06-12-2014, 05:20 PM
GM POST
There were few times that Commander Conall of the Crusader Corps was not in a foul mood. Given Lycia's current state of things, still disgustingly awash with foreign filth and the corrupt mages with their twisted, unclean magic; still barely even recognized as the true empire born of heroes' blood and toil that they were by the rest of Elibe, despite Lycia's strength of trial and effort compared to how the rest of Elibe had languished in times of peace; still forced to endure grievances in the form of Bern's resistance and the annoyances that were Sacaen bandits, there was little that brought a smile to Commander Conall's strict face.
Having to handle such banditry was not pleasant for Conall, but disposing of them certainly was.
"If you are all done crowding that hole as though you were in a brothel, men." Conall hissed, impatient and eager to get started, just as any of them. "Then one of you get through and find that rat. Richards, go."
Conall crossed his arms and waited as Richards shuffled out of his pauldrons and crouched down by the hole. The Lycian soldier crawled through the hole, to the point that only his heels were visible on their side, only to suddenly tense and attempt to scramble back.
"Arghk!"
Conall's head whipped away from the hole and Richards to another of his men, Clemens, a knight from Caelin. Clemens stood as strong as ever, lance held in one hand, while the other shook and attempted to reach for the tomahawk sticking out of the back of his neck, somehow lodged in between the space of helmet and back-plate.
"Clemens!-" Conall shouted, half-way registering his two archers on a nearby rooftop shooting Clemens' attacker down from the top of the stone wall, only to be interrupted by Richards.
"There's m-ghk!"
Richards' feet spasmed in the hole, then stopped scrambling following the hollow, half-way distant sound of metal cleaving through meat. Behind the now dead man's feet, Conall's men started to clamor, until Conall summoned an orb of Light magic and crashed it on the ground.
"Pay attention! Smiths, take out that wagon!" Conall shouted, throwing all interest of handling things quietly out of the window. They would have to handle this quick and brutal, just the way he liked it. Who knew how many other rats were hiding behind that wall, let alone throughout the village?! "The rest of you, get back here! Caili, we need a shield, now!"
Leaving Richards and Clemens' bodies behind, the remaining ten armored soldiers shoved back to join Conall behind the safety of an alley. A lightly armored soldier made a few motions with her hands, forming a dimly glowing wall of Light magic that erected itself in front of the walkway, blocking their immediate front.
The two archers atop the nearby rooftop notched their arrows, keeping an even closer watch over the top of the wall.
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There were few times that Commander Conall of the Crusader Corps was not in a foul mood. Given Lycia's current state of things, still disgustingly awash with foreign filth and the corrupt mages with their twisted, unclean magic; still barely even recognized as the true empire born of heroes' blood and toil that they were by the rest of Elibe, despite Lycia's strength of trial and effort compared to how the rest of Elibe had languished in times of peace; still forced to endure grievances in the form of Bern's resistance and the annoyances that were Sacaen bandits, there was little that brought a smile to Commander Conall's strict face.
Having to handle such banditry was not pleasant for Conall, but disposing of them certainly was.
"If you are all done crowding that hole as though you were in a brothel, men." Conall hissed, impatient and eager to get started, just as any of them. "Then one of you get through and find that rat. Richards, go."
Conall crossed his arms and waited as Richards shuffled out of his pauldrons and crouched down by the hole. The Lycian soldier crawled through the hole, to the point that only his heels were visible on their side, only to suddenly tense and attempt to scramble back.
"Arghk!"
Conall's head whipped away from the hole and Richards to another of his men, Clemens, a knight from Caelin. Clemens stood as strong as ever, lance held in one hand, while the other shook and attempted to reach for the tomahawk sticking out of the back of his neck, somehow lodged in between the space of helmet and back-plate.
"Clemens!-" Conall shouted, half-way registering his two archers on a nearby rooftop shooting Clemens' attacker down from the top of the stone wall, only to be interrupted by Richards.
"There's m-ghk!"
Richards' feet spasmed in the hole, then stopped scrambling following the hollow, half-way distant sound of metal cleaving through meat. Behind the now dead man's feet, Conall's men started to clamor, until Conall summoned an orb of Light magic and crashed it on the ground.
"Pay attention! Smiths, take out that wagon!" Conall shouted, throwing all interest of handling things quietly out of the window. They would have to handle this quick and brutal, just the way he liked it. Who knew how many other rats were hiding behind that wall, let alone throughout the village?! "The rest of you, get back here! Caili, we need a shield, now!"
Leaving Richards and Clemens' bodies behind, the remaining ten armored soldiers shoved back to join Conall behind the safety of an alley. A lightly armored soldier made a few motions with her hands, forming a dimly glowing wall of Light magic that erected itself in front of the walkway, blocking their immediate front.
The two archers atop the nearby rooftop notched their arrows, keeping an even closer watch over the top of the wall.