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Post by Kalor on Oct 11, 2008 2:26:19 GMT -5
They ran, two Paladins and a handful of men-at-arms, one so wounded he could barely stand. Few could see why they ran, but the 25 Shroud Demons were a real threat. They didn't know where to go, Kalor had fallen, the Paladins scattered and demoralized. They had been at Lumnios when it fell, and they both had scars from that battle. They were headed for what they hoped would be a neutral town that would take them in, but first they had to lose their trackers.
"C'mon, my boys, they can't track us forever!" Shouted a grizzled old sergeant waving his sword. The two paladins ran in the back pushing the men on.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Oct 12, 2008 11:40:25 GMT -5
" 'urry up, 'urry up! They're almost 'ere!" the sergeant shouted as the engineer lept over the fallen log and rejoined his comrades who were bunkered down waiting. They had spotted the fleeing Kalorians and rode ahead to set up a distraction. "Ya place them charges?" "Aye, sir!" he replied as he held up the end of the fuse and drew his flintlock pistol. "Wait..." The Kalorians passed the hidden charges. "Now!" The engineer pulled the trigger and the sparks from the flintlock lit the fuse. The timing was perfect, the charges went off just as the demons passed them. The dwarves were back on their rams and riding even before the charges ignited because the charges would only slow them, not kill them. The rode down toward the Kalorians, finding a path parallel to them.
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Post by Kalor on Oct 12, 2008 18:52:45 GMT -5
The Kalorians slowed to a ragged halt, the uninjured paladins whose white robes was splotched with blood and ichor from many battles, but somehow his mithril chestplate still shone with a glory undimmed. He lowered his injured brethren to the ground and ordered the men-at-arms to line up. with the aid of the Dwarves they might be able to turn the tide against the demonic pursuers.
The Shroud Demons phased in and out of existence as they ran, hungry for the taste of man-flesh once again. They knew they could wipe out this band of humans with ease, with one paladin dying and the other tired...
The men-at-arms clutched a motley assortment of weapon, axes, flails, sword, each imbued with power. The paladin stood behind them chanting with his arms out stretched. At his fingers light gathered before shooting off into the dwarven ranks, touching each weapon of the dwarves before moving on to the next. He nearly collapsed, all energy drained, yet he held his sword steady with prayers on his lips he told his men to hold the line...
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Oct 13, 2008 7:32:04 GMT -5
The dwarves rode their rams right up to the human unit and, without uttering a word, took positions. Most of them dismounted and drew weapons, but a few remained on ram back and drew their muskets. The dwarves more than doubled the amount of fighting men, and they were fairly well rested.
The tips of the rifles slowly floated back and forth, tracking their targets, waiting for them to phase and to have a clear shot. A loud bang echoed through the woods and a glowing white musket ball screamed through the air. The round was charged with holy energy and easily ripped through a demon, knocking it to the ground, wounded. More rounds were fired, most of which found their targets, but the more that were fired, the quicker the Shroud Demons reacted. At the last possible second, the riflemen dropped their guns into their saddle holsters and dismounted, drawing their blades. A battle cry went up amongst the dwarves as the foul creatures closed in. They charged forth in the berserker fury that dwarves soldiers were famous for.
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Post by Kalor on Oct 20, 2008 0:18:37 GMT -5
The Shrouds were surprised by this turn of events, but they entered the battle with a fury. Phasing in and out of the Dwarven/Human line. The Paladin stood over his wounded friend, swing his sword with the desperation born of exhaustion. He had been casting spells and fighting far longer than his friends. He barely felt the demon's blade pierce his side, he turn and struck it down. He staggered and fell. Two more demons surrounded the fallen Paladin, and his wounded friend. The went for the unconscious paladin, with strength born from love for his friend the paladin struggled to throw himself infront of the blades. He failed. His friend barely moved and the stricken paladin fell over his friend.
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Post by Realm of Dargath on Oct 20, 2008 7:36:40 GMT -5
Hacking and slashing, the dwarves fought the demons. Swinging wildly, sometimes their blades just passed through their foe, other times they cut deep gouges in their flesh. A Shroud Demon grabbed two dwarves by the neck and flung them off into the forest. "Keep on! Keep on!" their commander shouted. "Remember King Dargath!" The words filled them with fury. Their swings began finding their marks. They began to understand when to swing and when to wait. The demons' numbers were beginning to thin.
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