Post by mattiusxavier on Jun 6, 2014 3:19:56 GMT -8
Global Challenge VII - Departure - Global Story Update
"Gentlemen, we've got problems..." Arturius, Loreesi Steward announced as he limped into the tent of the commanding officers. Maps were scattered across the center table in the midst of the tent that was erected for the commanding officers of the assault on the Royal Island. Arturius, cane in hand, hobbled to one end of the table, looking at two of the men who had helped design the offensive front.
"Somehow, Galainir has managed to reinforce her position within the city, and our troops have been halted. The offense is failing. I believe the time has come to order a strategic withdrawal from the Royal Island while our rear defense is strongly in place. We cannot hope to defeat Galainir here, she is too powerful. We must live to fight another day. We must leave."
"Flee?!" Scoffed the Garhim clan-leader known as Anngrim. "We Garhims never back away from a fight!"
"Mind thy words Anngrim," the Lenfald Noble Roderick interrupted in his baritone voice, "there is no need to risk more deaths. After all, my rangers have reported Prince Chartres was able to secure the packages. We should leave with all haste."
"If Roderick's words are true, it would be wise for us to disengage immediately," offered the Loreesi Steward.
"It may be that the princelings of the desert bend their knees to the knaves of the badlands, but no Northerner will ever submit to an outlaw; least of all a woman!" Spat Anngrim at Arturius.
"No, you are right Anngrim," Arturius coolly began. "There'd be no room for a Garhim to bend his knee with such a flea-infested beard in the way!"
"Bahaha," Anngrim laughed, "you are quite the kneebender yourself. Your legs have become so weak with bending you must now carry a cane!"
"Stop this now!" Roderick roared, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis. "You can stay here and die with your Garhims, Anngrim, but the Loreesi and Lenfald forces will be withdrawing immediately!"
"I will stay until one more powerful than you bids me leave!"
Immediately, the flaps of the tent door were held open as a messenger scurried in, handing a scroll to Roderick.
"Gentlemen," Roderick began, quickly reading the scroll, "we are to leave immediately."
"By whose orders?!?" Anngrim demanded.
"Chartres himself," Roderick suggested. "Our leaders have been set free. They ride this way now. We are to begin the withdrawal within the hour. The assault is over. So be it, Arturius?"
"So be it," the Loreesi Steward responded, bowing his head.
"Anngrim..." Roderick began, glaring at the Garhim Clan-leader, "so be it?"
Anngrim turned around as if to head out the tent. He stopped at the entrance and raised his broadsword high, slamming the blade in the ground and setting his visored helmet on the hilt.
"So be it," he muttered as he left the tent.
**Story by Schmidt**
"Gentlemen, we've got problems..." Arturius, Loreesi Steward announced as he limped into the tent of the commanding officers. Maps were scattered across the center table in the midst of the tent that was erected for the commanding officers of the assault on the Royal Island. Arturius, cane in hand, hobbled to one end of the table, looking at two of the men who had helped design the offensive front.
"Somehow, Galainir has managed to reinforce her position within the city, and our troops have been halted. The offense is failing. I believe the time has come to order a strategic withdrawal from the Royal Island while our rear defense is strongly in place. We cannot hope to defeat Galainir here, she is too powerful. We must live to fight another day. We must leave."
"Flee?!" Scoffed the Garhim clan-leader known as Anngrim. "We Garhims never back away from a fight!"
"Mind thy words Anngrim," the Lenfald Noble Roderick interrupted in his baritone voice, "there is no need to risk more deaths. After all, my rangers have reported Prince Chartres was able to secure the packages. We should leave with all haste."
"If Roderick's words are true, it would be wise for us to disengage immediately," offered the Loreesi Steward.
"It may be that the princelings of the desert bend their knees to the knaves of the badlands, but no Northerner will ever submit to an outlaw; least of all a woman!" Spat Anngrim at Arturius.
"No, you are right Anngrim," Arturius coolly began. "There'd be no room for a Garhim to bend his knee with such a flea-infested beard in the way!"
"Bahaha," Anngrim laughed, "you are quite the kneebender yourself. Your legs have become so weak with bending you must now carry a cane!"
"Stop this now!" Roderick roared, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis. "You can stay here and die with your Garhims, Anngrim, but the Loreesi and Lenfald forces will be withdrawing immediately!"
"I will stay until one more powerful than you bids me leave!"
Immediately, the flaps of the tent door were held open as a messenger scurried in, handing a scroll to Roderick.
"Gentlemen," Roderick began, quickly reading the scroll, "we are to leave immediately."
"By whose orders?!?" Anngrim demanded.
"Chartres himself," Roderick suggested. "Our leaders have been set free. They ride this way now. We are to begin the withdrawal within the hour. The assault is over. So be it, Arturius?"
"So be it," the Loreesi Steward responded, bowing his head.
"Anngrim..." Roderick began, glaring at the Garhim Clan-leader, "so be it?"
Anngrim turned around as if to head out the tent. He stopped at the entrance and raised his broadsword high, slamming the blade in the ground and setting his visored helmet on the hilt.
"So be it," he muttered as he left the tent.
**Story by Schmidt**
-Wanderer of Roawia-
