Batte is interrupted by a great noise. Horns sound from the North.
The Lion Knights have come at last!
Five hundred riders top a ridge, lead by a rider clad in white, mounted upon a chestnut horse, and followed by a stone lion. His eyes scan the field, as his men move into position.
"Eorion, take your company down the left flank! Lucas, follow the King's Banner down the centre! Galdan, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no Darkness!"
The Captains of the Lion hasten into position.
The Lord of the Lion Knights moves to rally his men.
"Arise, arise Riders of Demiu! Spears shall be shaken! Spears shall be splintered! A Sword Day, a Red Day, ere our freedom is won!"
A wall of spears descends, directed at the Xain Host. Demiu rides along it, his sword clattering against them.
"Ride now! RIDE NOW! RIDE! RIDE TO RUIN! AND THE WORLD'S ENDING!"
Demiu comes to a halt in the centre of the wall, and raises his blade. His cries are echoed by the Lion Host.
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
Turning once more to the invaders, Demiu lets loose a great cry: "FORTH, LEONINGAS!"
Horns sound with all their might, and the host moves forth. Starting slowly, they gather speed, until it is a full-on charge. At the last second, Demiu raises his blade, and a great wind sweeps down, unfurling their banners.
Close behind the Lion Rampant and Morñornia's yellow and orange sun rising over a red field are banners emblazoned with runes. As they are revealed, a great white light shines from the sky, preventing the Xain from looking at their charging foes and forming an effective line against them.
The Lion Host smashes into the invading army, ploughing deep into their ranks. Blue Fire erupts from Leonus' maw, and Demiu's white blade arcs around him, cleaving the armour of those that are foolish enough to approach.
OOC: I just realized I need to reply to this.
IC: As the Xain soldiers marching towards the castle number many more than the Lions and Morñornians, they absorb the initial attack and then surround them, attacking on all sides.
*The Stone Warriors freeze for a few seconds, before brutally attacking the Xain.* (2 swordsmen are keeping TG's character out of the way, 3 Archers are near them firing, and then their are 10 Axemen and 10 with various blunt force weapons, namely maces and flails. All but the archers have shields of stone.)
*Once the Xain are destroyed, the leader turns back to TG, asking him the question again.* "And your are?"
"I am a aid to the Dragon Knights. But who are you?"
*Arrows and the few catapults begin firing at will.*
The Xains group together, with those with shields protecting those without, thus making slow but steady progress. About a third of the catapult attacks are blocked by magic.
*The continue firing, Archers firing at those closest while Catapults simply wrecking havoc any which way.*
*The Gargoyles plummet at the ship, destroying them with both body and ice.*
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
Batte is interrupted by a great noise. Horns sound from the North.
The Lion Knights have come at last!
Five hundred riders top a ridge, lead by a rider clad in white, mounted upon a chestnut horse, and followed by a stone lion. His eyes scan the field, as his men move into position.
"Eorion, take your company down the left flank! Lucas, follow the King's Banner down the centre! Galdan, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no Darkness!"
The Captains of the Lion hasten into position.
The Lord of the Lion Knights moves to rally his men.
"Arise, arise Riders of Demiu! Spears shall be shaken! Spears shall be splintered! A Sword Day, a Red Day, ere our freedom is won!"
A wall of spears descends, directed at the Xain Host. Demiu rides along it, his sword clattering against them.
"Ride now! RIDE NOW! RIDE! RIDE TO RUIN! AND THE WORLD'S ENDING!"
Demiu comes to a halt in the centre of the wall, and raises his blade. His cries are echoed by the Lion Host.
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
Turning once more to the invaders, Demiu lets loose a great cry: "FORTH, LEONINGAS!"
Horns sound with all their might, and the host moves forth. Starting slowly, they gather speed, until it is a full-on charge. At the last second, Demiu raises his blade, and a great wind sweeps down, unfurling their banners.
Close behind the Lion Rampant and Morñornia's yellow and orange sun rising over a red field are banners emblazoned with runes. As they are revealed, a great white light shines from the sky, preventing the Xain from looking at their charging foes and forming an effective line against them.
The Lion Host smashes into the invading army, ploughing deep into their ranks. Blue Fire erupts from Leonus' maw, and Demiu's white blade arcs around him, cleaving the armour of those that are foolish enough to approach.
OOC: This sounds familiar. . .
IC: "Armies of Torren Dedrakis, Be Ready! We Shall turn back the tides! The Horn of Daedalus Dedrakis May be Silenced one day, But it is Not this Day! This day shall be won by the Valiant Men who Defend their Kingdom!" *The Horn of Daedalus is Blown Again, and the Stone Warriors begin moving from the Hills.*
OOC: I have no idea where you could have heard it before...
Batte is interrupted by a great noise. Horns sound from the North.
The Lion Knights have come at last!
Five hundred riders top a ridge, lead by a rider clad in white, mounted upon a chestnut horse, and followed by a stone lion. His eyes scan the field, as his men move into position.
"Eorion, take your company down the left flank! Lucas, follow the King's Banner down the centre! Galdan, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no Darkness!"
The Captains of the Lion hasten into position.
The Lord of the Lion Knights moves to rally his men.
"Arise, arise Riders of Demiu! Spears shall be shaken! Spears shall be splintered! A Sword Day, a Red Day, ere our freedom is won!"
A wall of spears descends, directed at the Xain Host. Demiu rides along it, his sword clattering against them.
"Ride now! RIDE NOW! RIDE! RIDE TO RUIN! AND THE WORLD'S ENDING!"
Demiu comes to a halt in the centre of the wall, and raises his blade. His cries are echoed by the Lion Host.
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
"DEATH!"
Turning once more to the invaders, Demiu lets loose a great cry: "FORTH, LEONINGAS!"
Horns sound with all their might, and the host moves forth. Starting slowly, they gather speed, until it is a full-on charge. At the last second, Demiu raises his blade, and a great wind sweeps down, unfurling their banners.
Close behind the Lion Rampant and Morñornia's yellow and orange sun rising over a red field are banners emblazoned with runes. As they are revealed, a great white light shines from the sky, preventing the Xain from looking at their charging foes and forming an effective line against them.
The Lion Host smashes into the invading army, ploughing deep into their ranks. Blue Fire erupts from Leonus' maw, and Demiu's white blade arcs around him, cleaving the armour of those that are foolish enough to approach.
OOC: I just realized I need to reply to this.
IC: As the Xain soldiers marching towards the castle number many more than the Lions and Morñornians, they absorb the initial attack and then surround them, attacking on all sides.
The Lion Host presses on, using the advantage of the blinding light to crush the Xain before them. As they are forced to turn and face those behind them, the light fades. They move forwards slowly, and attempt to disrupt the Xain advance to the best of their ability.
The Xains group together, with those with shields protecting those without, thus making slow but steady progress. About a third of the catapult attacks are blocked by magic.
*The continue firing, Archers firing at those closest while Catapults simply wrecking havoc any which way.*
*The Gargoyles plummet at the ship, destroying them with both body and ice.*
The Xain are now preoccupied with fighting the Lions and Morñornians, but a group of them continues to protect their flank.
The ship does not sink right away, but seeing the destruction, its occupants and the occupants of the other ships begin to disembark.
IC: As the Xain soldiers marching towards the castle number many more than the Lions and Morñornians, they absorb the initial attack and then surround them, attacking on all sides.
The Lion Host presses on, using the advantage of the blinding light to crush the Xain before them. As they are forced to turn and face those behind them, the light fades. They move forwards slowly, and attempt to disrupt the Xain advance to the best of their ability.
The Xain have stopped advancing, but the Lions and Morñornians find themselves trapped in the middle of them as they press ever closer.
*The continue firing, Archers firing at those closest while Catapults simply wrecking havoc any which way.*
*The Gargoyles plummet at the ship, destroying them with both body and ice.*
The Xain are now preoccupied with fighting the Lions and Morñornians, but a group of them continues to protect their flank.
The ship does not sink right away, but seeing the destruction, its occupants and the occupants of the other ships begin to disembark.
*The Dragon Knight melee army, including Darthraxx move out of the Castle on horseback, Darthraxx casting ten Bright Light Spells, and ten Channeling spells (essentially, he just created ten small blinding light spots) and the Dragon Knight's begin using hammerhead tactics.*
*The Gargoyles attack anyone they see that might be a witch.* (Please note they are at the closest ships to the ones stopping Rojinn.)
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
The Lion Host presses on, using the advantage of the blinding light to crush the Xain before them. As they are forced to turn and face those behind them, the light fades. They move forwards slowly, and attempt to disrupt the Xain advance to the best of their ability.
The Xain have stopped advancing, but the Lions and Morñornians find themselves trapped in the middle of them as they press ever closer.
*The Stone Warriors attack from their positions.*
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
The Lion Host presses on, using the advantage of the blinding light to crush the Xain before them. As they are forced to turn and face those behind them, the light fades. They move forwards slowly, and attempt to disrupt the Xain advance to the best of their ability.
The Xain have stopped advancing, but the Lions and Morñornians find themselves trapped in the middle of them as they press ever closer.
The Lions and Morñornians attempt to the Xain at lance length as much as they can. Where it is impossible, they draw swords. The Banner of the Lion is planted in the middle of the ring. Around it, some of the riders dismount and draw bows, launching arrows into enemy ranks. Leonus roars, boosting morale. Soon after, he releases a second torrent of blue fire into the invaders.
Turning, Demiu sounds his horn in the direction of the Dragon Castle, requesting aid.
