Order of the Sacred Fire
May 10, 2005, 13:12:06
Again in Eden, the Order had been so lost alter the notice of Varsinax's fall. What could they do now? The one named Raf had left them, their precious Ayenee was under the clutch of that evil mistress, no home to go back, no place to call their own. Wandering could be all they could do, and so into Eden they could do so. Being well trained knights they had no problem in surviving on the fields, out of animals and what
nature could give them. Being dark-bound clerics disease could be not a menace, their powerful magic could close wounds and destroy parasites inside in matter of seconds.
Just another short hill and they could reach the city. Maybe talking to the queen could mean the end of their wandering. And then a sound made them halt, that of chaos and battle, that of death and fighting? the sound of war. Captain Arcbound Baltimore curled his upper lip in a relieved smile, his white mustache moving a bit in the wake of joy. He
made a signal with his hand and the 750 riders moved as one to the edge of the hill. Yes, it was a battle, one with an odd looking creature and common soldiers trying to kill themselves. Then the Captain got a glimpse of a familiar face 'Brunner' This man was an heretic and traitor to his eyes and probably to the eyes of lord Varsinax, he was worst than Justin Crank. Maybe Varsinax was not around anymore, but for the sake of Ayenee, for the honor and glory of the former empire, for all the memories he and probably his men had of their loved home, and for so many more reasons Brunner had to fall.
The men were getting impatient; all of them ready to go into that berserker frenzy the angel had given them, ready to rip, shed, hack and slash any living thing that could cross in their way, but no, not now. Baltimore eased them with a wave of his hand as he continued scanning the battleground. Seven hundred fifty dark cleric knights could never match about thirty thousand foot units, maybe they could take down some
thousands by their own, but the numbers could win in the end. Now he wished for lord Varsinax to be here leading this attack, maybe the force of the Empire could bring them down, but they, the Order of the sacred Fire was all on their own by now.
The gigantic creature was making their way into the front line with no apparent trouble. There the Captain saw his opportunity, the back was weaker. Still, the horses speed and the swords range could never win against the long reach of the spears. To make a full charge could represent the end.
"Order of the Sacred Fire! We are taking down the traitor Brunner and his forces. We are attacking the rear with magic AR-32. Draw the swords only in self-defense, we are killing them from distance"
He made another signal with his right hand and they disappeared from view back behind the hill. They rode light and fast behind the little hills using them as cover. After some more minutes they could reach the rear of Brunner's troops. They halted one mile behind them. Closing their eyes 749 men began to chant, Arcane words oming from their mouths, white robes rising to reveal black heavy armors underneath, and a cold wind coming from east. And then one by one little spikes began to appear upon the head of each cleric, they grew until becoming one feet long, thick on the back and pointy on the front, they seemed like stakes of ice, black ice, ready to be thrown to the enemy, and able to pass through armor, flesh and bone. The Captain kept a stoic face, his brows jutting on the middle as if they were one. He was the only one not chanting, as he had to lead the attack.
"Aim to the heads, get ready"
He could wait for the right moment to fire...