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Posted by Apostate on 03/25/17
Tales of Valor VI
It wasn't all shiny armor and glorious banners. No one would say the Compact is so perfect. And the sight I saw of honorable Valadrin Knights, Redain Soldiers and Grayson Swords finding their transport on the black hulls of pirate ships stirs the humors and emotions in me more then any valiant charge. The Lost Prince of Thrax, Remi, showed that every part of the realm was ready to fight. The black flag of thieves and rogues soared high among the fleet that day, and victory allowed them to slip away amongst celebrations, after depositing their charges back in the ports of Arx. The final image of those outlaws slipping from the waters of Arx I'll never forget, The Lost Prince's ship, the Storm Reaper, its hull emptied from the countless arrows it loosed during the battle turning to bar Iron Guard schooners from pursuing the pirates. The call of the Bringer horde approaching the wall making it clear they all had more important matters to attend to.
One would not think that the Queen of the Waves, Lady Captain Ariella Igniseri, considered this battle all that serious. Not with the bawdy tunes that rose from her boat, the Red Bargain, as it led the way up the Gray River to the battlefield that would be known as Giant's Fall. Underneath the flag of her ship the Rubino, Zaffria and Igniseri forces were brought to battle, half of their force dropped onto the shore of Giant's Fall to form the lines of battle under Lady Calypso's direction. But Ariella's realm was the sea, and as the Red Bargain lurched away from the shore other knights and soldiers called out to her. "You think to simple! Flat lands and straight rivers! Its all a big ocean!" she let out a laugh as the Red Bargain continued up river, plunging into the thick mist and the fog. Reports from the front line of Giant's Fall make mention of a raucous noise erupting from the depths of the mists that shrouded the Bringer horde, marines and sailor harraying the flank of the horde further down the Gray River, splitting some of their mindless number off so that those at Giant's Fall would not be crushed under the weight of sheer numbers.
"Lady Death Blesses..." A whisper I heard more than a few soldiers of the compact give. I watched as her poisons and her flames reaped more of those mindless shavs to their end then any sweep of a blade or chop of an axe. "The Harlequin Kiss..." The archers would promise, unleashing volleys of arrows that even a slight scrape against the flesh of the shav's would find them writhing on the ground in pain before going still and staring up into the sky as their bodies locked up and froze. "Little Troubles Visions..." Knight's would call out as the lines crashed but their mindless foe seemed to fight in a haze, their swings wild but slow, their vision clouded as if they were assaulted from the deep recess of their minds with terrible visions and phantom fighters. "The Bringers Ending..." Gasped those armed with the works of the masked Inquisitor Halsim, his poisons particularly effective against the hulking and powerful forms of the Bringer demons, their corrupted flesh molting and seeming to rot away when struck by enough blades or arrows coated in his work. Those wicked workers of chemicals claimed more lives that day then any fighting man or woman. Beware our Abyssal foes! Princess Eleyna Velenosa, Blacktongue the Harlequin, the Rogue Apothecary Emeline and Inquisition Halsim promise you a pain filled end.
The wild Princess Deva Redrain... has one of the more interesting stories of Giants Fall. For not a one has a clue what truly happened. Nightgold Calvary and Halfshav infantry, tired from a long march along the river following and keeping the ships safe from ambush were led wide through the Gray Forest to crash against the flanks of the horde when the battle was fully commenced. But does a mindless horde of barbarians and demons truly have a flank that can be rolled upon? The Princess learned the hard way that there are benefits to raw numbers, her forces coming to face a dozen Bringers, the hulking creatures ripping knights from horses and splitting them in half with raw strength. With her forces rebuffed and falling back to regroup or rejoin Compact lines the Bringers fell upon the Princess and her guard. For an eternity steel clashed against infernal flesh, Bringers hacked apart as Redrain knights were skewered. Soaked in blood the Princess fell back into a puddle of mud and blood. Three Bringers loomed over her, eager to add her corpse to their bloody toll. The rest is where it gets... odd. The puddle of blood she laid in grew still, the liquid of battle reflecting back the image of the horrifying demons. And from that reflection the Revenant lept. A knight clad in black, his flesh stretched and leathery, bones poking through the stretch of skin. His dark blade flashed against the demons, cutting them down with blade work that was flawless and precise. Princess Deva, returning to her feet to stare at her supernatural savior could only gasp as the Revenant turned, the hollowed out visage of an undead turning to stare at her before he turned to dust, as the forces of the Compact charged her position, members of the Mirrorguard and the Valorous Few catching the last glimpses of the Revenant before the knight blew away.
It wasn't all shiny armor and glorious banners. No one would say the Compact is so perfect. And the sight I saw of honorable Valadrin Knights, Redain Soldiers and Grayson Swords finding their transport on the black hulls of pirate ships stirs the humors and emotions in me more then any valiant charge. The Lost Prince of Thrax, Remi, showed that every part of the realm was ready to fight. The black flag of thieves and rogues soared high among the fleet that day, and victory allowed them to slip away amongst celebrations, after depositing their charges back in the ports of Arx. The final image of those outlaws slipping from the waters of Arx I'll never forget, The Lost Prince's ship, the Storm Reaper, its hull emptied from the countless arrows it loosed during the battle turning to bar Iron Guard schooners from pursuing the pirates. The call of the Bringer horde approaching the wall making it clear they all had more important matters to attend to.
One would not think that the Queen of the Waves, Lady Captain Ariella Igniseri, considered this battle all that serious. Not with the bawdy tunes that rose from her boat, the Red Bargain, as it led the way up the Gray River to the battlefield that would be known as Giant's Fall. Underneath the flag of her ship the Rubino, Zaffria and Igniseri forces were brought to battle, half of their force dropped onto the shore of Giant's Fall to form the lines of battle under Lady Calypso's direction. But Ariella's realm was the sea, and as the Red Bargain lurched away from the shore other knights and soldiers called out to her. "You think to simple! Flat lands and straight rivers! Its all a big ocean!" she let out a laugh as the Red Bargain continued up river, plunging into the thick mist and the fog. Reports from the front line of Giant's Fall make mention of a raucous noise erupting from the depths of the mists that shrouded the Bringer horde, marines and sailor harraying the flank of the horde further down the Gray River, splitting some of their mindless number off so that those at Giant's Fall would not be crushed under the weight of sheer numbers.
"Lady Death Blesses..." A whisper I heard more than a few soldiers of the compact give. I watched as her poisons and her flames reaped more of those mindless shavs to their end then any sweep of a blade or chop of an axe. "The Harlequin Kiss..." The archers would promise, unleashing volleys of arrows that even a slight scrape against the flesh of the shav's would find them writhing on the ground in pain before going still and staring up into the sky as their bodies locked up and froze. "Little Troubles Visions..." Knight's would call out as the lines crashed but their mindless foe seemed to fight in a haze, their swings wild but slow, their vision clouded as if they were assaulted from the deep recess of their minds with terrible visions and phantom fighters. "The Bringers Ending..." Gasped those armed with the works of the masked Inquisitor Halsim, his poisons particularly effective against the hulking and powerful forms of the Bringer demons, their corrupted flesh molting and seeming to rot away when struck by enough blades or arrows coated in his work. Those wicked workers of chemicals claimed more lives that day then any fighting man or woman. Beware our Abyssal foes! Princess Eleyna Velenosa, Blacktongue the Harlequin, the Rogue Apothecary Emeline and Inquisition Halsim promise you a pain filled end.
The wild Princess Deva Redrain... has one of the more interesting stories of Giants Fall. For not a one has a clue what truly happened. Nightgold Calvary and Halfshav infantry, tired from a long march along the river following and keeping the ships safe from ambush were led wide through the Gray Forest to crash against the flanks of the horde when the battle was fully commenced. But does a mindless horde of barbarians and demons truly have a flank that can be rolled upon? The Princess learned the hard way that there are benefits to raw numbers, her forces coming to face a dozen Bringers, the hulking creatures ripping knights from horses and splitting them in half with raw strength. With her forces rebuffed and falling back to regroup or rejoin Compact lines the Bringers fell upon the Princess and her guard. For an eternity steel clashed against infernal flesh, Bringers hacked apart as Redrain knights were skewered. Soaked in blood the Princess fell back into a puddle of mud and blood. Three Bringers loomed over her, eager to add her corpse to their bloody toll. The rest is where it gets... odd. The puddle of blood she laid in grew still, the liquid of battle reflecting back the image of the horrifying demons. And from that reflection the Revenant lept. A knight clad in black, his flesh stretched and leathery, bones poking through the stretch of skin. His dark blade flashed against the demons, cutting them down with blade work that was flawless and precise. Princess Deva, returning to her feet to stare at her supernatural savior could only gasp as the Revenant turned, the hollowed out visage of an undead turning to stare at her before he turned to dust, as the forces of the Compact charged her position, members of the Mirrorguard and the Valorous Few catching the last glimpses of the Revenant before the knight blew away.