Post by Godfred Thraw BayardsKing(GT) on Mar 28, 2017 23:16:17 GMT
There was thick mist all around him. He saw that his hands were full of Blood ... Where was his ax? He was dizzy... "He lowered his head to look for it as he saw the great wounds on his thigh and on his hip.
How could he stand with that where he was? He heard a noise and then came out of the mist, a sort of Demon with a bloody dog's head suddenly seized him by the arms ... and pulled him to what seemed to be the entrance to a cave. It was certainly his den, but decorated with large columns carved out of the rock, he suddenly realized: it was the entrance to the hells ... he must have died a few days ago.
Suddenly a kind of bearded Specter appeared, with a rude coat of mail that looked a little like his grandfather or some other ancestor. The demon disappears frightened ... the specter disappeared little by little ... he only heard ... "you must follow the Bloody Boar it is your destiny and that of your People." He finally opened his eyes, he Was terribly wrong, he was clenching his teeth, the pain kept coming back to his mind ... suffering and cold ... he was raining ropes and he was lying in the grass among the corpses ... we had them Left him and his brothers there, the others having taken back theirs.
He fell asleep again, thinking of this skirmish, which for him was the last.
They were twelve warriors who had survived the previous war among the elves, and then among the nabots, the Red god had to be at the angels ... even now also repointing their corpses soon ...
The human flesh, if it has a religious and symbolic value, was not sealed, which he appreciated most from a taste-point of view. Only in time of war, in the light of the circumstances, killing elves or humans like that night did not have to hunt for food.
But in the early morning their watchman was surprised by an Elf squad who nailed him with 3 arrows. In falling his helmet he hit his shield waking all the Vos ... two not so early matineaux were riddled with arrows too slow to seize their shields like the others who got away and in an instant fired towards the haze making the elves in This forest initially invisible They charged blind ...
Better awakened, better prepared and favored by circumstances their weapons field and their number twice superior, the elves still had trouble to overcome! Your bloodthirsty fellows were in such a rage that the battle was to their advantage.
Fedor then revisits his exploits that only the night could tell from now on ... He had launched his Francisque at sight on an elf while adorning two shields of his shield coming from the left ... he seized his second franciscan and fracasal skull d 'An elf at almost 7 meters piercing the helmet from right to left ...
Pickling his first Francisque from his first target, he sought a target but saw nothing ... he heard great noises of cobats on his left.
He ran and, at the same moment, enthroned the great Ermolai, uttering his great war cry. He felt that it would be the last. He suddenly saw his brother of blood surrounded by numerous elves and several corpses friends ...
Fighting with his friends had been his life, he felt his end approaching, he was happy to die with them ... a last chant for the red God and he threw his franscisque on an archer elf that aimed at Ermolai ... and Threw on a second who did not look at him and beheaded him with a well-placed blow ... He joined his enraged friend placing himself as far as he could behind him to protect his friend's back, especially against the arrows ...
Ermolai was already bleeding much transpeccated by his many opponents ..... The colossus gave him a last look and smiled at him and began to yell, spinning his ax and even provoking a fright and the death of several elves until his madness madness loses lucidity and brings him to The first time to throw Fedor a blow that surprised him in the hip causing him to shake, which allowed an opponent to deeply poke his spear in the thigh of Fedor ... who choked and fell to the ground the moment he heard a Voice in elf in short what he understood "" It's good back they have their account "...
He came back to him, the rain fell constantly ... then his second awakening the rain had stopped and someone was trying to snatch his collar inheritance from his Grandfather passed by his Father ... Two generations had cut and added 1 Ear for each elf killed ...
Of course he had killed but had not been able to conscientiously cut his ears in order to complete the family legacy.
He seized the man by the neck and made him tiptoe under him, listening to neither his suffering nor anything else around him ... he killed him in a few seconds, with a blow of pain came back to him, he saw The corpse of Ermolai beside him and not having the strength to rise again ... He saw the humans approaching with torches that had to burn the corpses to prevent them from coming back ...
Suddenly a trumpet sounded ... the humans did not have time to flee before the arrival of a new impressive group of Your leads led by two riders, one seeming to be a druid Vos and the other resembling A lord of the North.
Fedor was barely moving and could not get up. The Lord, with the Dark armor then took the Word in a somewhat condescending manner:
"I am, King of Godfred Thraw of Bayard, You are here in the territory of Goddodin, Part of the kingdom of Bayard, you have nothing to do there, leave where you came from ... The dead have the right to be buried according to their beliefs in Bayard! "
He turned to a sergeant: "No survivor?"
"4 Non transportable Monsignor"
"Too bad get the cart and do not let them suffer .."
"Wait for Lord Dale, I know him ..." he got off his horse and approached to see better ...
"Yes, it's Fedor Kuriakin, one of the most respected Lothians chiefs ... He's called the Elf's Secutor"
"Interesting, get my personal doctor!"
Fedor before fainting again saw the standard-bearer of the troop marching on a root to lose the balance and make fall the oriflame on the body in blood of Ermolai ... the flag rising and in a last vertigo Saw the yellow and green flag, and the furious wounded Boar stained with the blood of his brother-in-arms ... he then understood his destiny ...
How could he stand with that where he was? He heard a noise and then came out of the mist, a sort of Demon with a bloody dog's head suddenly seized him by the arms ... and pulled him to what seemed to be the entrance to a cave. It was certainly his den, but decorated with large columns carved out of the rock, he suddenly realized: it was the entrance to the hells ... he must have died a few days ago.
Suddenly a kind of bearded Specter appeared, with a rude coat of mail that looked a little like his grandfather or some other ancestor. The demon disappears frightened ... the specter disappeared little by little ... he only heard ... "you must follow the Bloody Boar it is your destiny and that of your People." He finally opened his eyes, he Was terribly wrong, he was clenching his teeth, the pain kept coming back to his mind ... suffering and cold ... he was raining ropes and he was lying in the grass among the corpses ... we had them Left him and his brothers there, the others having taken back theirs.
He fell asleep again, thinking of this skirmish, which for him was the last.
They were twelve warriors who had survived the previous war among the elves, and then among the nabots, the Red god had to be at the angels ... even now also repointing their corpses soon ...
The human flesh, if it has a religious and symbolic value, was not sealed, which he appreciated most from a taste-point of view. Only in time of war, in the light of the circumstances, killing elves or humans like that night did not have to hunt for food.
But in the early morning their watchman was surprised by an Elf squad who nailed him with 3 arrows. In falling his helmet he hit his shield waking all the Vos ... two not so early matineaux were riddled with arrows too slow to seize their shields like the others who got away and in an instant fired towards the haze making the elves in This forest initially invisible They charged blind ...
Better awakened, better prepared and favored by circumstances their weapons field and their number twice superior, the elves still had trouble to overcome! Your bloodthirsty fellows were in such a rage that the battle was to their advantage.
Fedor then revisits his exploits that only the night could tell from now on ... He had launched his Francisque at sight on an elf while adorning two shields of his shield coming from the left ... he seized his second franciscan and fracasal skull d 'An elf at almost 7 meters piercing the helmet from right to left ...
Pickling his first Francisque from his first target, he sought a target but saw nothing ... he heard great noises of cobats on his left.
He ran and, at the same moment, enthroned the great Ermolai, uttering his great war cry. He felt that it would be the last. He suddenly saw his brother of blood surrounded by numerous elves and several corpses friends ...
Fighting with his friends had been his life, he felt his end approaching, he was happy to die with them ... a last chant for the red God and he threw his franscisque on an archer elf that aimed at Ermolai ... and Threw on a second who did not look at him and beheaded him with a well-placed blow ... He joined his enraged friend placing himself as far as he could behind him to protect his friend's back, especially against the arrows ...
Ermolai was already bleeding much transpeccated by his many opponents ..... The colossus gave him a last look and smiled at him and began to yell, spinning his ax and even provoking a fright and the death of several elves until his madness madness loses lucidity and brings him to The first time to throw Fedor a blow that surprised him in the hip causing him to shake, which allowed an opponent to deeply poke his spear in the thigh of Fedor ... who choked and fell to the ground the moment he heard a Voice in elf in short what he understood "" It's good back they have their account "...
He came back to him, the rain fell constantly ... then his second awakening the rain had stopped and someone was trying to snatch his collar inheritance from his Grandfather passed by his Father ... Two generations had cut and added 1 Ear for each elf killed ...
Of course he had killed but had not been able to conscientiously cut his ears in order to complete the family legacy.
He seized the man by the neck and made him tiptoe under him, listening to neither his suffering nor anything else around him ... he killed him in a few seconds, with a blow of pain came back to him, he saw The corpse of Ermolai beside him and not having the strength to rise again ... He saw the humans approaching with torches that had to burn the corpses to prevent them from coming back ...
Suddenly a trumpet sounded ... the humans did not have time to flee before the arrival of a new impressive group of Your leads led by two riders, one seeming to be a druid Vos and the other resembling A lord of the North.
Fedor was barely moving and could not get up. The Lord, with the Dark armor then took the Word in a somewhat condescending manner:
"I am, King of Godfred Thraw of Bayard, You are here in the territory of Goddodin, Part of the kingdom of Bayard, you have nothing to do there, leave where you came from ... The dead have the right to be buried according to their beliefs in Bayard! "
He turned to a sergeant: "No survivor?"
"4 Non transportable Monsignor"
"Too bad get the cart and do not let them suffer .."
"Wait for Lord Dale, I know him ..." he got off his horse and approached to see better ...
"Yes, it's Fedor Kuriakin, one of the most respected Lothians chiefs ... He's called the Elf's Secutor"
"Interesting, get my personal doctor!"
Fedor before fainting again saw the standard-bearer of the troop marching on a root to lose the balance and make fall the oriflame on the body in blood of Ermolai ... the flag rising and in a last vertigo Saw the yellow and green flag, and the furious wounded Boar stained with the blood of his brother-in-arms ... he then understood his destiny ...