T7 : Dedication and courage, sad death of one Hero
Oct 23, 2016 16:28:31 GMT
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Post by Godfred Thraw BayardsKing(GT) on Oct 23, 2016 16:28:31 GMT
For several days and the end of the last battaille, resulted in equivalent losses, he was perplexed and had a bad presentiment ..
Why so many regents supported a rebellion against the legitimate queen? Deserters shifty conscription not to fight against monsters, but wanting to take power just after their departure.
He had seen his king grumble constantly and activate diplomatically since few days ...
Finally a plan was updated, a bad plan ... he feared something was wrong ... His king, gone on the thought finding a weakness in the monitoring of the garrison of the ouest..pouvant allow a rescue of the Queen ...
Then in the late afternoon stood the war council, but it was delayed for hours ... in his opinion, Rowena should expecting people who are ultimately not come ...
Unfortunately among the heroes of Bayard, only the King and him, General Edouard Picket were present ... Roy being held in the North and Front-de-Boeuf languishing a jail ...
There was also Rowena and his spells
He, Picket, swore obedience to his King and his King and Bayard ... seeking friends felt compelled to avoid the Queen a new masquerade Justice which would aim of depriving them of his throne .. .for the fault of killing rebels ..
The hero went only accompanied by a few men handpicked ..
They had to avoid a bivouac not yet arrived archers during the first recognition ...
There were among them elves .. but what were they doing there?
He infiltrated more and more, but suddenly realized Picket that they had been spotted and presqu'encerclés approach to the camp ...
In addition to the regular army were lots of men, in small groups seeking to hide, monitor and Hitting the right time ...
The operation, as he presented it, would be a resounding failure ... A skirmish suddenly engaged traits came from behind the trees, their approach too silent and movements so vivid in the forest Night ...
Suddenly an arrow struck him pulling his arm réflexion..et tore a cry of pain ...
The king threw himself into the battle and of followed him closely. Being close to the King in these moments were rewarding: a proud fighter chosen by Gods to dance in the Battles..make his sword and dagger at an impressive rate by pouring the blood of a body that collapsed one by one ...
Arrows faced fighters leaving less mons standing companions of adventure ...
Rowena already yet was not found ...
"Sire, all is lost!" He threw him to report to Godfredd the urgency of the sitution.
As they left to the south with their last guard, they outwitted by a group of Elite wearing not uniforms ..
A javelin had killed the last Guard last ... It only remained that he and King ...
Then he saw that the king had torn a half arrow and another in the thigh ...
Godfred received by advancing the assault of two guards, and after an impressive weapon passes, managed to kill two ....
Turning to Picket he realized too late his error:
Picket had his arms in the air, motionless in front of a silhouette arms outstretched toward him ...
He felt nothing, even by the blade of the ax pierced his right lung ...
Godfred felt his last hour arrived ... he felt his strength leave and could not move before the silhouette ...
The Elite guard approached and aimed his heart of his ax .. at the last moment the king could move him to avoid the death from near : the axe right in the lung.
The axe caught in the royal armor, a time during which Godfred bloodied grabbed the neck of his opponent and broke his neck ...
horrified gesture full of anger, he shouted "Dirt Elves!" spreading her hands, he se the ears of his opponent ..
Rowena appears and try to counter the powered elf Magic of Hunriel... this is that who has liberate the King just before...
Dozens of guards arrived yet ... when Rowena collapses on itself ...
The dagger of Godfred, launched from his position stops in the air to 10 Cm of the sorcerer's eyes ..
Mage then sends Godfred an eclair Magic, who electrifies the King wounded him a lot ..
On the one hand Hunriel freezes again Godfred, who falls to knee pain ...
"A sardonic mouth, he says so ... I know someone who will be happy to judge you on its land"
A cry is heard: "What i die if I weaken!" cried a second wind General Picket, who saw himself already dead ... Charging like a wounded and Savage Furious Pig, as the animal of the family of his master ...
He charged with his sword and shield, which was dislocated but deflected the flash of light come from Hunriel ... General launched effected a jump with his single sword.
A second set of flash left hand Hunriel, which released a moment his grip of Godfred, and violemement hit the chest of General Picket and made him drop his weapon.
Driven by the momentum of the jump, he landed right in front Hunriel and dealt him a Helmet's blow on the Mage's Front, which wawer a moment ... With his great arms, Picket imprisoned the Hunriel arm ..Squeezing him against him
"Save you my King ... For Bayard ..for Ever ..."
So qu'Hunriel struggled Picket felt his soul from ... "On behalf of the Blood God, I bless him he launched into a mocking view spitting his blood on his face"
He said drooling blood "For Fatherland, run away and avenge us of the Blood God's name, my king!"
He continue to insulted these elves until he could not do it a few seconds later ...
Soldiers then turned to the wounded King and don't see it again .. and no one could find them ..
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oODTjTGKfJE
Why so many regents supported a rebellion against the legitimate queen? Deserters shifty conscription not to fight against monsters, but wanting to take power just after their departure.
He had seen his king grumble constantly and activate diplomatically since few days ...
Finally a plan was updated, a bad plan ... he feared something was wrong ... His king, gone on the thought finding a weakness in the monitoring of the garrison of the ouest..pouvant allow a rescue of the Queen ...
Then in the late afternoon stood the war council, but it was delayed for hours ... in his opinion, Rowena should expecting people who are ultimately not come ...
Unfortunately among the heroes of Bayard, only the King and him, General Edouard Picket were present ... Roy being held in the North and Front-de-Boeuf languishing a jail ...
There was also Rowena and his spells
He, Picket, swore obedience to his King and his King and Bayard ... seeking friends felt compelled to avoid the Queen a new masquerade Justice which would aim of depriving them of his throne .. .for the fault of killing rebels ..
The hero went only accompanied by a few men handpicked ..
They had to avoid a bivouac not yet arrived archers during the first recognition ...
There were among them elves .. but what were they doing there?
He infiltrated more and more, but suddenly realized Picket that they had been spotted and presqu'encerclés approach to the camp ...
In addition to the regular army were lots of men, in small groups seeking to hide, monitor and Hitting the right time ...
The operation, as he presented it, would be a resounding failure ... A skirmish suddenly engaged traits came from behind the trees, their approach too silent and movements so vivid in the forest Night ...
Suddenly an arrow struck him pulling his arm réflexion..et tore a cry of pain ...
The king threw himself into the battle and of followed him closely. Being close to the King in these moments were rewarding: a proud fighter chosen by Gods to dance in the Battles..make his sword and dagger at an impressive rate by pouring the blood of a body that collapsed one by one ...
Arrows faced fighters leaving less mons standing companions of adventure ...
Rowena already yet was not found ...
"Sire, all is lost!" He threw him to report to Godfredd the urgency of the sitution.
As they left to the south with their last guard, they outwitted by a group of Elite wearing not uniforms ..
A javelin had killed the last Guard last ... It only remained that he and King ...
Then he saw that the king had torn a half arrow and another in the thigh ...
Godfred received by advancing the assault of two guards, and after an impressive weapon passes, managed to kill two ....
Turning to Picket he realized too late his error:
Picket had his arms in the air, motionless in front of a silhouette arms outstretched toward him ...
He felt nothing, even by the blade of the ax pierced his right lung ...
Godfred felt his last hour arrived ... he felt his strength leave and could not move before the silhouette ...
The Elite guard approached and aimed his heart of his ax .. at the last moment the king could move him to avoid the death from near : the axe right in the lung.
The axe caught in the royal armor, a time during which Godfred bloodied grabbed the neck of his opponent and broke his neck ...
horrified gesture full of anger, he shouted "Dirt Elves!" spreading her hands, he se the ears of his opponent ..
Rowena appears and try to counter the powered elf Magic of Hunriel... this is that who has liberate the King just before...
Dozens of guards arrived yet ... when Rowena collapses on itself ...
The dagger of Godfred, launched from his position stops in the air to 10 Cm of the sorcerer's eyes ..
Mage then sends Godfred an eclair Magic, who electrifies the King wounded him a lot ..
On the one hand Hunriel freezes again Godfred, who falls to knee pain ...
"A sardonic mouth, he says so ... I know someone who will be happy to judge you on its land"
A cry is heard: "What i die if I weaken!" cried a second wind General Picket, who saw himself already dead ... Charging like a wounded and Savage Furious Pig, as the animal of the family of his master ...
He charged with his sword and shield, which was dislocated but deflected the flash of light come from Hunriel ... General launched effected a jump with his single sword.
A second set of flash left hand Hunriel, which released a moment his grip of Godfred, and violemement hit the chest of General Picket and made him drop his weapon.
Driven by the momentum of the jump, he landed right in front Hunriel and dealt him a Helmet's blow on the Mage's Front, which wawer a moment ... With his great arms, Picket imprisoned the Hunriel arm ..Squeezing him against him
"Save you my King ... For Bayard ..for Ever ..."
So qu'Hunriel struggled Picket felt his soul from ... "On behalf of the Blood God, I bless him he launched into a mocking view spitting his blood on his face"
He said drooling blood "For Fatherland, run away and avenge us of the Blood God's name, my king!"
He continue to insulted these elves until he could not do it a few seconds later ...
Soldiers then turned to the wounded King and don't see it again .. and no one could find them ..
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oODTjTGKfJE