*Several messengers pass through.* *One Messenger stops at the Shadow Warrior Castle. It brings the following messange.*
To: The Leader of the Shadow Warriors From: Darthraxx Dragonslayer, Rider of Dragons, King of the Dragon Knights
I humbly request your immediate aid against the fell Xain Empire. Our armies must stand as one if we are to hope to destroy the several thousand Xainish Warriors at our doors. If you remember the Battle of The Forest, then you remember the strength that can be put against us, and I urge you to fight it together, as we did with the Forest Band.
Sincerely, Darthraxx Dragonslayer. *Seal*
As Valithor is not in the South at the moment, the commanding officer takes the message.
"Rest assured, friend, that we will aid you. Even now my commander is in the north drawing up support for us. Tell Darthraxx that we will march to his aid."
*Several messengers pass through.* *One Messenger stops at the Shadow Warrior Castle. It brings the following messange.*
To: The Leader of the Shadow Warriors From: Darthraxx Dragonslayer, Rider of Dragons, King of the Dragon Knights
I humbly request your immediate aid against the fell Xain Empire. Our armies must stand as one if we are to hope to destroy the several thousand Xainish Warriors at our doors. If you remember the Battle of The Forest, then you remember the strength that can be put against us, and I urge you to fight it together, as we did with the Forest Band.
Sincerely, Darthraxx Dragonslayer. *Seal*
As Valithor is not in the South at the moment, the commanding officer takes the message.
"Rest assured, friend, that we will aid you. Even now my commander is in the north drawing up support for us. Tell Darthraxx that we will march to his aid."
*He returns with the message, after informing them that the attack is coming from the sea.*
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
The sound of iron-shod feet marching in unison is heard in the distance, and a dust cloud can be seen on the horizon.
As it draws closer, the Shadow Warriors can see that it is an army of Dwarves, 450 strong. They wear the crest of Aardhemir on their armor, shields, and banners. Each carries an axe, a sword, and a shield. The only exception is the 50 of their number who carry Dwarven crossbows. These weapons are strung with steel wires rather than ropes, and pierce metal as easily as flesh.
At first, the Shadows Warriors are terrified. They have only 120 soldiers with which to defend their keep. No matter how well armed, armored, and skilled they may be, an army of Dwarves is not to be trifled with. As the Dwarves draw closer, the soldiers make out a tall figure dressed in black armor standing at their head. This news rapidly circles the castle.
"Who could 'e be?"
"I don't know, what do you think?"
Suddenly, the gatekeepers recognize him.
"It's the general!"
"Wot? Why is 'e with them?
"I dunno, 'Enry. What d'you fink?"
The General speaks.
"Fellow Shadow Warriors! These good soldiers have agreed to help us fight the Xain invaders! Will we welcome them?"
The soldiers realize that these Dwarves will help them, and cheer.
"Open the gates! There are 451 weary warriors who need food, drink, and a place to rest their head! Will you oblige us?"
"Of course, General!" The gate creaks as the portcullis lifts and the gate swings open. The Dwarves march into the castle, and the gates swing shut. There will be much feasting tonight.
The sound of iron-shod feet marching in unison is heard in the distance, and a dust cloud can be seen on the horizon.
As it draws closer, the Shadow Warriors can see that it is an army of Dwarves, 450 strong. They wear the crest of Aardhemir on their armor, shields, and banners. Each carries an axe, a sword, and a shield. The only exception is the 50 of their number who carry Dwarven crossbows. These weapons are strung with steel wires rather than ropes, and pierce metal as easily as flesh.
At first, the Shadows Warriors are terrified. They have only 120 soldiers with which to defend their keep. No matter how well armed, armored, and skilled they may be, an army of Dwarves is not to be trifled with. As the Dwarves draw closer, the soldiers make out a tall figure dressed in black armor standing at their head. This news rapidly circles the castle.
"Who could 'e be?"
"I don't know, what do you think?"
Suddenly, the gatekeepers recognize him.
"It's the general!"
"Wot? Why is 'e with them?
"I dunno, 'Enry. What d'you fink?"
The General speaks.
"Fellow Shadow Warriors! These good soldiers have agreed to help us fight the Xain invaders! Will we welcome them?"
The soldiers realize that these Dwarves will help them, and cheer.
"Open the gates! There are 451 weary warriors who need food, drink, and a place to rest their head! Will you oblige us?"
"Of course, General!" The gate creaks as the portcullis lifts and the gate swings open. The Dwarves march into the castle, and the gates swing shut. There will be much feasting tonight.
From atop the wall, a few figures dressed in black silently watch the proceedings. They are so still that one's eyes might pass over them twice before realizing that the are there.
OOC: Just introducing the Shadow Guard. Nothing to worry about.
The sound of iron-shod feet marching in unison is heard in the distance, and a dust cloud can be seen on the horizon.
As it draws closer, the Shadow Warriors can see that it is an army of Dwarves, 450 strong. They wear the crest of Aardhemir on their armor, shields, and banners. Each carries an axe, a sword, and a shield. The only exception is the 50 of their number who carry Dwarven crossbows. These weapons are strung with steel wires rather than ropes, and pierce metal as easily as flesh.
At first, the Shadows Warriors are terrified. They have only 120 soldiers with which to defend their keep. No matter how well armed, armored, and skilled they may be, an army of Dwarves is not to be trifled with. As the Dwarves draw closer, the soldiers make out a tall figure dressed in black armor standing at their head. This news rapidly circles the castle.
"Who could 'e be?"
"I don't know, what do you think?"
Suddenly, the gatekeepers recognize him.
"It's the general!"
"Wot? Why is 'e with them?
"I dunno, 'Enry. What d'you fink?"
The General speaks.
"Fellow Shadow Warriors! These good soldiers have agreed to help us fight the Xain invaders! Will we welcome them?"
The soldiers realize that these Dwarves will help them, and cheer.
"Open the gates! There are 451 weary warriors who need food, drink, and a place to rest their head! Will you oblige us?"
"Of course, General!" The gate creaks as the portcullis lifts and the gate swings open. The Dwarves march into the castle, and the gates swing shut. There will be much feasting tonight.
OOC: These guys are moving next day to Dragon Knights, right? Because that that IS where the Xain are, and you said that they would help.
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
The sound of iron-shod feet marching in unison is heard in the distance, and a dust cloud can be seen on the horizon.
As it draws closer, the Shadow Warriors can see that it is an army of Dwarves, 450 strong. They wear the crest of Aardhemir on their armor, shields, and banners. Each carries an axe, a sword, and a shield. The only exception is the 50 of their number who carry Dwarven crossbows. These weapons are strung with steel wires rather than ropes, and pierce metal as easily as flesh.
At first, the Shadows Warriors are terrified. They have only 120 soldiers with which to defend their keep. No matter how well armed, armored, and skilled they may be, an army of Dwarves is not to be trifled with. As the Dwarves draw closer, the soldiers make out a tall figure dressed in black armor standing at their head. This news rapidly circles the castle.
"Who could 'e be?"
"I don't know, what do you think?"
Suddenly, the gatekeepers recognize him.
"It's the general!"
"Wot? Why is 'e with them?
"I dunno, 'Enry. What d'you fink?"
The General speaks.
"Fellow Shadow Warriors! These good soldiers have agreed to help us fight the Xain invaders! Will we welcome them?"
The soldiers realize that these Dwarves will help them, and cheer.
"Open the gates! There are 451 weary warriors who need food, drink, and a place to rest their head! Will you oblige us?"
"Of course, General!" The gate creaks as the portcullis lifts and the gate swings open. The Dwarves march into the castle, and the gates swing shut. There will be much feasting tonight.
OOC: These guys are moving next day to Dragon Knights, right? Because that that IS where the Xain are, and you said that they would help.
OOC: That's up to LegoBuilder, but at the very least the Shadow Warrior leaders will come soon.
-last edited on Jul 24, 2017 19:56:41 GMT by RuleJJ
Post by RuleJJ on Jul 24, 2017 19:56:16 GMT
A lone rider enters the kingdom from the Forest, heading south. He is dressed in simple, well-made clothing without armor and is pushing his horse as fast as it can run.
Sentinels in the Shadow Lands glimpse blue and gold, and hear horns blowing. Five hundred Riders of Morñornia and the Lion ride directly across the border between Shadow, Dragon, and Lion Lands, bound for the Castle of Dragons.
At long last, the gates of the Shadow Warrior's fortress open and an army marches out. In the front ride their cavalry, mounted atop powerful black warhorses. Both rider and horse are clad in jet-black armor. Each rider carries a lance at his side and a shield on his back. There are 20 of their number.
Next comes the infantry, clad in full armor and bearing their weapons openly. This is a time of war, after all. Of their number ten carry battleaxes, ten carry swords and shields, and twenty-five carry spears and shields. Each shield and chestplate bears the crest of the Shadow Warriors: the Black Raven. Let the enemy know who comes to face them.
Behind them come the archers, 30 in number, carrying their longbows with grim resolve. On their backs are quivers filled with arrows, ready to rain death upon the Xain. Each is clad in chain mail and wear the crest of their order upon their chest.
After the archers ride five men clad only in black robes. They are the spellcasters, the battlemages if you will, of this army. Each is well-versed in the the arcane art of sorcery and will use this knowledge to devastating effect against their enemy. When these five sorcerers, wizards, and mages work in tandem, it is said by the Shadow Warriors that anything is possible,
In the rear of this army rides the general, and around him in foot, his 9 bodyguards. Each one wears full black armor of the highest quality complete with a raven-winged helmet. They bear the crest of their general rather than the crest of their order: a red serpent on a black field. Each one of these guards carry a long halberd in one hand and a tower shield in the other, with a sword at their side. All are prepared to die for their leader.
Behind the Shadow Warriors march the Dwarves of Aardhemir, clad in the armor of their homeland and carrying weapons forged by Dwarven craftsmen. Each will fight for the freedom of their world, even alongside strangers.
This army of 560 marches to met the Xain in battle, but heaven knows if it will be enough.
At long last, the gates of the Shadow Warrior's fortress open and an army marches out. In the front ride their cavalry, mounted atop powerful black warhorses. Both rider and horse are clad in jet-black armor. Each rider carries a lance at his side and a shield on his back. There are 20 of their number.
Next comes the infantry, clad in full armor and bearing their weapons openly. This is a time of war, after all. Of their number ten carry battleaxes, ten carry swords and shields, and twenty-five carry spears and shields. Each shield and chestplate bears the crest of the Shadow Warriors: the Black Raven. Let the enemy know who comes to face them.
Behind them come the archers, 30 in number, carrying their longbows with grim resolve. On their backs are quivers filled with arrows, ready to rain death upon the Xain. Each is clad in chain mail and wear the crest of their order upon their chest.
After the archers ride five men clad only in black robes. They are the spellcasters, the battlemages if you will, of this army. Each is well-versed in the the arcane art of sorcery and will use this knowledge to devastating effect against their enemy. When these five sorcerers, wizards, and mages work in tandem, it is said by the Shadow Warriors that anything is possible,
In the rear of this army rides the general, and around him in foot, his 9 bodyguards. Each one wears full black armor of the highest quality complete with a raven-winged helmet. They bear the crest of their general rather than the crest of their order: a red serpent on a black field. Each one of these guards carry a long halberd in one hand and a tower shield in the other, with a sword at their side. All are prepared to die for their leader.
Behind the Shadow Warriors march the Dwarves of Aardhemir, clad in the armor of their homeland and carrying weapons forged by Dwarven craftsmen. Each will fight for the freedom of their world, even alongside strangers.
This army of 560 marches to met the Xain in battle, but heaven knows if it will be enough.
Elphin goes with the archers, shrouded in a long black cloak.
