In the Pass of Iksmiar Valley (F)

KoalaRaptor · #1 10-07-2009, 06:14 PM

‘Our enemy’s moral is shaken,’ states your captain loudly. Standing upon a boulder his golden capes sways in the canyon wind. Feydrin is at the Pass of Iksmiar Valley, the only known entrance into the last land under Iksmiar’s control. Solis has been trying to take it for near a hundred years now with no success. Some say that there is a strange magic that will not allow the armies of Solis to gain victory there, for by sheer strength and number alone Solis should have prevailed long ago.

But reports indicate that Iksmiar Valley has befallen a severe drought for the past year, and that their people may not even last the coming winter. Some of the Enlightened, thirteen men and women who rule Solis by their communion with the deity, claim that this drought was sent from Solis to fulfill the Great Prophesy. It is said that ‘when three kingdoms have become one, Solis will be freed from his sun.’ Solis has already conquered Kalmir long ago, and most of Iksmiar as well save this tiny valley.

‘Here! Now! We shall fulfill the great prophesy!’ Captain Siratus cries unsheathing his blade.

The sounds of metal echoe through the narrow pass as an army of two hundred strong raised up their arms, roaring their battle-cries! They were crammed into the pass standing maybe thirty men abreast. Their lack of concern for stealth was due to an Iksmiar scout that must have spotted them, for a warning arrow was recently sent loose from a hiding place in the rocks.

Feydrin is just behind the front line as the charge begins around the nearby bend to face the knights of Iksmiar...

Ulfgar Bloodcrier · #2 10-07-2009, 07:53 PM

Feydrin charges forward with the rest of the men. He wants to spill blood for his god but he hopes he will not have to. Fight well my brothers! He gives a shout as he rounds the bend.

KoalaRaptor · #3 10-07-2009, 09:15 PM

The men of Solis turn into a hail of arrows that shatter on the first line like a mighty wave, knocking many down and slowing their advance.

As a man falls before him, Feydrin can see the armor of the Iksmiar archers glimmering in the twilight.

With a thud he takes an arrow to the shield as another flies past his head into an unsuspecting soul behind him. He is not so lucky as he strides the final thirty feet and two enemy arrows find their mark, one cutting his right forearm followed by another that sinks into the inside of his thigh. The later arrow topples him and he begins to roll down the incline before regaining himself to stand before the ready Iksmiar knights. They seem to glow with a mighty aura before Feydrin, who might have sworn they stood each six and a half feet at that moment. Their breastplates shown with a golden 'I' ...

Ulfgar Bloodcrier · #4 10-07-2009, 09:37 PM

Feydrin picks himself up and readies a battle stance, swinging his scimitar menacingly over his head. Iksmiar scum!

OOC: I'm assuming now is a good time to roll initiative?

KoalaRaptor · #5 10-08-2009, 11:05 AM

OOC: Since this is a large scale battle, i feel initiative is somewhat irrelevant. Instead, for this type of fight I'll have you roll 3 attacks (as well as their damage) at a time to move things along a bit...

Ulfgar Bloodcrier · #6 10-08-2009, 04:37 PM

Feydrin suddenly charges at the knights. He lashes out at the closest few with his scimitar. Solis guide my blade! He keeps his shield up to help repel any attacks.

KoalaRaptor · #7 10-08-2009, 09:48 PM

Feydrin's blade meets wind and steel with every blow, but nor do his enemies break his defense...

Ulfgar Bloodcrier · #8 10-10-2009, 02:26 PM

Feydrin calls out for help, Aid me men of Solis! We must crush these Iksmiar knights! He sweeps forward again in attack.

KoalaRaptor · #9 10-12-2009, 03:51 PM

Feydrin ducks a blow, retaliating with a slash to the attackers thigh, ripping tendons as his foe topples to the ground. He would have finished the man in an instant save an arrow that found its way in his back. In his moment of shock two blades rain down upon him, beating him back.

As the sun sinks below the canyon walls, a high-pitched wailing horn sounds the retreat from behind, and the soldiers left standing begin back to the camp, to resume the battle come morning. The casualties might have been in the twenties, with the number of injuries much higher.

Back at camp, fires have sprung up and the soldiers are making idle chit-chat and examining their injuries...

Ulfgar Bloodcrier · #10 10-12-2009, 04:06 PM

You cannot strike me down! Feydrin laughs and hurries back to the camp in retreat. He sits near the fire, listening to the chatter as he nurses his wounds. He will be glad when he can drop the "blood lust" act.

KoalaRaptor · #11 10-12-2009, 04:14 PM

Most of the chatter is of little interest, the boasting and complaints of soldiers that he has heard over and over before. Most of them men sleep early enough to be well rested for the morning assault, while a few of the more reckless stay up drinking for a while.

Feydrin's wounds are bandaged by one of the handful of priests brought along. Unlike clerics, priests can perform no magic, and are act as little more than nurses in times of war. This one is male, a thin, dark skinned man of middle age who does not speak as he goes about his work...

Ulfgar Bloodcrier · #12 10-14-2009, 03:10 PM

Feydrin attempts to starts a conversation with the priest.

What do you think of all this? Think Solis will lead us to victory tomorrow?