Fire and Ash (LOR GCVII Restricted Size)

The sentences were repeating in Boethius' head for what seemed like hours - "There's fighting in the streets- Half the town's ablaze- We need all the help we can get beating them back. Hurry now!"

 

What could he say? No, I can't help the people who have effectively taken me in and sheltered me? No, I can't help because I'm really on the run from the Queen? No I can't help because I haven't practiced swordsmanship in months? No I can't help my Outlaw brothers? No I can't. There was only one right answer.

 

Boethius chugged down the rest of his drink and looked at Braig and his men waiting at the door, "I may be drunk but I can still fight!" Rowely and Kraig chuckled and put their helms back on, running into the streets. Braig followed and in pursuit was Boethius who unsheathed his sword coming out of the inn. Boethius scanned his eyes through the streets. Not a soul was in sight, but the sounds of battle were as lively as a market square only a few buildings away. The only thing living on this street were the dancing flames and billowing smoke of a few burning homes.

 

"Ey, sounds like the fighting has shifted! Sounds like we got 'em on the rocks!" Shouted Kraig running down the street making sure to look around every corner and alleyway. "Follow me!" He shouted as he turned the street corner. "Gah, why is he's always so energetic." Said Rowely sprinting to catch up.

 

Boethius followed behind the group of three, staggering only a tad when he slowed to catch his breath.

 

Along their way to the main fight they'd been collecting torches and igniting any houses that still stood. "Burn'em all. The smoke and flames will mask our approach." Commanded Kraig. Rowely chuckled saying, "Obviously they didn't get the message when we beheaded them. They'll understand when only ashes remain."

 

When all but a few stragglers had been struck down and another quarter of the town had been set ablaze did the four men reach the center of the fighting. Despite having a larger well equipped force, the Queen's guard were the ones on the rocks. Pushed to the outer edges of the town and wall they'd been separated due to the fighting. Only small pockets of resistance remained but Boethius and the men had reached one succeeding in pushing back the rebels.

 

They filtered into the fighting party. Boethius was a little rusty at first but soon regained his skill. He cut down a few rebels who tried to break the lines with little effort. But a few of the Queen's men were not so lucky. Boethius remembered a solider getting his helmet knocked off and shortly after receiving a crush blow from an axe. Another man was catapulted backwards from a spear jab to the chest. That's when Boethius noticed an archer who had climbed an adjacent roof and was firing down of the men.

 

"Kraig! There's an archer on the roof!" Boethius shouted over the clash of steel and iron. Kraig took note and then commanded his men to take care of the issue.

 

Boethius had only taken his eyes off the line for a moment but soon felt the bony stab of what felt like an elbow to his side. He noticed that they were losing ground and a Garhim had broken through. Boethius swiftly cut him down and backed away from the line making way for some new arrivals.

 

That's when he began to feel the radiating pain.

 

A little late to be posting GCVII builds but whatever :P

Roof technique borrowed from Simon S. who's builds have inspired me.

 

This is for my LCC/LOR ( (Formerly Lands Of Classic Castle) Lands of Roawia ) character, Boethius the Exiled. The full story can be viewed here.

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