"

Norri glances about him, watching pockets of goblins fleeings as fast as their diminutive stride can move them.

"Rathsek would be long gone unless there was a reason to stay," Norri says in response to Bhartus' demand, looking coolly at Tarowyn, "What keeps you here? You want something in exchange to get our friend back? If you're getting at something I'd request you hurry. The shorter our interaction Rathsek the better."