SpearralSquid
LoR - Attack From Above
My first Lands of Roawia free build for May.
Sir Ian Ferguson suddenly awoke. He felt the rolling gait of a horse under him. He sat up and looked around, to see that he had been asleep across the back of a horse ridden by Bjorn.
"Urgh….. By Mark of Falworth's hair, what happened?" He moaned. Bjorn's grinning, bearded face swung round to see him. "Ah! You're awake!"
Malcolm, riding on his right side, spoke. "Yeh passed out after slayin' that foul brute. We cleared out the rest of Galainir's men from the camp, an' were able to get ourselves somethin' to eat from their stocks. Sven, riding just ahead of Malcolm, raised an eyebrow and hefted a burlap sack, presumably full of the liberated food. "Now we're a'headin back Northwards, clear out the rest of those Dragons."
"In fact, Sir" added Sven, "We'll pass right by Dunharris." Ian nodded, taking in the information. Suddenly, a noise of harsh cries and the sound of combat drifted to them on the wind. Sir Ian, fresh from his rest, slid from the horse and grabbed his helm. "Bjorn, Malcolm, Harry, come with me. We'll see what this is about." As he pulled on his helm, he noticed for the first time his bent and broken nose, and souvenir of his furious fight with The Hawk.
"The rest of you, stay with the horses." Ian and his chosen warriors crept toward the edge of a cliff overlooking a narrow pass. What he saw below was this: The broken bodies of both Garhims and Queen's men scattered throughout the arrow-riddled canyon. However, a single archer, the lone survivor of the Garhim forces, was backing away from the remaining Queen's men. He was outnumbered, and fumbling with an arrow as he nocked and prepared to pick off one of his adversaries. Sir Ian motioned forward; he saw Harrison loading his crossbow. Ian yelled, "For Garheim!!" and hurled his spear toward the foremost Queen's man. This time he did not hesitate to attack the man, it was his life or the desperate archer's, and chose the fellow Garhim over the evil Queen's soldier. But the deadly projectile missed its target and fell with a crunch into the bloodstained snow. The soldier had only the time to turn and see the new threat before Bjorn barreled down the cliff like a boulder, swinging his axe and reducing the enemy's armor to pieces. Malcolm jumped down and followed through with a mortal thrust through the chest. The flail of the second soldier swung up, preparing to smash into Malcolm's blond-haired head, but got no further, as its owner was thrown to the ground dead by Harrison's quarrel. The whole fight was over in 10 seconds. The weary archer approached them. "Many thanks, men of Garheim! But make haste and ride with me to Dunharris, or our forces their will be surely crushed!"
To be continued!
LoR - Attack From Above
My first Lands of Roawia free build for May.
Sir Ian Ferguson suddenly awoke. He felt the rolling gait of a horse under him. He sat up and looked around, to see that he had been asleep across the back of a horse ridden by Bjorn.
"Urgh….. By Mark of Falworth's hair, what happened?" He moaned. Bjorn's grinning, bearded face swung round to see him. "Ah! You're awake!"
Malcolm, riding on his right side, spoke. "Yeh passed out after slayin' that foul brute. We cleared out the rest of Galainir's men from the camp, an' were able to get ourselves somethin' to eat from their stocks. Sven, riding just ahead of Malcolm, raised an eyebrow and hefted a burlap sack, presumably full of the liberated food. "Now we're a'headin back Northwards, clear out the rest of those Dragons."
"In fact, Sir" added Sven, "We'll pass right by Dunharris." Ian nodded, taking in the information. Suddenly, a noise of harsh cries and the sound of combat drifted to them on the wind. Sir Ian, fresh from his rest, slid from the horse and grabbed his helm. "Bjorn, Malcolm, Harry, come with me. We'll see what this is about." As he pulled on his helm, he noticed for the first time his bent and broken nose, and souvenir of his furious fight with The Hawk.
"The rest of you, stay with the horses." Ian and his chosen warriors crept toward the edge of a cliff overlooking a narrow pass. What he saw below was this: The broken bodies of both Garhims and Queen's men scattered throughout the arrow-riddled canyon. However, a single archer, the lone survivor of the Garhim forces, was backing away from the remaining Queen's men. He was outnumbered, and fumbling with an arrow as he nocked and prepared to pick off one of his adversaries. Sir Ian motioned forward; he saw Harrison loading his crossbow. Ian yelled, "For Garheim!!" and hurled his spear toward the foremost Queen's man. This time he did not hesitate to attack the man, it was his life or the desperate archer's, and chose the fellow Garhim over the evil Queen's soldier. But the deadly projectile missed its target and fell with a crunch into the bloodstained snow. The soldier had only the time to turn and see the new threat before Bjorn barreled down the cliff like a boulder, swinging his axe and reducing the enemy's armor to pieces. Malcolm jumped down and followed through with a mortal thrust through the chest. The flail of the second soldier swung up, preparing to smash into Malcolm's blond-haired head, but got no further, as its owner was thrown to the ground dead by Harrison's quarrel. The whole fight was over in 10 seconds. The weary archer approached them. "Many thanks, men of Garheim! But make haste and ride with me to Dunharris, or our forces their will be surely crushed!"
To be continued!