OOC: About eighty I believe. I'll switch back to in character when Winnjetbrick replies.
OOC: Less that that I'm afraid, though I don't know how much. We had more people in our HQ when this whole thing started.
IC: Harfor and a few men go opposite to the minotaur group, pressing the Xain from both sides. Amion loses one of his knives and picks up a broken shield.
OOC: Alas.
IC: Lexos goes deeper into the battle, slashing his sword and knocking down Xain after Xain as fast as he could.
As he draws close to the battle, he is able to make the following assessments: 1. The army in crimson and white, who he now knows to be the enemy, are winning against their opponents dressed in black. 2. The army in black is under attack by magic as well, but don't appear to have any magic-users of their own. 3. There is a large stone dragon flying above the battle. It appears to be struggling against some largely unseen force, likely magical in nature.
Getting a little closer, he finds a black-furred minotaur waving towards him from a position a short distance from the battle.
OOC: Not much less. I might put it between sixty and seventy, a little less than half of what you had at the beginning. You don't lose trained troops when people go inactive.
IC: Trapped between the forces, the Xains struggle to hold the line, for now. Their numbers are still far greater, but the arrival of the Forest Band has greatly changed the odds.
*Drake uses a tier 4 spell to send fireballs at them.*
Several Xains are smashed by the spell, but some of the fireballs also land a little too close to his allies for comfort. He'll have to be careful not to hit the wrong people.
The minotaur sighs. "Where to begin. First of all, the Kriatoma lost their leader, and no one's stepped up to replace him, so they're in chaos. Add to that the fact that they're being targeted by a group of sorcerers, and things are not going well. Fortunately, Rojinn is distracting the rest of the sorcerers, but it's anyone's guess as to how long they can hold it together. If you ask me, our best chance is to get to their general and smash him, but I don't know who could do that."
OOC: Hint hint.
OOC: Ha ha, nice.
IC: "Hm... whereabouts is this general?" Kestrel scans the forces.
"He's in his tent, recovering from his injuries." The minotaur points to one of the red tents arranged along the shoreline. "What, surely you're not thinking about taking him on alone?"
OOC: Less that that I'm afraid, though I don't know how much. We had more people in our HQ when this whole thing started.
IC: Harfor and a few men go opposite to the minotaur group, pressing the Xain from both sides. Amion loses one of his knives and picks up a broken shield.
OOC: Alas.
IC: Lexos goes deeper into the battle, slashing his sword and knocking down Xain after Xain as fast as he could.
As he draws close to the battle, he is able to make the following assessments: 1. The army in crimson and white, who he now knows to be the enemy, are winning against their opponents dressed in black. 2. The army in black is under attack by magic as well, but don't appear to have any magic-users of their own. 3. There is a large stone dragon flying above the battle. It appears to be struggling against some largely unseen force, likely magical in nature.
Getting a little closer, he finds a black-furred minotaur waving towards him from a position a short distance from the battle.
"That was a weakened version!? no matter, we have the advantage. We must hurry, and route them while we still can!"
*Darthraxx charges towards Rojinn and the Sorcerers, after rallying any Dragon Knights just standing around.*
Actually, where are the Dragon Knights right now? I don't really know.
As Darthraxx charges towards the battle, he finds the Kriatoma army in disarray and leaderless, barely holding their own against the Xains. They also seem to be under attack from a group of Old Magic-users, who are protected by a wide ring of Xain soldiers. Meanwhile, Rojinn is struggling against the elemental sorcerers scattered among the bulk of the Xain army.
*Darthraxx casts a Tier 5 spell upon the Old Magic-users, Turning their chalk (or whatever they're using to make runes) into acid.* *Darthraxx runs to the Kriatoma, levitates himself up using the cloak, and yells "To Me!" at the Kriatoma, charging at the ring of Xain soldiers.*
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
Demiu nods to a soldier. "Alberad, help him." One of the men helps Corellus mount his steed. He undoes the ropes tying the general's ankles together while he gets into the saddle, then redoes them, so that Corellus' legs are bound both to the straps on the horse's belly, and to each other.
The rest of the men mount.
Corellus remains placid and cooperative as he is tied up.
The group sets off towards the Tavern, bearing a white flag.
IC: "Hm... whereabouts is this general?" Kestrel scans the forces.
"He's in his tent, recovering from his injuries." The minotaur points to one of the red tents arranged along the shoreline. "What, surely you're not thinking about taking him on alone?"
"He's wounded isn't he? Shouldn't be too difficult." The elf smirks, checking a few arrows from his quiver. Kestrel puts the arrows away and stares at the tent. "What beasts of transportation are available?" He muses aloud.
*Drake uses a tier 4 spell to send fireballs at them.*
Several Xains are smashed by the spell, but some of the fireballs also land a little too close to his allies for comfort. He'll have to be careful not to hit the wrong people.
*Drake rushes in with his sword, attacking Xain as he reaches them.*
OOC: Not much less. I might put it between sixty and seventy, a little less than half of what you had at the beginning. You don't lose trained troops when people go inactive.
IC: Trapped between the forces, the Xains struggle to hold the line, for now. Their numbers are still far greater, but the arrival of the Forest Band has greatly changed the odds.
As Darthraxx charges towards the battle, he finds the Kriatoma army in disarray and leaderless, barely holding their own against the Xains. They also seem to be under attack from a group of Old Magic-users, who are protected by a wide ring of Xain soldiers. Meanwhile, Rojinn is struggling against the elemental sorcerers scattered among the bulk of the Xain army.
*Darthraxx casts a Tier 5 spell upon the Old Magic-users, Turning their chalk (or whatever they're using to make runes) into acid.* *Darthraxx runs to the Kriatoma, levitates himself up using the cloak, and yells "To Me!" at the Kriatoma, charging at the ring of Xain soldiers.*
OOC: The spell could only affect one type of item. It didn't work for chalk. You'll have to cast it again if you want it to affect something else.
IC: A handful of the Kriatoma follow, but most of them are too far drawn into the chaos. Gidie shouts to Darthraxx: "If you take care of the main army, I'll try to work up something to fight those Old Magic-users."
"He's in his tent, recovering from his injuries." The minotaur points to one of the red tents arranged along the shoreline. "What, surely you're not thinking about taking him on alone?"
"He's wounded isn't he? Shouldn't be too difficult." The elf smirks, checking a few arrows from his quiver. Kestrel puts the arrows away and stares at the tent. "What beasts of transportation are available?" He muses aloud.
The minotaur shakes his head. "You didn't see him fighting the Kriatoma. It takes a lot to make one of them fall, and he did it by himself."
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