Post by Erathor Pridenar on Apr 8, 2014 6:38:32 GMT -8
The Battle of the Knife-Road Pass
Story:
Erathor had been ready for the rebellion to begin, so when the Loreesi leaders received Prince Jarius' coded letter, he was able to march almost straight away. The army from Sarenhold pursued a large contingent of the Dragon army in the area towards the border, but sudden news caught them by surprise: the Dragons had wheeled around, and were heading south towards Erathor's relatively unprotected city. Fuelled by anger and fear, the Loreesi hastened to a pass in the hills of the Knife-Road, famous for the multitude of bandits that lined the way and preyed on unsuspecting travellers.
When they reached the end of the pass the army halted, and Erathor called the captains together to devise a plan, one that would be sure to stop the deadly march of Galainir's troops once and for all.
The day of battle dawned, and it was clear from the start that it was going to be hot. Allaeus and Bryke, leading the infantry, lined the men up at the end of the pass, and there they waited. Erathor, however, took the cavalry a little way away, out of sight of Allaeus' troops, with the archers in support.
As the Queen's troops came out of the pass, they could hear the battle cries of the Loreesi foot soldiers as they engaged the enemy in battle. Archer, having been sent to report on the situation, said that a large band of Outlaws were holding Allaeus back, and that the Queen's own men were biding their time, waiting to strike the Loreesi as they weakened. Upon hearing this news, Erathor mounted his horse and drew Shard. The archers moved silently to the top of the stony cliffs.
"These Dragons have no place in Lion country!" he called, rousing the knights. "Let us break Galainir's iron fist, as we ride to victory this day! FOR THE GLORY OF LOREOS!" As he said this, Captain Dag stood atop the rocks and raised the banner of Loreos. Spurring his horse on, Erathor led the cavalry into the pass, where the Dragons were already being pinned down by the Loreesi archers, unable to join their comrades in the fight against Allaeus' men. Terror filled their faces as they saw the oncoming Lions with their shining armour and vicious weapons. Not being able to flee, they stood their ground, and prepared for the hit of the horses.
The battle was over quickly, which did not surprise Erathor. When the cavalry had rode into the pass, Allaeus' men had fought harder, and soon the Outlaws were being pressed into a mass of whirling swords and golden lions rampant on Loreesi shields. The enemy were cut down where they stood, leaving Erathor with a joyous army ready to return to their liberated home.
Unexpected Revelations
LoR - Unexpected Revelations by Erathor Pridenar of Loreos, on Flickr
Story:
In one day, everything would be back to normal. Erathor's army had marched for two days now, heading back to Sarenhold, and in less than a day's time they would arrive there, weary in body yet joyful in spirit. Galainir's Dragon army that had assailed them, effectively holding them prisoner, was defeated, and their threat no more. Every last man was dead in the dust of the Knife-Road Pass.
Whilst the men ate in the evening, Erathor headed out for a little while, to have some time to himself. He walked along a rocky shelf only a couple of metres high, still armed in case of attack, as bandits frequented this land. He had not gone far before he heard voices from the track below. Ducking behind a bush, he peeped out to catch a glimpse of the passing men. They were Outlaws. The man who was evidently their leader walked a short way in front, and was wearing a heavy black cloak. Looking again, Erathor saw that there were only four armed men with him, but the weapons they carried were not of the highest quality. One carried a shield bearing Galainir's dragon sigil. Suddenly, the company stopped, right in front of the thicket.
"Not far now, men!" said the man in black. "Soon, Ithil will be ours, and those that hold it will be destroyed." Erathor listened to this in horror. Sir Aidan, the brave Loreesi knight who had occupied Ithil, had not been seen in months, and now the town would be overthrown by the Queen's forces. If the leader could be dealt with, there would be a chance that the men wouldn't stick together anymore. That seemed to be the way with Outlaws. At any rate, he was sure that the other four men wouldn't pose too much of a threat to him.
Readying his sword, Erathor crouched behind the bush, and sprang forward, leaping down the rock face. He brought his sword down on the cloaked man's shield, hoping to force him to the ground and render him helpless, but he was stronger than expected. Erathor resumed his assault with a certain ferocity.
"FOR THE GLORY OF LOREOS!" he yelled, raising Shard.
"Erathor? Erathor!" The Loreesi stopped abruptly. "It's me, Aidan! Aidan of Ithil!"
"Aidan! Forgive me, old friend, I did not recognise you, and I presumed that you headed to Ithil as members of Galainir's army, and not to retake it! I did not know that it was in the Queen's hands! For the record, don't carry the Queen's shields with you." He winked.
"Unfortunately, that is so - it has been overthrown. I have been living in the swamps for the past few months, but when I heard rumours of the rebellion I marched north, gathering men as I went and attacking the Dragons covertly." He started in sudden remembrance. "What of Nessa? Where is she?"
"Erathor smiled. "Don't worry, Aidan. Last I heard, she was heading to Lenfald to stay with her family there. I'm sure she's safe. Now, something else. As you plan on retaking Ithil, I will help you as best I can. My army is camped not far from here, and I would be happy to lend some men to assist in the assault. I will send them right away."
It was Aidan's turn to smile. "Thank you, friend, I appreciate it. I have more men waiting closer to Ithil, and I must go to them now."
"Alright, Aidan. When this is over, we shall speak of all your adventures in front of a roaring fire, with a goblet of wine in our hands. Farewell!"
"Farewell, friend." Aidan ordered his men onwards, and they disappeared round the corner.
Story:
Erathor had been ready for the rebellion to begin, so when the Loreesi leaders received Prince Jarius' coded letter, he was able to march almost straight away. The army from Sarenhold pursued a large contingent of the Dragon army in the area towards the border, but sudden news caught them by surprise: the Dragons had wheeled around, and were heading south towards Erathor's relatively unprotected city. Fuelled by anger and fear, the Loreesi hastened to a pass in the hills of the Knife-Road, famous for the multitude of bandits that lined the way and preyed on unsuspecting travellers.
When they reached the end of the pass the army halted, and Erathor called the captains together to devise a plan, one that would be sure to stop the deadly march of Galainir's troops once and for all.
The day of battle dawned, and it was clear from the start that it was going to be hot. Allaeus and Bryke, leading the infantry, lined the men up at the end of the pass, and there they waited. Erathor, however, took the cavalry a little way away, out of sight of Allaeus' troops, with the archers in support.
As the Queen's troops came out of the pass, they could hear the battle cries of the Loreesi foot soldiers as they engaged the enemy in battle. Archer, having been sent to report on the situation, said that a large band of Outlaws were holding Allaeus back, and that the Queen's own men were biding their time, waiting to strike the Loreesi as they weakened. Upon hearing this news, Erathor mounted his horse and drew Shard. The archers moved silently to the top of the stony cliffs.
"These Dragons have no place in Lion country!" he called, rousing the knights. "Let us break Galainir's iron fist, as we ride to victory this day! FOR THE GLORY OF LOREOS!" As he said this, Captain Dag stood atop the rocks and raised the banner of Loreos. Spurring his horse on, Erathor led the cavalry into the pass, where the Dragons were already being pinned down by the Loreesi archers, unable to join their comrades in the fight against Allaeus' men. Terror filled their faces as they saw the oncoming Lions with their shining armour and vicious weapons. Not being able to flee, they stood their ground, and prepared for the hit of the horses.
The battle was over quickly, which did not surprise Erathor. When the cavalry had rode into the pass, Allaeus' men had fought harder, and soon the Outlaws were being pressed into a mass of whirling swords and golden lions rampant on Loreesi shields. The enemy were cut down where they stood, leaving Erathor with a joyous army ready to return to their liberated home.
Unexpected Revelations
LoR - Unexpected Revelations by Erathor Pridenar of Loreos, on Flickr
Story:
In one day, everything would be back to normal. Erathor's army had marched for two days now, heading back to Sarenhold, and in less than a day's time they would arrive there, weary in body yet joyful in spirit. Galainir's Dragon army that had assailed them, effectively holding them prisoner, was defeated, and their threat no more. Every last man was dead in the dust of the Knife-Road Pass.
Whilst the men ate in the evening, Erathor headed out for a little while, to have some time to himself. He walked along a rocky shelf only a couple of metres high, still armed in case of attack, as bandits frequented this land. He had not gone far before he heard voices from the track below. Ducking behind a bush, he peeped out to catch a glimpse of the passing men. They were Outlaws. The man who was evidently their leader walked a short way in front, and was wearing a heavy black cloak. Looking again, Erathor saw that there were only four armed men with him, but the weapons they carried were not of the highest quality. One carried a shield bearing Galainir's dragon sigil. Suddenly, the company stopped, right in front of the thicket.
"Not far now, men!" said the man in black. "Soon, Ithil will be ours, and those that hold it will be destroyed." Erathor listened to this in horror. Sir Aidan, the brave Loreesi knight who had occupied Ithil, had not been seen in months, and now the town would be overthrown by the Queen's forces. If the leader could be dealt with, there would be a chance that the men wouldn't stick together anymore. That seemed to be the way with Outlaws. At any rate, he was sure that the other four men wouldn't pose too much of a threat to him.
Readying his sword, Erathor crouched behind the bush, and sprang forward, leaping down the rock face. He brought his sword down on the cloaked man's shield, hoping to force him to the ground and render him helpless, but he was stronger than expected. Erathor resumed his assault with a certain ferocity.
"FOR THE GLORY OF LOREOS!" he yelled, raising Shard.
"Erathor? Erathor!" The Loreesi stopped abruptly. "It's me, Aidan! Aidan of Ithil!"
"Aidan! Forgive me, old friend, I did not recognise you, and I presumed that you headed to Ithil as members of Galainir's army, and not to retake it! I did not know that it was in the Queen's hands! For the record, don't carry the Queen's shields with you." He winked.
"Unfortunately, that is so - it has been overthrown. I have been living in the swamps for the past few months, but when I heard rumours of the rebellion I marched north, gathering men as I went and attacking the Dragons covertly." He started in sudden remembrance. "What of Nessa? Where is she?"
"Erathor smiled. "Don't worry, Aidan. Last I heard, she was heading to Lenfald to stay with her family there. I'm sure she's safe. Now, something else. As you plan on retaking Ithil, I will help you as best I can. My army is camped not far from here, and I would be happy to lend some men to assist in the assault. I will send them right away."
It was Aidan's turn to smile. "Thank you, friend, I appreciate it. I have more men waiting closer to Ithil, and I must go to them now."
"Alright, Aidan. When this is over, we shall speak of all your adventures in front of a roaring fire, with a goblet of wine in our hands. Farewell!"
"Farewell, friend." Aidan ordered his men onwards, and they disappeared round the corner.