>══════════════════════════════════════════════════════< >══════════════════════════════════════════════════════< >══════════════════════════════════════════════════════< The story is told from the eyes of Eidolon, the Grandmaster of the Chetist Crusaders. It mentions the events that partook in an in-game clash on Morgath on Tuesday, June 7th. TLDR at the bottom. >══════════════════════════════════════════════════════< The sounds of drums beat ferociously through the midnight skies. The rhythmic collective hum of many battered, downtrodden, and dirt-caked warriors rang under each vibrating boom of the drum. A tall, blue-clad, white helmeted knight walked, a large tome in his left arm. The knight soared between the lines, his gloved fingers trailed across each soldier's forehead and whispered hushed personal utterances to each fighter present. Minutes went by as he got to the last soldier present. He limped to the head of the pack and turned to face the band with outstretched arms. "Chevaliers of Cintra, the Amaranthine militiamen, the brave Lyrese Allar! You are all now free from your stately duties, your numerous enemies have made it such by toppling your heads of state! We are all landless hedge knights now bound not by ever-changing things such as government but by our faith in Chet alone!" He turned his back to the troupe, the rumbling of war drums intensifying. As the man peered over the city's wall the grouping planted itself, mobs of fighters emerged from the mountains that once protected the city from natural disasters only to now give safe passage to its enemies. Torch-wielding soldiers came marching in tandem through the farmlands that surrounded their city with a few dropping them, setting the crops ablaze. "Our enemies are numerous, all bought into the lie that they are without sin. They have called us killers, murderers, and men who lack humanity while they are guilty of the same. What they say may be true but did Chet not order us to uncover our eyes first? For the blind man is incapable of seeing for others?" Footsteps made themselves known. Through the streets of the city, many draped in the red and gold of the Morgath guard marched down the cobbled roads and out the cold steely gates to meet their foe. The man in blue piped up to the disheartened souls, raising a white-gloved palm in the air, finger pointed to the skies as his feet spun his view back to the band of bastards. "Fight not for your worldly leaders for they are flawed.. they are the killers and the murderers amongst you who send your sons and daughters to die for their wealth and pride. Take a stand against hypocrites. Fight for Chet." The crusader made his way back between the rows of soldiers, his boots propelling him to the staircase. The beaten warrior's demeanors visibly changed. A few heads bobbed in agreement, others lips perked into smiles under their dented, hardened helmets. As the blue-clad knight reached the head of the stairs he turned back to the idle soldiers, extending his inviting arm out to the troops "Did I not make myself clear? Fight.. for.. Chet!" And with a snap of the fingers, the grouping almost immediately came out of their idle daze. Eyes widening, the many starry-eyed, grubby-faced warriors all trudged with the commander down the staircase, and through the city streets to fearlessly join the frontlines. Between the blowing of various war horns, the scattering of citizenry preparing for the siege, and the odd soldier mobbed by a wife and child for what may be their final embrace a chorus of chants, cheers and callouts cut through the chaos "Fight for Chet!" "Fight for Chet!” "Fight for Chet!" >══════════════════════════════════════════════════════< >══════════════════════════════════════════════════════< The farmlands were tense with many fresh-faced guards biting the tops of their shields as they awaited the order. It wouldn’t come yet. What did come though was a large, burning comet of a boulder sailing out from the mountains. Many looked up to it, eyes widened as some scattered to avoid the missile. As the rocket approached, so did its flaming roar as it hurtled to the ground, sucking the surrounding air from the earth as fuel for its collapse. The rank and file warriors cried aloud as many fallen within its exploding fireball. What followed was the feral call of the enemy, the tips of the various untouched wheat and cornstalks shook and jostled as the hordes charged rapidly toward their enemy. The call came in the form of another deafening blow from the warhorn. From the walls, the sky was set alight with waves of flaming Isldar Inuran-made arrows. When the projectiles met their mark, the faces of their foes were brought to the light. A mess of various troops it was with many amongst them having pitch red eyes. A call rang through the line as they saw the enemy. “Sanguiiinnneee!” The world seemingly went silent for a mere moment before the two opposing lines chaotically merged. Many assailants were cut down from the barrage of arrows which indeed lessened the impact of the charge however many vampires flowed like water through the gap created by the initial opening blast. With the scent of fresh blood in the sanguines nostrils, their eyes glowed proudly through the fiery warzone and pounced upon many foes with their throats being the first thing met.. some with blades, but the majority with sharpened teeth. Even against the void spawn itself the Morgath guard steeled forth as their comrade's blood spewed over their heads and into their eyes. Their weapons wildly swung out with reckless abandon at their foes, refusing to break or bend in the face of evil personified. Their struggle paid off, many thrusted their spears, and halberds into the void, meeting walls of the enemy's flesh. On the right flank, Amaranthine regulars supported by blue and gold Chetist crusaders clashed against various heavily armoured Deldrimor knights. What was also seen was a squadron of fresh-faced newcomers, seemingly a troupe of glory seekers that were initially hiding away in the safe confines of the city. With a rallying cry from its leader the untainted scrappy men stormed through the red and gray knights, their shields expertly deflecting the blows and jabs of the axed warriors. In a flash a blade swung out, and a head went flying through the air. The hulking figure of the massively armoured knight collapsed onto the body of the small, inexperienced foe, his lifeless body pinning the boy down. “S-Shit that was the commander! Retreat men, retreat!” On a mere dime the Deldrimor Knights broke away, fleeing the fray just as quick as they entered. The fighters swiftly got back into formation, shields in front with pikes and halberds lined up behind the many boards. From the left flank the Lyrese Allar fought claw to steel, utilizing their normal hit and run tactics. Many would fall, whoever did fall however was unclear. Talon met artery, blade connected with throat. Unfortunately, a logistical error was made by the Allars commander, and the Allars front was nearly overwhelmed from the side as various soldiers sailed between the Allars gaps cutting many down. Thankfully though, with the retreat of the right flank, and the erasure of the sanguine in the front the battle was over as the defenders hastily mopped up after their left flanks mistake. From the mountains a booming horn was heard again, making the retreat official with the wounded left behind to be cut down by the victorious defenders. Riding from behind the frontline, a small squad of heavily armoured mounted cavalrymen followed alongside their mounted lord. His great helmet shined to a perfection, although bloodied through battle. A bejeweled crown rested above his helmet as he approached behind the right flank. “Grandmaster Eidolon I am checking on the flanks. Is everyone okay? Are any of you injured?” The Crusader walked up to the horses, shaking his head as he slung his halberd over his shoulder. The armour originally blue and white in normal conditions, but through the heat of this battle it was head to toe in crimson blood. “King Velaryon.. I apologize greatly about your home the hordes they- no.. we’re all okay here. In fact… this one right here is responsible for their retreat..” The bloodied knight approached the lines, digging through the dead bodies as he tugged an unconscious, clear-faced fighter no older than the age of nineteen out from the beheaded commander. The boy was hoisted up toward the cavalrymen, planting the fighter into the lap of the King himself. A hearty, muffled chuckle could only be heard in return from the helmeted lord as his gauntleted palm protectively rested on the new war hero's chest “Very well.. I will ensure that he gets the best medical treatment this city could offer. In the end, we might lose this city though. They’ve never brought enough men.. surely enough they’ll call the rest of their allies to overwhelm us. In the meantime though Grandmaster.. enjoy the loot.” (TLDR - Big King Sevak was beheaded by our nooblet yeetius, vampires were killed, Aeyris PC crashed and he died lol idiot, Morgath won the clash, and I got a new shiny god wep)
