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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5132558" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Emotion swept through the tiring defenders! They pushed forward. Inspired by the white warrior I landed three quick thrusts and managed to reach the wall, which some time ago had been taken. I hauled myself up on it, lifted my rapier in the air and added my own simple cry of defiance. “Montfort! To me!” and leapt down onto the muddy bank into the massed barbarians.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">How we actually turned them I do not know. How I survived I do not know. But sure enough before long Montfort had reclaimed the wall and driven the assault back. The barbarians, routed, fled back across the ford to cower in the trees.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We began to regroup and remove our wounded from the field so that the women could try and save them. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I rested, sitting casually on the wall, my feet idly swinging back and forth when into view flying at great speed, low across the water was an eagle. One that looked remarkably familiar. Even at this distance and its speed, it was an ugly, ugly bird. Argonne!</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Pursuing him flew, for there is no better way to describe it, a mighty chariot pulled by a dozen huge reindeer. They galloped through the air, hooves magically propelling the great vehicle forward. The charioteer was just as peculiar as her carriage. A beautiful giant of a woman, taller than two men, who was completely naked, held the reins of the chariot in her right hand and a giant spear in her left. Her expression was not one of happiness. In fact, she seemed to have singe marks on her back. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Trailing her were a dozen mounted elves. Each rode a magnificent white charger.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The elves also carried spears and they too did not look pleased. What had Argonne done?</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The eagle banked sharply and flew straight through the trees and into the encampment of barbarians. Its hunters followed. So intent on Argonne had they become that they ignored the cowering barbarians beneath them.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I could hear many crashes in the trees, before suddenly the eagle burst through them and sped with all its might straight at the monolith of Montfort. It flew so fast and so direct that I doubted Argonne would have time to avoid the massive rock. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He did not. With an eruption of feathers Argonne the eagle slammed into the rock face of the monolith. I cringed at the ferocity of the impact. Surely my companion was dead.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">But there was little time for mourning. Almost the instant that Argonne had dashed himself against the rock the barbarians chose to flee the forest and the great huntress within it and fling themselves once more at Lorcan’s wall.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Injured and poorly armed most were cut down by the last of our arrows. Those that were not were quickly killed.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The barbarian threat, at least for the moment, had passed. The Battle of the Ford was over.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">One hundred and thirty nine Montfortians and one hundred and four Foeldians lost their lives on that fateful day, more than one third of the men available to me. Hundreds more were severely injured, it would take many weeks to recover.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We had managed to kill over sixteen hundred barbarians, including those injured that we found and ceased their suffering, almost eight times the number of our own losses.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was a terrible and bloody day and one that I would ensure that the people of Montfort and Guerney would not forget.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">**********************************************</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">That evening, whilst we celebrated our victory and mourned the valiant who had fallen, we were treated to one last surprise. The Hydra were sitting quietly together, reflecting upon Argonne and his insanities when finally I stood and raised a mug of Astrid’s Marvellous Mead, as my companions also pushed themselves up from their seats, “To Argonne. Brave to a fault and somewhat disturbed, but he was our very own and will be always remembered as our comrade and friend.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“I should think so!” came an unexpected reply.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We turned and to our great bewilderment there was Argonne, striding through the masses, a big, lopsided, and deformed grin etched on his face. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Assailed by hugs, joyous laughter and a torrent of questions, eventually we calmed to listen to his tale.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Argonne had gone north as he said, but his intention was never to take on the horde with only himself and his wolves, oh no he was much more ambitious! He had somehow summoned the Goddess Srcan the huntress and her entourage! He commanded them to hunt the barbarians, which they did, but when their bloody work was done they turned on their summoner, Argonne, who in the battle had accidentally burnt the Goddess (which explained the singe mark on her back).</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was then that he saw the flaw in his plan, commanding Gods is not something one should trifle with. So he transformed into an eagle and took flight.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">We saw what happened next, although even he was at a loss as to why Srcan did not follow him from the forest in the moment before he smashed into the rock face. Perhaps, because like us, she thought him dead, and with her quarry gone there was no need to continue the pursuit.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As we now knew he did not die, no, instead he had merged his body into the very rock. But he had become disoriented after being wolf, eagle and finally rock that he had been trapped for several hours before regaining his wits and, in his words, “swimming” through the rock and once again out to become a man once more.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">If anyone else had told this tale we would have laughed uncontrollably at his foolishness, but this was Argonne, and after what we had seen over the past few days it seemed perfectly normal. And it was good to have him back.</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5132558, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]Emotion swept through the tiring defenders! They pushed forward. Inspired by the white warrior I landed three quick thrusts and managed to reach the wall, which some time ago had been taken. I hauled myself up on it, lifted my rapier in the air and added my own simple cry of defiance. “Montfort! To me!” and leapt down onto the muddy bank into the massed barbarians.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]How we actually turned them I do not know. How I survived I do not know. But sure enough before long Montfort had reclaimed the wall and driven the assault back. The barbarians, routed, fled back across the ford to cower in the trees.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We began to regroup and remove our wounded from the field so that the women could try and save them. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I rested, sitting casually on the wall, my feet idly swinging back and forth when into view flying at great speed, low across the water was an eagle. One that looked remarkably familiar. Even at this distance and its speed, it was an ugly, ugly bird. Argonne![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Pursuing him flew, for there is no better way to describe it, a mighty chariot pulled by a dozen huge reindeer. They galloped through the air, hooves magically propelling the great vehicle forward. The charioteer was just as peculiar as her carriage. A beautiful giant of a woman, taller than two men, who was completely naked, held the reins of the chariot in her right hand and a giant spear in her left. Her expression was not one of happiness. In fact, she seemed to have singe marks on her back. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Trailing her were a dozen mounted elves. Each rode a magnificent white charger.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The elves also carried spears and they too did not look pleased. What had Argonne done?[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The eagle banked sharply and flew straight through the trees and into the encampment of barbarians. Its hunters followed. So intent on Argonne had they become that they ignored the cowering barbarians beneath them.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I could hear many crashes in the trees, before suddenly the eagle burst through them and sped with all its might straight at the monolith of Montfort. It flew so fast and so direct that I doubted Argonne would have time to avoid the massive rock. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He did not. With an eruption of feathers Argonne the eagle slammed into the rock face of the monolith. I cringed at the ferocity of the impact. Surely my companion was dead.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]But there was little time for mourning. Almost the instant that Argonne had dashed himself against the rock the barbarians chose to flee the forest and the great huntress within it and fling themselves once more at Lorcan’s wall.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Injured and poorly armed most were cut down by the last of our arrows. Those that were not were quickly killed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The barbarian threat, at least for the moment, had passed. The Battle of the Ford was over.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]One hundred and thirty nine Montfortians and one hundred and four Foeldians lost their lives on that fateful day, more than one third of the men available to me. Hundreds more were severely injured, it would take many weeks to recover.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We had managed to kill over sixteen hundred barbarians, including those injured that we found and ceased their suffering, almost eight times the number of our own losses.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was a terrible and bloody day and one that I would ensure that the people of Montfort and Guerney would not forget.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]**********************************************[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]That evening, whilst we celebrated our victory and mourned the valiant who had fallen, we were treated to one last surprise. The Hydra were sitting quietly together, reflecting upon Argonne and his insanities when finally I stood and raised a mug of Astrid’s Marvellous Mead, as my companions also pushed themselves up from their seats, “To Argonne. Brave to a fault and somewhat disturbed, but he was our very own and will be always remembered as our comrade and friend.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“I should think so!” came an unexpected reply.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We turned and to our great bewilderment there was Argonne, striding through the masses, a big, lopsided, and deformed grin etched on his face. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Assailed by hugs, joyous laughter and a torrent of questions, eventually we calmed to listen to his tale.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Argonne had gone north as he said, but his intention was never to take on the horde with only himself and his wolves, oh no he was much more ambitious! He had somehow summoned the Goddess Srcan the huntress and her entourage! He commanded them to hunt the barbarians, which they did, but when their bloody work was done they turned on their summoner, Argonne, who in the battle had accidentally burnt the Goddess (which explained the singe mark on her back).[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was then that he saw the flaw in his plan, commanding Gods is not something one should trifle with. So he transformed into an eagle and took flight.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]We saw what happened next, although even he was at a loss as to why Srcan did not follow him from the forest in the moment before he smashed into the rock face. Perhaps, because like us, she thought him dead, and with her quarry gone there was no need to continue the pursuit.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]As we now knew he did not die, no, instead he had merged his body into the very rock. But he had become disoriented after being wolf, eagle and finally rock that he had been trapped for several hours before regaining his wits and, in his words, “swimming” through the rock and once again out to become a man once more.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]If anyone else had told this tale we would have laughed uncontrollably at his foolishness, but this was Argonne, and after what we had seen over the past few days it seemed perfectly normal. And it was good to have him back.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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