Post by Lord Rolf Thrandr on Aug 27, 2014 8:10:54 GMT -8
My first August freebuild. 
LoR-Falling Back by Jackson of Garheim, on Flickr
Story:
I took of after my men, heading toward the keep in the center of the town. Arrows fired by our pursuers rained down around us, some finding their mark on the unfortunate.
"Come on! Keep moving!" I yelled between gasping breaths. We rounded a street corner and could see the gate, a short distance away. Townsfolk were running through the gate, panicked looks on their faces.
"Jack!" A familiar voice shouted
I turned around-It was Phillip! I ran over to my friend. "We need your help, Jack. I don't have enough men to hold the gate until all these people get through, and they'll be slaughtered if we can't protect them." He said, a look of despair on his face.
"We will fight to the last man." I said to Phillip and my men. Despite the fatigue and despair, a hard look of determination formed on their faces.
"Here they come!" A man shouted. The enemy was marching toward us, a mob of black and red uniforms, their weapons glinting maliciously in the sunlight. I thought of all the destruction they had caused, all the death and suffering. Any regret I had felt at killing them melted away inside me, replaced with a cold hatred of the red and black clad soldiers and their Queen.
"FORM RANKS!!!" I bellowed. My men moved to position themselves to defend the gate. As the enemy drew near, I raised my ax, and yelled, "FOR GARHEIM!!!"
My men echoed my war cry and plunged into the melee. I charged at the enemy ranks, ax raised. I swung my ax, splintering the shield and cutting into the man who held it in a spray of blood. A group of men came at me, swords raised and looks of pure hatred on their faces. I raised my ax, noticing that Phillip stood beside me. We both bellowed at the top of our hoarse voices, charging toward the enemy. We swiftly cut them down, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground. One of our men ran up behind us.
"All the peasants are through the gate! We can fall back now!" He yelled over the din of the battle. Phillip nodded, then turned to the rest of our men, still locked in battle.
"FALL BACK!" He bellowed. "FALL BACK THROUGH THE GATE!" The men started running through the open gate to safety. Phillip stood there, making sure every man got inside. I ran through with the last man, then turned to Philip.
"That's everyone! Let's go!" I yelled. He turned to the gate, when he crumpled to the ground, a crossbow bolt impaled in his back.
"NOOOOO!!!" I screamed, running over to pull him through the closing gate. I knelt beside him, feeling for a pulse, finding none. "No, no no! I can't lose you!" I said, the tears running down my face. I had lost my best friend.
LoR-Falling Back by Jackson of Garheim, on Flickr
Story:
I took of after my men, heading toward the keep in the center of the town. Arrows fired by our pursuers rained down around us, some finding their mark on the unfortunate.
"Come on! Keep moving!" I yelled between gasping breaths. We rounded a street corner and could see the gate, a short distance away. Townsfolk were running through the gate, panicked looks on their faces.
"Jack!" A familiar voice shouted
I turned around-It was Phillip! I ran over to my friend. "We need your help, Jack. I don't have enough men to hold the gate until all these people get through, and they'll be slaughtered if we can't protect them." He said, a look of despair on his face.
"We will fight to the last man." I said to Phillip and my men. Despite the fatigue and despair, a hard look of determination formed on their faces.
"Here they come!" A man shouted. The enemy was marching toward us, a mob of black and red uniforms, their weapons glinting maliciously in the sunlight. I thought of all the destruction they had caused, all the death and suffering. Any regret I had felt at killing them melted away inside me, replaced with a cold hatred of the red and black clad soldiers and their Queen.
"FORM RANKS!!!" I bellowed. My men moved to position themselves to defend the gate. As the enemy drew near, I raised my ax, and yelled, "FOR GARHEIM!!!"
My men echoed my war cry and plunged into the melee. I charged at the enemy ranks, ax raised. I swung my ax, splintering the shield and cutting into the man who held it in a spray of blood. A group of men came at me, swords raised and looks of pure hatred on their faces. I raised my ax, noticing that Phillip stood beside me. We both bellowed at the top of our hoarse voices, charging toward the enemy. We swiftly cut them down, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground. One of our men ran up behind us.
"All the peasants are through the gate! We can fall back now!" He yelled over the din of the battle. Phillip nodded, then turned to the rest of our men, still locked in battle.
"FALL BACK!" He bellowed. "FALL BACK THROUGH THE GATE!" The men started running through the open gate to safety. Phillip stood there, making sure every man got inside. I ran through with the last man, then turned to Philip.
"That's everyone! Let's go!" I yelled. He turned to the gate, when he crumpled to the ground, a crossbow bolt impaled in his back.
"NOOOOO!!!" I screamed, running over to pull him through the closing gate. I knelt beside him, feeling for a pulse, finding none. "No, no no! I can't lose you!" I said, the tears running down my face. I had lost my best friend.
