- Jun 7, 2020
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“The Spirits made their will known,
Vengeance will be ours.”
Vengeance will be ours.”
If only innocent blood had never been shed, the damnation laid upon Vlachia would have been avoided. Alas, the spirits deemed these souls undesirable as a host of Ascaran men and women- hardened by the past conflicts and blessed by a true and certain righteous fury as they sought to avenge their young. Low thudding upon the ground as a host of cavalry swept around from the main forces as cowled elven screamers took to the left of the Vlachian countryside, attempting to deprive the murderers of their flanking force.
The force continued a march bolstered by thoughts of vengeance but also an incredibly disciplined regard for their mission. An order was called for a halt as they made it to a mark - exactly forty meters away. The Ascari halted upon sight of a lone figure, to which some saw as an omen of death- a message from the divines. This figure was slain in the first moments of battle as volley after volley of endless arrows rained down and pelted the ranks of the Ascaran military - those who returned this volley in kind, loosing their own endless volleys.
“Vengeance for our sons and daughters! Fight against tyrant scum!”
Screamed an Ascari Commander, seconds before scaling the walls.
Rallying commanders rose their own personal banners, roaring orders to advance unto the wall with safety from shield and vigor alike as finely crafted ladders began to raise onto the wall as the siege went in full force. Arrows still poured for much of the battle with liquid fire being launched into windows and unto the keep - many of the Ascari who took hits were dragged back by their allies as few score of Vlachian regulars were taken out arrow and melee; alchemists raising their various implements and loosed them over the walls as the fighting continues.
The forest shrieked as the cavalry force arrived, having picked off what flankers there could be and forced those still remaining back into their city. It was at this point that the keeps defenses were penetrated and few of the elven marksmen began to pour onto the rooftop - taking heavy arrow volleys from the slots along the side of the palace. The many traps laden within the Vlachian state proved an issue for the Ascari, snuffing them out with blade and alchemists flame - calls from within the ranks echoed as the rank and file outside of the keep were cut down.
“They are rallied at their gate! Spirits, protect us!”
And so, Vlachian warriors surged out en masse against the Ascari who - at this time, had fully occupied the main of the city. A truly brutal moment ensued as a constant stream of sulphuric hellfire accompanied by volley upon volley of arrow fire before cleaning up house with a surge of melee of their own. The remnants who ran out of the city were left relatively unscathed, for the message had been sent- delivered in blood; but this time not of innocents, but of murderers. Vengeance had been had, perhaps this time the warning will be heeded.