Post by Viktor Delacroix on Feb 28, 2008 11:43:59 GMT -5
Thousands of black armored knights stood in perfect ranks in front of Fortress Delacro. Lord Commander Viktor Delacro oversaw the organization of his forces before they rode to battle.
This would be the single greatest war of his life, and Tiamat would reward him with much power, as She had granted him this Citadel. He could see the bloodshed already, he could feel the death that he would bring as if he was already cutting his way through the Kingdom of Avaren.
This weakling kingdom would soon learn the rule of Tiamat and they would serve loyally, or die.
He mounted his own warhorse and rode to the center of the grave-laden courtyard. His knights watched loyally, waiting to hear their Lord Commander's words.
"The day has come, my warriors! The Kingdom of Avaren will soon know its doom, and we are it! Tiamat grants us the power to rule over the weak, to bring law to the chaotic, and purge the unworthy from Her rightful land!"
A unified shout of "Hail Tiamat!" was heard.
Viktor unsheathed his mighty blade.
"Ours is the sharpened glory of Her Mightiness. Ours is the Mailed Fist that crushed the blasphemous air from the throats of the lesser. Ours is the Will of the Law!"
More shouts went up, "The Law!"
Viktor held his clenched, gauntleted hand in front of him.
"The Law of Nature! The strong shall endure, the weak shall die!"
"They shall die!"
"And so we bring them death!"
More cheers went up, and Viktor galloped through the ranks to reach the front of his army, "We ride!"
Viktor marched his army swiftly over the rocky landscape, they would be within attack distance of Avaren in merely a day. His hand twitched with eagerness to begin the slaughter.
His army was strong and efficient, and he had mages trained in the arts of death to accompany him. He would catch Avaren unprepared and unguarded.
They marched through the day, and made camp during the night.
While he overlooked his maps of the region and spoke with his Captains on strategy there was an alarm sounded in the camp. An intruder.
He grabbed his sword and dashed out of his tent. He watched as a young, red-haired man dashed by him. He managed to reach out and lay grasp on the man. The force knocked them both over, struggling. The young man was on his feet first, and armed with a stolen sowrd. Viktor rose his own blade to deflect a blow. The man fought cunningly, but one-on-one swordplay was Viktor's speciality, and he parried each attack easily. He had a vague feeling that he had fought this sword style before.
The long hair of the young man blew away from his face for a moment, and Viktor saw a face that stunned him.
"Sieg...what!?"
The man breathed hard from the fight, "You killed her, Viktor..."
Viktor's eyes tightened, "Why have you come back, Sieg?"
"To kill you, Viktor."
"Here in my own camp?"
Sieg threw his sword away, and stood to full height.
"No, In Avaren, I am the Mercenary Commander there, we will meet armies at it's castle."
Viktor sheathed his sword, "So, in battle you wish to punish me for your perceived wrongs against you?"
"Just to kill you, your stint in Hell will be your punishment."
Sieg walked off and not a single soldier moved to intercept the stragnely serene warrior.
Even as Sieg walked out of sight, Viktor said, "I didn't kill her, Sieg. I didn't..."
This would be the single greatest war of his life, and Tiamat would reward him with much power, as She had granted him this Citadel. He could see the bloodshed already, he could feel the death that he would bring as if he was already cutting his way through the Kingdom of Avaren.
This weakling kingdom would soon learn the rule of Tiamat and they would serve loyally, or die.
He mounted his own warhorse and rode to the center of the grave-laden courtyard. His knights watched loyally, waiting to hear their Lord Commander's words.
"The day has come, my warriors! The Kingdom of Avaren will soon know its doom, and we are it! Tiamat grants us the power to rule over the weak, to bring law to the chaotic, and purge the unworthy from Her rightful land!"
A unified shout of "Hail Tiamat!" was heard.
Viktor unsheathed his mighty blade.
"Ours is the sharpened glory of Her Mightiness. Ours is the Mailed Fist that crushed the blasphemous air from the throats of the lesser. Ours is the Will of the Law!"
More shouts went up, "The Law!"
Viktor held his clenched, gauntleted hand in front of him.
"The Law of Nature! The strong shall endure, the weak shall die!"
"They shall die!"
"And so we bring them death!"
More cheers went up, and Viktor galloped through the ranks to reach the front of his army, "We ride!"
Viktor marched his army swiftly over the rocky landscape, they would be within attack distance of Avaren in merely a day. His hand twitched with eagerness to begin the slaughter.
His army was strong and efficient, and he had mages trained in the arts of death to accompany him. He would catch Avaren unprepared and unguarded.
They marched through the day, and made camp during the night.
While he overlooked his maps of the region and spoke with his Captains on strategy there was an alarm sounded in the camp. An intruder.
He grabbed his sword and dashed out of his tent. He watched as a young, red-haired man dashed by him. He managed to reach out and lay grasp on the man. The force knocked them both over, struggling. The young man was on his feet first, and armed with a stolen sowrd. Viktor rose his own blade to deflect a blow. The man fought cunningly, but one-on-one swordplay was Viktor's speciality, and he parried each attack easily. He had a vague feeling that he had fought this sword style before.
The long hair of the young man blew away from his face for a moment, and Viktor saw a face that stunned him.
"Sieg...what!?"
The man breathed hard from the fight, "You killed her, Viktor..."
Viktor's eyes tightened, "Why have you come back, Sieg?"
"To kill you, Viktor."
"Here in my own camp?"
Sieg threw his sword away, and stood to full height.
"No, In Avaren, I am the Mercenary Commander there, we will meet armies at it's castle."
Viktor sheathed his sword, "So, in battle you wish to punish me for your perceived wrongs against you?"
"Just to kill you, your stint in Hell will be your punishment."
Sieg walked off and not a single soldier moved to intercept the stragnely serene warrior.
Even as Sieg walked out of sight, Viktor said, "I didn't kill her, Sieg. I didn't..."
