Fight For Your Life

[Dante]

OOC: anyone can join, more experienced RPers would be great, but anyone can join. 5-6 players por favor.

the time is the chaos war and its in the middle of a battle, against the dark knights and solamnic knights and some elves, that has been going on for two days. there has been massive loss on both sides and all the soldiers are getting tired. no reinforcements would be coming for either side and they must battle till the last one is standing. both sides have dragons, but their numbers are depleting fast. the scenerio is that a group of 5-6 knights are behind enemy lines and are battling for the lives to kept back on their side. i am the commander and someone else can fill in place of the second-in-command.

Name: Stral
Age: 44
Sex: Male
Class: Knight of the Sword
Weapons: a bastard sword, a shield with the symbol of the knights of solamnia, a bow with a quiver of thirty arrows, and a dagger with a sapphire in its hilt.
Appearance: long, flowing brown hair with gray streaks. he has icy blue eyes. he does not have the regular mustache that a solamnic knight wears for he cannot grow hair on his face. he's well-built with strong, muscular arms.
Bio: Stral has been a knight of solamnia for twenty years. his dad fought along side sturm brightblade and died by his side. since his death, he pledged that he would train to become a knight of solamnia and be as good as a knight as sturm brightblade in honor of his father.

IC: the air was thick with smoke and the cries of death. it was hard to see where Stral swung his sword, he prayed to Kiri-Jolith that he didn't hit any of his allies. he heard his sword slide through a breastplate and his bone. he sucked in his breath, he didn't know if he hit his ally or not. then he let it out smoothly as he saw the cold face of a dark knight slide off his sword to the ground, his eye lids fluttering shut. he turned around just in time to see a sword soar to his side. he side stepped and thrust his sword into the neck of his enemy. the second his enemy hit the ground, he turned around looking for his second-in-command. he just met the man three days ealiar before they saw the dark knights, he hasn't memorized his name yet.

"men!" he shouted, "to me! we must regroup and head back to our side if we want to see tomorrow!" he prayed that they could hear his voice over the sounds of battle and cries of the wounded and dying, but then his heart fell as he heard a sound he dreaded his whole life . . . a dragon. "HURRY!"

[DarkKnight921]

Name: Sir Rayford
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Class: Knight of the Sword
Weapons: He uses two schmitars, not the traditional way of Solamnic fighter but it's what he was raised to fight with. They are decorated on the hily with the symbol of a Knight of the Sword.
Appearance: Medium build, thin black hair, he decorates his face with the traditional Solmnic mustaches adn keeps them neatly trimmed.
Bio: Second in Commander of the legion of knights fighting for their lives under the command of Sir Stral. He's been a knight for 14 years. His father and his brother were also knights. They both died during the War of the Lance. He hopes that his life doesn't hold the same fate.

And when I say "Dark knights" Im refeering to knights of Taky
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His eyes made contact with his commanders and he knew that something was wrong. He saw it in Strals eyes, he felt it in the air. It's not that Stral knew what was going to happen, it's just that he had the same feeling and Rayford knew it.

"To me!" He heard the commander yell above the cry of the dying. The rest of what he said was lost in the chaos.

"Regroup! Everyone to Commander Stral!" Ray roared above the ding of sword hitting sword, hoping he was heard better than Stral. He slashed at one dark knights throat, cutting it open and letting the blood pool on the ground. He turned in time to block a bash from a sheild with his right schimitar while tearing the victim open at the waist with his left. He looked up in victory just as a figure came soaring overhead. Something he had never seen in his 14 years as a knight. A dragon.

It whiped out half of the troops on the feild in it's first flight overhead, Knights of Evil or Knights of Justice. It didn't matter. On the back of it sat a knight of Takysis (sp) with a bow and quiver of arrows. One whizzed past Ray as he whispered to himself, "Gods, it's times like this I wish I used a sheild," and stuck another killing blow through a dark knights skull.

[Petyr]

Name: Durn Shieldbearer
Class: Knight of the Rose
Age: 30
Arms: Longsword of perfect make, with a golden inlaid crossguard and a handle wrapped in bronze wire. He wears a steel chainmail tunic that falls(on his arms) to the elbow, and(on his torso) to his mid-thighs. Overtop of this he wears a cloud-white surcoat, with the emblem of a golden shield outlined by four swords, which in turn falls to his ankles, but is cut (to the hip) up the sides for leg movement. Strapped across his back is a rectangular shield of make as fine as the sword: it is made of criss-crossing wood, overlapped in 2 layers of white-dyed leather and lined and bolted with bronze. The emblem is also imprinted on this.

Bio: Durn, a six foot, 193 pound Knight of the Rose, with dark brown, straight hair that fell to his shoulders, and a well kept goatee, was in his prime. Though 30, he was far more experienced than the more able bodied, younger warriors who fought before thinking. He is of the Shieldbearers, an ancient line of knights, now upheld by himself, his younger brother, 25 year old Lucian, who was busy in Palanthas, and his older sister, 32 year old Catherine, who was in Sanction. Now Durn wanted to once more prove his loyalty to the knighthood and his skill in battle.

IC: Durn fought for his life next to Commander Stral. Dark Knights fell endlessly to his blade, though some put up a fight that made him shiver. Dust filled his eyes; blood matted his armor, some of it his own. His shield had many new splinters and gouges in it, and his sword had become a red, indecipherable piece of metal.

"men!" his commander shouted, "to me! we must regroup and head back to our side if we want to see tomorrow!" Durn heard him clearly, as he was right next to him, and he fought on with his commander, awaiting the other knights. Then, so suddenly, a dragon of Takkhisis flew overtop of them, klling many knights of both sides. Durn's face paled visibly, and alltogether quicker than it ever had, but he still fought on.
"HURRY!" came another call. Durn heard voices being yelled a short ways to his left somewhere. He hoped it was Rayford or someone good. His arm seemed to fight just by reflex now.

[Dante]

the dragon flew overhead now, wave after wave after wave of dragonfear striking him and his men, but they were strong, and none of them crumbled under its weight, regardless of how powerful the dragon pushed. dark knights fell back or fell to the ground from the dragonfear. the dragon didn't notice who was under him, he was just looking for blood and a quick meal to satisfy his untimely hunger.

"we must flee to the trees for coverage," Stral told them, "wait for the battle to die down or for an opening so we can get back to our comrades. some of the dark knights may persue us, that's when we use our arrows to take them out. we must reach those trees if we want to see tomorrow."

Stral sheathed his sword and unsheathed his bow. in one smooth motion, he notched an arrow, pulled it back to his cheek and let it loose, right into the neck of a dark knight. blood flew from his wound as he grasped it. Stral notched another and it fly into the left eye of another dark knight, he also crumpled to the ground. "move!"

while he and his men moved, he kept one eye on the dragon, never letting it get too far out of his sight. that dragon will try to persue us, he thought, we must not let it get too close.

[Lybreth]

Name: Ovlyn Relegale
Race: Human
weapon: a long iron sword
appearence: masked by his heavy Solamnic armor
personality: laid back...bitter, but understanding. Feels superior to most.

OOC: its a simple bio

"keep me covered" shouted Ovlyn franticly, forgetting who was commander and who wasn't. "I must have nine arrows trailing my ***...will ya guys take a moment,will ya"

Two drk knights were closing in on Ovlyn....however these two were swiftly avoided as ovlyn dodged their gaping axes and bolted to the safety of the trees. "help me will ya!!!!" ovlyn cried, his voice gasping for air as he strugled his way to the trees. "zyro!" Ovlyn sniffled as he saw a brother in arm racing with him fall to the presure of pursuing arrows.

With sheer force of stregth and the mixes of curses....Ovlyn must of been the first to reatch the trees. his breath short and exhausted.

[theredwizard]

Name: Lion Zegard
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Class: Knight of the Crown
Weapons: a two-handed sword of dwarven origins, chain mail with the symbol the crown, a long bow and a quiver
Appearance: short black hair and deepsea blue eyes, barely have a mustache; a little bit short but very strong well-built
Bio: he was a squire just a week ago, from solamnic origins this young boy comes from a family of great name in palanthas, not for that have privileges in the ranks; just assigned to this team, under the orders of lord stral

i.c.
sir, there's to many of 'hem, ; screamng as loud as he can;
-i'm not a veteran of wars, i dont know if I can resist this any longer- ;

those trees seems to far away, must be strong

[DarkKnight921]

Ray made it to Stral safely despite the dragons' breath and scurrying knights. Some of them were holding their ground, not letting the dragon fear overwhelm them but others were a mess. The ground was covered in piss and bodies. Some were dead but some were alive, trembling and scared. The dragon flew overhead letting loose another wave of death and destruction.

Stral, Rayford, Durn, and 2 other knights named Ovlyn and Lion Zegard ran for their lives for cover in the forest surrounding the battle. This seemed like the longest run of his life. In reality it was only minutes, if even that. As Stral, Ovlyn, and Zegard disposed of the dark knights that were persuing them, Durn and Ray made for cover in the copse of trees that was their original destination.

[Dante]

Stral saw the knight Ovlyn in trouble. he was surprised he remembered the knights name. he notched an arrow and let it fly home into the neck of one of the dark knights, but the other one was too close. he sheathed his bow and unsheathed his sword and leaped in front of the dark knight, slashing above its head. the dark knight ducked under it and cut at Stral's stomach. he jumped back just in time, the sword bouncing off his armor. he jumped up and jabbed at the knight, driving him back. Stral didn't let up, he kept on stabbing and slashing and jabbing and thrusting till finally the dark knight was on the ground. Stral kicked the sword away and slit his throat.

"get to those trees before anymore see us!" he hollered. then he saw an arrow zing past him. he followed it and saw that it was lodged in the stomach of a dark knight who was on the ground. "thank you, for whoever that was. now move!"

[theredwizard]

Lion barely made it, between fire breaths and arrows, being an squire dosnt prepare you like the rage of war;

sir rayford now what!!!,
at the same time he withdraws his bow and take his father blade,

they're coming for us, this is working, we must join and fight back to back if we mean to win, -or at least to survive-

[Cursed]

Dareth
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Class: Knight of the Crown
Weapons: A longsword with a shortsword and a crossbow and chainmail with a crown on.
Appearance: Short cropped black hair a small moustace bright sparkling brown eyes tall and fst, but not as strong as the others
Bio: Dareth entered the knight hood four years ago and was kept on the island of Sanscrist and now fights with the kngihtrs against their foes.

IC: "Wait don't shoot!" Dareth ran towards the wood wipeing of some of the soot from his sliver armour. He reached the trees and quickly saluted. "Dareth, sir. Ready to kill the dark knight scum." With that he drew out hsi crossbow and released a bolt which hit a knight in the leg. H then started to reload.

[DarkKnight921]

Rayford, collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. "So, this is what death must feel like. Chemoch have mercy," He whispered just loud enough for the nearby troops to hear.

He then heard Lion ask Stral what to do next. he couldn't help but wonder the same thing but instead decided to make a foul out of Zegard, "Maybe we should wait here until the fighting dies down. I swear that's what the commander said earlier. Was it not, Zegard? If you wish to move up in the knighthood, you must pay more attention. We have no room for half-wits like you."

Oh, how Rayford loves being a superior officer.

[Dante]

OOC: new rule, two posts per day, we don't want targon to not get anyone of the action do we?

IC: "we wait until theirs an opening so we can get back to our side," he told the knights. "anyone who has arrows left, get into the trees, shoot down any dark knights you see that get too close to the woods. as a matter of fact, everyone get in the trees, we don't want to be flanked now do we? oh and Ray, be more nice to the other knights, we need all the friends we can get."

Stral sheathed his sword and started climing the tree. he found it more difficult than he anticipated. it was the second time he slipped and fell to the ground. he got up five feet and then jumped, barely catching hold of a branch from a near by tree. he got on that branch and jumped to the next one. soon, he was on untop of a tree at the end of the forest, watching for dark knights. he didn't watch the battle. he knew what to see anyways, all he worried about was getting his men to the solamnic knights so they could rest for a little bit before they go back into the oblivion once more.

[Lybreth]

"get in the trees!" beamed Ovlyn, pointing at his heavy armor. " I barely have enough stregth to lift my own sword.I think I'll wait right here." With that the heavy armored knight slouched to the ground and grimly watch the battle as the dragon teared itself into the troops in the open. Some of the more vetran knights began to follow their captains orders, but for the younger knights....they slowly lingered to the ground. Even one dared to fall asleep.

OOC: hey sisne u want 2 post a day....want to go visit the thread Marked "the adventure" by zanestriker, he doesn't care wher the story heads....as long as it stays funny. He only comes in as the dwarf in several occassions, but mostly leaves it to the readers to decide its faite.

[Dante]

Stral saw one of knights fall asleep. he broke a branch of the tree and hurled it at him, a loud clank! could be heard when it hit him. "wake up!" he shouted. "everyone got in the trees right now! that is an order! you don't obey, it won't be the blade of the enemy that kisses you!" Stral hoped the threat got the soldiers shaken and would obey him. "and i mean it!" he really did.

[Lybreth]

Ovlyn knew when he had gone too far. He knew what buttons to push and how to win an arguement, but now....hearing his comanders harsh threats, he listened without a word. following the rest of his comrades as they slowly climbed the trees. However, he still had to act defiant, which ended up looking arogant as he only climbed up to the first branch and layed their. A branch that wasn't far from the ground.

[theredwizard]

if Lion knows something is to never refuse an order given by a knight, as fast as he can put his sword back to his scabbard over his back and start climbing, -if im going to die itll be killing as many dark knigths as a can-

the branches dont let him watch more than a few yards ahead, -this is bad, to bad- but my honor is my life, i better get ready to fight-, he took his sword back and noticed how some DK (darkknights) are getting closer - this is my chance to prove them Im a valuable knight-

[Cursed]

Dareth climbed up the tree far easier then some fo his comrades snce he was tall enough to reasach most of the branches and not as encumbered as some were by plate armour. He managed to find a good positian on a sturdy bough and saw some of the others trying to climb up the tree. He saw a knight sitting on a branch about 2 feet of the ground (Ovlyn). "Come on sir." He said reaching out his hand "We need to get to the top so we have an advantage."

[Petyr]

OOC: ASlright. I'm catching up right now. -I go to sleep for a night and wake up to find this-lol

IC: Durn had no bow to draw, so he stayed by Commander Stral's side as they ran, fending off stupid dark knights that made a pass for them. Upon reaching the trees, he wasn't as tired as most, since this was rudimentary nowadays: run, fight, and run some more.

When Stral announced that they enter the trees and climb, Durn said not a word, to anyone in fact, but simply sheathed his sword and slung his shield over his back, climbing up a many branched tree, then jumping to a bigger, sturdier one.

[Lybreth]

"Dareth" Ovlyn beamed irritated" better take back your hand for I have no intentions of climbing futher...." and with that Ovlyn folded his arms and stubbornly made himself even more comfortable in his low branch, he would of said some more insulting words, but Ovlyn noticed that his words seemed to bring a feirce look from the knight and Ovlyn gave him a freindly pat "but thank you young knight, but I think its a climb to my doom if I go."


OOC: Hope my charachter isn't irritating neone with his dum arguements, I'm just trying to make him sound like Derek Crowngaurd in dragons of winter night. His arrogance might lead him to the same faite derek served.....