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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 17:38:38 GMT -8
"CHARGE!!!" the commander shouts. Commander Crosse stands atop a wooden platform, warhorn in his left hand, rapier in the other.The archers below him are dispatching enemies down the battlefield. Further up the battlefield, the vanguard battles it out against the Louvette defenders. This is the first time the Selwyn bannermen had engaged in open battle with the rebels. The commander grabs his warhorn and blows into it, the sound of the horn roars through the battlefield as the warriors charge up the battlefield. Among their ranks is Frederyc, arming sword in hand. "ARGH" a man next to him yells out. A man falls to the ground, crossbow bolt in his chest. "KEEP RUNNING!!" the commander screams The soldiers run over his body, Frederyc can hear the sound of boots and muffled screams. They push up with the vanguard's dwindling numbers. "DISPERSE!" the commander yells and blows on his horn. The crowd of soldiers separate and meet steel with the Louvettes. Frederyc can hear the clang of steel and screams roar out. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" An enemy soldiers roars, grasping a spear in both hands, charging it towards Frederyc.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 17:47:52 GMT -8
"CHARGE!!!" the commander shouts. Commander Crosse stands atop a wooden platform, warhorn in his left hand, rapier in the other.The archers below him are dispatching enemies down the battlefield. Further up the battlefield, the vanguard battles it out against the Louvette defenders. This is the first time the Selwyn bannermen had engaged in open battle with the rebels. The commander grabs his warhorn and blows into it, the sound of the horn roars through the battlefield as the warriors charge up the battlefield. Among their ranks is Frederyc, arming sword in hand. "ARGH" a man next to him yells out. A man falls to the ground, crossbow bolt in his chest. "KEEP RUNNING!!" the commander screams The soldiers run over his body, Frederyc can hear the sound of boots and muffled screams. They push up with the vanguard's dwindling numbers. "DISPERSE!" the commander yells and blows on his horn. The crowd of soldiers separate and meet steel with the Louvettes. Frederyc can hear the clang of steel and screams roar out. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" An enemy soldiers roars, grasping a spear in both hands, charging it towards Frederyc. Frederyc charges with the others. As his eldest brother Ferris is helping to manage affairs at the keep, Frederyc is the only Staunton son on the battlefield. His colored armor is a beacon of hope to the Staunton soldiers around him and other southerners alike, as he rushes to meet his opponent. He sees the man charging through the holes of his helmet as he runs to meet him. As the tip of the spear draws closer, Frederyc swings his sword in a circular arc, hoping to hit the man's spear downwards and away from himself.
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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 18:27:36 GMT -8
"CHARGE!!!" the commander shouts. Commander Crosse stands atop a wooden platform, warhorn in his left hand, rapier in the other.The archers below him are dispatching enemies down the battlefield. Further up the battlefield, the vanguard battles it out against the Louvette defenders. This is the first time the Selwyn bannermen had engaged in open battle with the rebels. The commander grabs his warhorn and blows into it, the sound of the horn roars through the battlefield as the warriors charge up the battlefield. Among their ranks is Frederyc, arming sword in hand. "ARGH" a man next to him yells out. A man falls to the ground, crossbow bolt in his chest. "KEEP RUNNING!!" the commander screams The soldiers run over his body, Frederyc can hear the sound of boots and muffled screams. They push up with the vanguard's dwindling numbers. "DISPERSE!" the commander yells and blows on his horn. The crowd of soldiers separate and meet steel with the Louvettes. Frederyc can hear the clang of steel and screams roar out. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" An enemy soldiers roars, grasping a spear in both hands, charging it towards Frederyc. Frederyc charges with the others. As his eldest brother Ferris is helping to manage affairs at the keep, Frederyc is the only Staunton son on the battlefield. His colored armor is a beacon of hope to the Staunton soldiers around him and other southerners alike, as he rushes to meet his opponent. He sees the man charging through the holes of his helmet as he runs to meet him. As the tip of the spear draws closer, Frederyc swings his sword in a circular arc, hoping to hit the man's spear downwards and away from himself. The spear is pushed into the dirt, he pulls it from the dirt and swipes it upwards towards Frederyc's helmet.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 18:29:33 GMT -8
Frederyc charges with the others. As his eldest brother Ferris is helping to manage affairs at the keep, Frederyc is the only Staunton son on the battlefield. His colored armor is a beacon of hope to the Staunton soldiers around him and other southerners alike, as he rushes to meet his opponent. He sees the man charging through the holes of his helmet as he runs to meet him. As the tip of the spear draws closer, Frederyc swings his sword in a circular arc, hoping to hit the man's spear downwards and away from himself. The spear is pushed into the dirt, he pulls it from the dirt and swipes it upwards towards Frederyc's helmet. Frederyc quickly ducks down, attempting to avoid the swipe. He then thrusts his sword towards the man's stomach with one hand.
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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 18:38:24 GMT -8
The spear is pushed into the dirt, he pulls it from the dirt and swipes it upwards towards Frederyc's helmet. Frederyc quickly ducks down, attempting to avoid the swipe. He then thrusts his sword towards the man's stomach with one hand. The blade makes a squelching noise as it enters the mans stomach. He coughs blood through the open face of his helmet. "Fookin' bitch....." he says with a dying groan. He falls to the ground and dies. He sees a man aiming a crossbow at one of his allies to the right, and an ally being overpowered by a larger man to the left.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 18:42:11 GMT -8
Frederyc quickly ducks down, attempting to avoid the swipe. He then thrusts his sword towards the man's stomach with one hand. The blade makes a squelching noise as it enters the mans stomach. He coughs blood through the open face of his helmet. "Fookin' bitch....." he says with a dying groan. He falls to the ground and dies. He sees a man aiming a crossbow at one of his allies to the right, and an ally being overpowered by a larger man to the left. He withdraws his blade from the man, letting him fall. He quickly shouts "Crossbow, watch yourself!" to the first ally in danger, and quickly makes his way to the ally in melee combat. He readies his sword as he aprpoaches the fight.
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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 18:51:11 GMT -8
The blade makes a squelching noise as it enters the mans stomach. He coughs blood through the open face of his helmet. "Fookin' bitch....." he says with a dying groan. He falls to the ground and dies. He sees a man aiming a crossbow at one of his allies to the right, and an ally being overpowered by a larger man to the left. He withdraws his blade from the man, letting him fall. He quickly shouts "Crossbow, watch yourself!" to the first ally in danger, and quickly makes his way to the ally in melee combat. He readies his sword as he aprpoaches the fight. The man raises a shield and the crossbow bolt hits the shield and splinters it. He charges at the crossbow man and stabs his blade into his throat. Fredryc makes his way up to the second man and sees the larger man push his ally to the ground and raise his axe in the air.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 18:55:35 GMT -8
He withdraws his blade from the man, letting him fall. He quickly shouts "Crossbow, watch yourself!" to the first ally in danger, and quickly makes his way to the ally in melee combat. He readies his sword as he aprpoaches the fight. The man raises a shield and the crossbow bolt hits the shield and splinters it. He charges at the crossbow man and stabs his blade into his throat. Fredryc makes his way up to the second man and sees the larger man push his ally to the ground and raise his axe in the air. Frederyc charges up to the man as he raises the axe. He steps forward and swings his sword in a wide arc at the large man's side.
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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 19:07:32 GMT -8
The man raises a shield and the crossbow bolt hits the shield and splinters it. He charges at the crossbow man and stabs his blade into his throat. Fredryc makes his way up to the second man and sees the larger man push his ally to the ground and raise his axe in the air. Frederyc charges up to the man as he raises the axe. He steps forward and swings his sword in a wide arc at the large man's side. The man begins to bring the axe down but quickly glances to the side and swings his axe sideways, parrying Frederyc's swing. He pulls his axe back and brings it down towards Frederyc
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 19:11:47 GMT -8
Frederyc charges up to the man as he raises the axe. He steps forward and swings his sword in a wide arc at the large man's side. The man begins to bring the axe down but quickly glances to the side and swings his axe sideways, parrying Frederyc's swing. He pulls his axe back and brings it down towards Frederyc Frederyc lifts his sword to block the axe swing. If he's successful in his block, he tries to quickly grab his knife from the sheathe on his back with his other hand. Using his right hand to hold his sword, he uses the knife in his left hand to slash and hack at the man's arm.
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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 19:34:12 GMT -8
The man begins to bring the axe down but quickly glances to the side and swings his axe sideways, parrying Frederyc's swing. He pulls his axe back and brings it down towards Frederyc Frederyc lifts his sword to block the axe swing. If he's successful in his block, he tries to quickly grab his knife from the sheathe on his back with his other hand. Using his right hand to hold his sword, he uses the knife in his left hand to slash and hack at the man's arm. The knife opens the man at the elbow. He hacks three more hard hacks and his arm is lopped off. "AWEWEWREWRE!!!!" he screams out with a horrified face. When suddenly an axe is shoved into his head. He falls to the ground and the allied soldier pulls his axe from his head. Suddenly Frederyc hears the sound of hooves and horses whineeing.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 19:52:53 GMT -8
Frederyc lifts his sword to block the axe swing. If he's successful in his block, he tries to quickly grab his knife from the sheathe on his back with his other hand. Using his right hand to hold his sword, he uses the knife in his left hand to slash and hack at the man's arm. The knife opens the man at the elbow. He hacks three more hard hacks and his arm is lopped off. "AWEWEWREWRE!!!!" he screams out with a horrified face. When suddenly an axe is shoved into his head. He falls to the ground and the allied soldier pulls his axe from his head. Suddenly Frederyc hears the sound of hooves and horses whineeing. Frederyc flicks his long knife twice, and quickly sheathes it. He turns around, taking a two handed grip on his sword. He looks for the cavalry, and prepares to defend himself if they're close. "Where are the pikemen!?" he roars over the sound of battle.
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Post by DM on May 18, 2015 20:02:57 GMT -8
The knife opens the man at the elbow. He hacks three more hard hacks and his arm is lopped off. "AWEWEWREWRE!!!!" he screams out with a horrified face. When suddenly an axe is shoved into his head. He falls to the ground and the allied soldier pulls his axe from his head. Suddenly Frederyc hears the sound of hooves and horses whineeing. Frederyc flicks his long knife twice, and quickly sheathes it. He turns around, taking a two handed grip on his sword. He looks for the cavalry, and prepares to defend himself if they're close. "Where are the pikemen!?" he roars over the sound of battle. "PIKEMEN FORWARD!!!" The commander screams and blows his horn. Suddenly a large group of pikemen in formation push from the forward camp to the frontline. The calvary rips through the remaining vanguard and reaches Frederyc before the pikemen make it to him. He prepares himself the best he can, but noone is prepared for a horse galloping over them. He raises his shield as he sees a blade nearing him. Suddenly the man who he saved tackles him and lies on top of him just as the calvary breaks through to them. Bones break and the man screams out, if only for a second. Frederyc is dazed, but otherwise fine, the man on top of him is dead, sacrificed himself for Frederyc. He hears the sound of metal clashing and horses dying.
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Post by Ser Edwyn Ryswell on May 18, 2015 20:17:44 GMT -8
Frederyc flicks his long knife twice, and quickly sheathes it. He turns around, taking a two handed grip on his sword. He looks for the cavalry, and prepares to defend himself if they're close. "Where are the pikemen!?" he roars over the sound of battle. "PIKEMEN FORWARD!!!" The commander screams and blows his horn. Suddenly a large group of pikemen in formation push from the forward camp to the frontline. The calvary rips through the remaining vanguard and reaches Frederyc before the pikemen make it to him. He prepares himself the best he can, but noone is prepared for a horse galloping over them. He raises his shield as he sees a blade nearing him. Suddenly the man who he saved tackles him and lies on top of him just as the calvary breaks through to them. Bones break and the man screams out, if only for a second. Frederyc is dazed, but otherwise fine, the man on top of him is dead, sacrificed himself for Frederyc. He hears the sound of metal clashing and horses dying. Using the corpse as cover, he grits his teeth through the pounding charge. He tightly grips his sword and tries to slash out at some of the horses' legs as they gallop over him, hoping to topple them and do anything he can to make things easier on the pikemen.
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Post by DM on May 19, 2015 15:34:07 GMT -8
"PIKEMEN FORWARD!!!" The commander screams and blows his horn. Suddenly a large group of pikemen in formation push from the forward camp to the frontline. The calvary rips through the remaining vanguard and reaches Frederyc before the pikemen make it to him. He prepares himself the best he can, but noone is prepared for a horse galloping over them. He raises his shield as he sees a blade nearing him. Suddenly the man who he saved tackles him and lies on top of him just as the calvary breaks through to them. Bones break and the man screams out, if only for a second. Frederyc is dazed, but otherwise fine, the man on top of him is dead, sacrificed himself for Frederyc. He hears the sound of metal clashing and horses dying. Using the corpse as cover, he grits his teeth through the pounding charge. He tightly grips his sword and tries to slash out at some of the horses' legs as they gallop over him, hoping to topple them and do anything he can to make things easier on the pikemen. He lifts his sword to slash at a horse leg, but before he can swing a hoove lands directly on his wrist. He cries out in pain as the calvary passes. Moments later his wrist his throbbing and his ribs hurt, but he is otherwise okay, aside from the corpse atop him.
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