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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jasamcarl" data-source="post: 1730083" data-attributes="member: 1251">JerichoJericho'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...</blockquote>

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