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VicsHacienda
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From the Journal of Fafni Fortsaken. Half Orc cleric of Nuada.
Thump, thump, thump…
My heart is pounding; my blood is boiling. This is why I’m here, this is my true purpose. Tomorrow we launch an attack on King Stephanguards army, more specifically an ambush on his siege battalion.
Thump, thump, thump…
Go the drums of war as our Pitchling allies dance around the fire and rally themselves for battle.
Thump, thump, thump…
Goes my Warhammer as it pounds against my shield; my arms seemingly acting on their own accord to the Pitchling’s rhythmic beats.
I spend the night in revelry with joy in my heart…tomorrow will be a glorious day, tomorrow will be Nuada’s day. As the moon sits high, I make my blessings and pray for strength, courage, glory and victory. For the battle yet to come will just be the first strike in a Civil War that could ultimately decide the fate of the entire continent.
The sun rises, but I have already been up for at least an hour. Our weapons needed sharpening, and our armor needed arctic forest camouflage. I’ve meticulously oiled each leather strap, link of chain, and plate to ensure our movements are effortless and as quiet as a whisper. Hawk is next to rise, followed by Osnauld and Viggo. It is of no surprise to anyone that Trevor is the last to rise.
As we sit quietly eating our breakfast, Osnauld plucks a few cords on his Lute and begins.
I’m not much of a war-ri-or,
and I’m a little bit scared of the battle to come.
But I also know that I’m amongst my friends,
Who will make damn sure the battle is won.
Friends who have Quelled the Regasian mobs,
While the Bitch Queen Leska pouts and sobs.
It is a good song, a strong song, a song that raises our spirits and strengthens our will. We stomp our feet and clap our hands as the verses continue. Small in stature, mighty in spirit is the best way to describe our diminutive brother who leads us to battle with songs of victory.
In the day prior, Pitchiling scouts spotted several columns of troops moving through the forests, but there was only one trail large enough for the siege weapons to traverse. In anticipation of Stephanguards arrival the Pitchlings set up barricades and ballistae. Our plan is to ignite as many of the enemies’ catapults as we can and then withdraw into the forest before their reinforcements can arrive.
As midday approaches Hawk suddenly tenses, she hears them first and then spots them. She mimics the sounds of a raven’s caw and then dashes to our hidden barricade. We all know it won’t be long now. I check the strap on Einharjar one more time and smile at Osnauld. “It’s party time.”
For what seems like an eternity, we watch as the siege engine crews slowly maneuver their catapults up the trail toward our position. We are the last ambush spot along the road and expected to stop siege engines from pushing forward and any blitzing actions by the calvary troops guarding the column.
I can barely contain myself, then the horn finally sounds…To Battle!!!
We move swiftly, blessed with added speed from Hawk’s Longstrider spell. Trevor and I rush from our positions to attract the calvary’s attention. Our distraction works and as they wheel their horses around for a charge, Viggos Owl flanks them with fire. Hawk launches several arrows from the trees sinking them deep into their leader. I take a quick glance at the nearby siege engine crew and notice they’ve been ensorcelled by Osnauld’s Hypnotic Pattern.
I almost feel sorry for these troops but then snap back into ‘Fafnir mode’ as the remaining knights charge. They are no match for us!
I roar, “If this is all that Stephanguard can offer, then Duke Gallo should have no fear!” I begin to laugh as their feeble crossbow bolts and lance attacks bounce off my armor; only resulting in the mildest of scratches. In response to their attacks, I call forth the ‘Battle Bulls of Nuada’ who trample them with glee and send them scattering like rats. As the "knights" flee Trevor whirlwinds through them with multiple Scimitar, Sword and Whip combos; sending more into Nuada's loving embrace.
Okay, so funny side note. And for anyone reading this, not a tactic I would recommend. First off, most warriors try to hide their attack moves. Feint the enemy, use deception to create an opening, throw dirt, hell just about anything to distract their true intentions…well not Trevor. This guy has got "big battle balls". He calls out his moves! He tells his enemy exactly what he’s going to do! “First I’m going to hit you with my Scimitar, then I’m going to stick you with the Living Blade of Indentenor and after that I’m going to whip your ass then throw you to the ground AND stab you some more, you naughty word arse-licker.” I must admit, it’s awesome!
While Trevor and I continue kicking arse up close and personal, Osnauld’s locks down the first Siege Engine crew so Hawk and Viggo can hit everything else. Our ambush was so spectacular that their calvary leader only got to do one thing before he bit it and that was heal himself just long enough for Viggo’s Owl to cook him with fire….hahahaha.
It was not too long after we started that I began to notice several of Stephanguard’s siege engines catching fire. The Pitchlings had done their part; making this look all too easy.
That’s when the gryphons swept in. Caught me completely by surprise. Fortunately, my trusty old shield was in hand to keep me from getting slashed, gashed, gnashed, or whatever the hell it is they do with those talons and beaks. I managed to get a good hit on one of the two as they flew by, but it was Viggo that put the real hurt on. Some new spell he learned in Timor froze those naughty word-nuggets in mid-flight. I turned to see one let out a screeching cry just before it went limp and plummeted into a spiked Pitchling barricade. The one I’d hit also fell out of the sky and was quickly sliced, pierced and whipped to death by Trevor.
Again, more Awesomeness from the Quell and definitely another verse for Osnauld’s song of us.
Evidently, what Stephanguard’s troops lack in skill, they seem to make up for in quantity. Just as those gryphons went down Viggo warned us that reinforcements would soon overwhelm us and the time for our tactical withdraw was nearing. With one catapult down and another in our sights Trevor, Viggo and I decided we had just enough time to disable it, so we charged forward. It was at this point in the fighting that Hawk and Osnauld got separated from the three of us, so I can’t account for their actions, but I’m sure they were just as glorious.
Trevor and I made haste, but Owly beat us there and expertly doused most of the crew and the catapult in flame. As the flames danced across the catapults wooden beams we let out a cheer. Not for the burning catapult, but for what came into view. Our actions had attracted a dragon…a real foe, worthy of song. Now I’m not going to tell you a “fish story” and lie about how large it was, this was just a wyrmling and not much bigger than a mountain lion, but still it was a Red Dragon Wyrmling and it showed no fear as is unleashed a cone of flames that incinerated Viggo’s owl.
Even with the help of Longstrider, I was no match for Trevor’s speed so he was the second to arrive, which may have been a mistake. While singed, the siege engineers became emboldened by the presence of their dragon ally and swarmed Trevor. I watched as blood poured from my friend and gritted my teeth as I leapt from the high embankment into the center of the fray; celestial “Battle Bulls” in tow.
With the battle raging on and Stephanguards reinforcements are on their way, we know we only have a few precious seconds left to spare. I am now in the fray. Taking the brunt of the attack, Trevor has dodged his way to safety. Now it is I that is surrounded but know Viggo is nearby, ready to laydown destruction or cast a spell that will whisk us away if needed.
Though I am face to face with a Red Dragon Wyrmling and an angry crew of siege engineers Nuada is pushing me forward.
Thump, thump, thump…
Is the drumbeat in my head.
Thump, thump, thump….
Fight the dragon till it’s dead.
Thump, thump, thump…
Thump, thump, thump…
My heart is pounding; my blood is boiling. This is why I’m here, this is my true purpose. Tomorrow we launch an attack on King Stephanguards army, more specifically an ambush on his siege battalion.
Thump, thump, thump…
Go the drums of war as our Pitchling allies dance around the fire and rally themselves for battle.
Thump, thump, thump…
Goes my Warhammer as it pounds against my shield; my arms seemingly acting on their own accord to the Pitchling’s rhythmic beats.
I spend the night in revelry with joy in my heart…tomorrow will be a glorious day, tomorrow will be Nuada’s day. As the moon sits high, I make my blessings and pray for strength, courage, glory and victory. For the battle yet to come will just be the first strike in a Civil War that could ultimately decide the fate of the entire continent.
The sun rises, but I have already been up for at least an hour. Our weapons needed sharpening, and our armor needed arctic forest camouflage. I’ve meticulously oiled each leather strap, link of chain, and plate to ensure our movements are effortless and as quiet as a whisper. Hawk is next to rise, followed by Osnauld and Viggo. It is of no surprise to anyone that Trevor is the last to rise.
As we sit quietly eating our breakfast, Osnauld plucks a few cords on his Lute and begins.
I’m not much of a war-ri-or,
and I’m a little bit scared of the battle to come.
But I also know that I’m amongst my friends,
Who will make damn sure the battle is won.
Friends who have Quelled the Regasian mobs,
While the Bitch Queen Leska pouts and sobs.
It is a good song, a strong song, a song that raises our spirits and strengthens our will. We stomp our feet and clap our hands as the verses continue. Small in stature, mighty in spirit is the best way to describe our diminutive brother who leads us to battle with songs of victory.
In the day prior, Pitchiling scouts spotted several columns of troops moving through the forests, but there was only one trail large enough for the siege weapons to traverse. In anticipation of Stephanguards arrival the Pitchlings set up barricades and ballistae. Our plan is to ignite as many of the enemies’ catapults as we can and then withdraw into the forest before their reinforcements can arrive.
As midday approaches Hawk suddenly tenses, she hears them first and then spots them. She mimics the sounds of a raven’s caw and then dashes to our hidden barricade. We all know it won’t be long now. I check the strap on Einharjar one more time and smile at Osnauld. “It’s party time.”
For what seems like an eternity, we watch as the siege engine crews slowly maneuver their catapults up the trail toward our position. We are the last ambush spot along the road and expected to stop siege engines from pushing forward and any blitzing actions by the calvary troops guarding the column.
I can barely contain myself, then the horn finally sounds…To Battle!!!
We move swiftly, blessed with added speed from Hawk’s Longstrider spell. Trevor and I rush from our positions to attract the calvary’s attention. Our distraction works and as they wheel their horses around for a charge, Viggos Owl flanks them with fire. Hawk launches several arrows from the trees sinking them deep into their leader. I take a quick glance at the nearby siege engine crew and notice they’ve been ensorcelled by Osnauld’s Hypnotic Pattern.
I almost feel sorry for these troops but then snap back into ‘Fafnir mode’ as the remaining knights charge. They are no match for us!
I roar, “If this is all that Stephanguard can offer, then Duke Gallo should have no fear!” I begin to laugh as their feeble crossbow bolts and lance attacks bounce off my armor; only resulting in the mildest of scratches. In response to their attacks, I call forth the ‘Battle Bulls of Nuada’ who trample them with glee and send them scattering like rats. As the "knights" flee Trevor whirlwinds through them with multiple Scimitar, Sword and Whip combos; sending more into Nuada's loving embrace.
Okay, so funny side note. And for anyone reading this, not a tactic I would recommend. First off, most warriors try to hide their attack moves. Feint the enemy, use deception to create an opening, throw dirt, hell just about anything to distract their true intentions…well not Trevor. This guy has got "big battle balls". He calls out his moves! He tells his enemy exactly what he’s going to do! “First I’m going to hit you with my Scimitar, then I’m going to stick you with the Living Blade of Indentenor and after that I’m going to whip your ass then throw you to the ground AND stab you some more, you naughty word arse-licker.” I must admit, it’s awesome!
While Trevor and I continue kicking arse up close and personal, Osnauld’s locks down the first Siege Engine crew so Hawk and Viggo can hit everything else. Our ambush was so spectacular that their calvary leader only got to do one thing before he bit it and that was heal himself just long enough for Viggo’s Owl to cook him with fire….hahahaha.
It was not too long after we started that I began to notice several of Stephanguard’s siege engines catching fire. The Pitchlings had done their part; making this look all too easy.
That’s when the gryphons swept in. Caught me completely by surprise. Fortunately, my trusty old shield was in hand to keep me from getting slashed, gashed, gnashed, or whatever the hell it is they do with those talons and beaks. I managed to get a good hit on one of the two as they flew by, but it was Viggo that put the real hurt on. Some new spell he learned in Timor froze those naughty word-nuggets in mid-flight. I turned to see one let out a screeching cry just before it went limp and plummeted into a spiked Pitchling barricade. The one I’d hit also fell out of the sky and was quickly sliced, pierced and whipped to death by Trevor.
Again, more Awesomeness from the Quell and definitely another verse for Osnauld’s song of us.
Evidently, what Stephanguard’s troops lack in skill, they seem to make up for in quantity. Just as those gryphons went down Viggo warned us that reinforcements would soon overwhelm us and the time for our tactical withdraw was nearing. With one catapult down and another in our sights Trevor, Viggo and I decided we had just enough time to disable it, so we charged forward. It was at this point in the fighting that Hawk and Osnauld got separated from the three of us, so I can’t account for their actions, but I’m sure they were just as glorious.
Trevor and I made haste, but Owly beat us there and expertly doused most of the crew and the catapult in flame. As the flames danced across the catapults wooden beams we let out a cheer. Not for the burning catapult, but for what came into view. Our actions had attracted a dragon…a real foe, worthy of song. Now I’m not going to tell you a “fish story” and lie about how large it was, this was just a wyrmling and not much bigger than a mountain lion, but still it was a Red Dragon Wyrmling and it showed no fear as is unleashed a cone of flames that incinerated Viggo’s owl.
Even with the help of Longstrider, I was no match for Trevor’s speed so he was the second to arrive, which may have been a mistake. While singed, the siege engineers became emboldened by the presence of their dragon ally and swarmed Trevor. I watched as blood poured from my friend and gritted my teeth as I leapt from the high embankment into the center of the fray; celestial “Battle Bulls” in tow.
With the battle raging on and Stephanguards reinforcements are on their way, we know we only have a few precious seconds left to spare. I am now in the fray. Taking the brunt of the attack, Trevor has dodged his way to safety. Now it is I that is surrounded but know Viggo is nearby, ready to laydown destruction or cast a spell that will whisk us away if needed.
Though I am face to face with a Red Dragon Wyrmling and an angry crew of siege engineers Nuada is pushing me forward.
Thump, thump, thump…
Is the drumbeat in my head.
Thump, thump, thump….
Fight the dragon till it’s dead.
Thump, thump, thump…
Tolamaker
Adventurer
Actually, it looks like it's a piece called Winter is Coming by LoopyWanderer. Definitely agree it's got a great Fend vibe.
VicsHacienda
Explorer
Sorry, yes.
