Um. . . All our troops have been trained. Their should be 25 here (under your command, defending the territory) and 100 in the Ruins of the Pine Forest/Moving through Shadow Knight Territory. say. . . they should be able to go from Shadow Knight Territory right to the Pine Forest.
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
Um. . . All our troops have been trained. Their should be 25 here (under your command, defending the territory) and 100 in the Ruins of the Pine Forest/Moving through Shadow Knight Territory. say. . . they should be able to go from Shadow Knight Territory right to the Pine Forest.
I thought extra troops couldn't hurt, and it gives Xavic something to do.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
*Troops begin readying themselves, and send a scout to get the rest of the Dragon Knights.*
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
OOC: Oh dear. I might need to accelerate my journey northward. Although, it would be quite dramatic if Valithor and Casúr arrived at the last minute at the head of a large Northern Army to crush the invaders.
OOC: Oh dear. I might need to accelerate my journey northward. Although, it would be quite dramatic if Valithor and Casúr arrived at the last minute at the head of a large Northern Army to crush the invaders.
OOC: You'll probably be fine. Just don't take a terribly long time.
OOC: Oh dear. I might need to accelerate my journey northward. Although, it would be quite dramatic if Valithor and Casúr arrived at the last minute at the head of a large Northern Army to crush the invaders.
OOC: You'll probably be fine. Just don't take a terribly long time.
OOC: I won't. I'm most likely wrapping up in the Pine Forest, and then I'll head northward.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
The ships reach land and stop there. No one leaves them. The song still rings, louder now.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
The ships reach land and stop there. No one leaves them. The song still rings, louder now.
*The 25 men stay in the castle, awaiting the armies attack.* Because these men have not been assigned weapons, here they are:
10 archers 10 men with spears and large shields 5 Knights with various weapons and shields.
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
On the horizon, a dark shape becomes visible. Gradually, more and more shapes begin to appear, peppering the skyline. As they slowly draw closer, their forms solidify into ships with hulls of a dark wood and red sails. There are dozens of them, huge and menacing. Something is strange about them, but it is hard to place at first. Then you realize- they are moving directly towards the shore, to the west, but the wind blows north. A strange song fills your ears, so faint that it is almost impossible to hear and you think you might be imagining it, but at the same time it seems so real. It is a song of war and it is coming from the ships.
The ships reach land and stop there. No one leaves them. The song still rings, louder now.
