Post by Kalor on Dec 23, 2007 3:04:43 GMT -5
273AF
1st Demon War
Cyrus Pernial
Historian
The remnants of the grand Kalorian Knighthood stood in perfect ranks, tattered standards fluttered weakly in the stale breeze that blew through the narrow cleft called Greypass. The remnant was a rather ragged looking lot, shields dented and swords notched. Yet the discipline so instilled in them held. As it had held through defeat after defeat, and now it seemed that the final blow was about to fall, pushed back into the narrow pass where supposedly numbers had little value. Yet against the Swarms of the Abyss, so numerous that they made very ground disappear, how could five thousand hungry, wear knights prevail? King Silvermane stalked at the front ranks, long flowing silver hair flowing from his winged helm down his shoulders. He watched as the Hordes of Darkness filled the plains below Greypass, watched as the Demons of Hell snuffed all hope of victory. They could not surrender, even if the Knights allowed surrender no quarter would be given. The knights represented goodness and chivalry, and the Darkness must eliminate them. Sweat trickled down Silvermane’s arms into his mithril wrought gauntlets, he flexed his hands has he turned to his men.
“Honorable Knights of the Pantheon, my comrades, my brothers. The Armies of Darkness have us cornered, and yes, there is no hope of reinforcements, we are the last remaining organized resistance on all of Gorgraz. DO NOT FEAR! Look to the plains and see not your death but your chance! Your chance to prove to the nations of Gorgraz that when they stood idle we HUMANS stood against the Tide of Darkness, that we held to out honor and our duty. That we were brave enough to challenge the greatest army this world as ever seen, and that at the end of the war twice as many…nay TEN TIMES AS MANY OF THEIR DEAD LAY ACROSS THE BATTLEFIELDS! THAT OUR HONOR SHONE THROUGH EVEN THE DARKEST OF TIMES AND WE NEVER LOST FAITH! FIGHT NOW FOR COUNTRY, FOR GODS AND FOR HONOR!!!”
The remarkable happened, the entirety of the Kalorian army surged forth, not a man stayed behind, they charged the Army of Evil crashing into it as waved crash on to rocks. Swords shattered, and shields splintered, flesh was rended and blood was spilt. And at the end of the day it was the Demon Armies that were vanquished fleeing over the plains to wherever the came from. And the Kalorian sigils and pennants stood tall on that field of battle called Bovarvvallen, or Blood Valley in Old Kalorian, and the great King Silvermane lay slain and yet triumphant, shattered sword still gripped tightly in hand, still embedded in the Great Demon General, Raphanendeal’s chest.
1st Demon War
Cyrus Pernial
Historian
The remnants of the grand Kalorian Knighthood stood in perfect ranks, tattered standards fluttered weakly in the stale breeze that blew through the narrow cleft called Greypass. The remnant was a rather ragged looking lot, shields dented and swords notched. Yet the discipline so instilled in them held. As it had held through defeat after defeat, and now it seemed that the final blow was about to fall, pushed back into the narrow pass where supposedly numbers had little value. Yet against the Swarms of the Abyss, so numerous that they made very ground disappear, how could five thousand hungry, wear knights prevail? King Silvermane stalked at the front ranks, long flowing silver hair flowing from his winged helm down his shoulders. He watched as the Hordes of Darkness filled the plains below Greypass, watched as the Demons of Hell snuffed all hope of victory. They could not surrender, even if the Knights allowed surrender no quarter would be given. The knights represented goodness and chivalry, and the Darkness must eliminate them. Sweat trickled down Silvermane’s arms into his mithril wrought gauntlets, he flexed his hands has he turned to his men.
“Honorable Knights of the Pantheon, my comrades, my brothers. The Armies of Darkness have us cornered, and yes, there is no hope of reinforcements, we are the last remaining organized resistance on all of Gorgraz. DO NOT FEAR! Look to the plains and see not your death but your chance! Your chance to prove to the nations of Gorgraz that when they stood idle we HUMANS stood against the Tide of Darkness, that we held to out honor and our duty. That we were brave enough to challenge the greatest army this world as ever seen, and that at the end of the war twice as many…nay TEN TIMES AS MANY OF THEIR DEAD LAY ACROSS THE BATTLEFIELDS! THAT OUR HONOR SHONE THROUGH EVEN THE DARKEST OF TIMES AND WE NEVER LOST FAITH! FIGHT NOW FOR COUNTRY, FOR GODS AND FOR HONOR!!!”
The remarkable happened, the entirety of the Kalorian army surged forth, not a man stayed behind, they charged the Army of Evil crashing into it as waved crash on to rocks. Swords shattered, and shields splintered, flesh was rended and blood was spilt. And at the end of the day it was the Demon Armies that were vanquished fleeing over the plains to wherever the came from. And the Kalorian sigils and pennants stood tall on that field of battle called Bovarvvallen, or Blood Valley in Old Kalorian, and the great King Silvermane lay slain and yet triumphant, shattered sword still gripped tightly in hand, still embedded in the Great Demon General, Raphanendeal’s chest.