(RP) SFR: La Guerre de Cent Ans: Redux

Mara. Ensure that you make it back without any casualties. I will fly from the battlefield after our duel.

Nicholas heard the Pheonician Knight say as she turned towards the aged (at least for his day) knight. He closed his eyes for a moment to take in the idea that this will be his last battle.

Nicholas got into a fighting stance as Mtiette said Again, i am Holy Paladin Mtiette Faraway of the Religious order of St Jeanne D'Arc of the Santcus Church. Here i come.

As she dashed towards him, he said between heavy breathing "I am Nicholas Quiéret, Comte d'Saint-Saëns. Come Lady Faraway." What happened next would be a surprise to many. He ducked to avoid the horizontal slash to the chest and immediately blocked the downward diagonal slash with all of his strength. But the strength of that attack was enough to break his guard and he was open to a lunging strike. Nicholas managed to move out of the way but was unable to completely avoid the attack, the strike hitting the side, just outside his lung.

Moving away for a moment, he clutched his side. Looking at the area Mtiette struck, he saw his own blood in his gauntlet. "You're...pretty good...Madame d'Saint Jeanne." In a display of his capability, he moved forward, daggers in hand and launched his own attack, he moved forward and launched a sweeping horizontal swing comign from the right and aiming towards Mtiette's kneecap, using the momentum he built up, he spun around and did a upward diagonal slash, before finally launching a sweeping kick. Nicholas was going to try and trip her up, get the Pheonician on the ground as quickly as possible.
 
"You're...pretty good...Madame d'Saint Jeanne."

Mtiette was impressed. The old knight was still quite nimble despite the age difference and the wound from before. Had he been in his prime, then Mtiette would not have been quite confident in beating him. His skills was further emphasised when he launched his counter attack. his first dagger came sweeping low aimed at her right kneecap. A hit there would cripple her severely and Mtiette only managed to jump backwards. The blade just nicking her steel boots as the scarpping of metal on metal told her. In air, she was rather exposed to attacks, even with wings and the knight did not miss a chance with an upward slash without a second of delay, pushing the paladin to, with all her might, move Nix horizontally to meet and block the blade. Unfortunately, the close chain combo ended with a follow up sweeping kick, which caught Mtiette squarely on her side. The force sent her flying rightward (?).

She knew what he was doing. He was trying to keep her grounded. A Pheonician grounded is nothing more than another person. Mtiette had to take back the advantage. Opening up her wings, she beated her wings heavily and recovered her involuntary flight. Althought it'd be low altitude, she should still gain some speed. Mtiette shoot straight towards Nicholas before she summoned a large tri blade shuriken to her left hand and let it fly low towards his legs. Should they hit directly, its weight and speed would definitely take his legs off. Even if he dodged, it'd have to be more than just a side step. Whilst the shuriken was in flight, Mtiette increased her speed towards the right in a wide arc before gaining a bit of height and diving at Nicholas from the rear right side with a wide two hand slash.
 
OOC: This will be the final post of Chapter One of this RP, I like to thank you all for participating to allow it to get us past this first step. It will be a long post ahead to incorporate the end of the first chapter and the start of the second chapter, and subsequently, the start of Emmeria and Erusea's first of many proxy wars, the Raineri War of Succession.

IC:

Erusean Faction-End of Chapter One

Despite Nicholas' wishes to keep Mtiette grounded, it proved to be a fleeting impossibility. He took guard as the Monastic Knight tossed a weird looking projectile at him, using the already high speed to boost the speed of the projectile. Nicholas managed barely to dodge the attack, stepping to the right. But he failed to detect Mtiette's next attack in time, and took a sword strike squarely from the shoulder blade to the lower back coming to the right.

Nicholas fell forward, dropping his two daggers and hitting the soft earth. Barely conscious, the Erusean knight flipped over, knowing that blood was spilling out profusely from his back onto his leather armor and on the soft dirt. He chuckled, having died fighting a worthy opponent on the field of battle. Looking at Mtiette, Nicholas said gasping for breath, "You're...a fine warrior...Lady Mtiette." He rested his head, and as he slowly faded to the darkness, before he would join God in Heaven, Nicholas said in Erusean. "J'espère...que nous retrouverons...au ciel un jour." (I...hope we meet again...in heaven one day.)

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Emmerian Faction-End of Chapter One

The Knights and soldiers cheered as the Erusean Army took flight, most likely leaving the Duchy for a good while.

Mary sighed a breath of relief as the enemy began a full fledged retreat from the area. Now she had to wait for word from the Prince that the enemy has retreated.

The King yelled to his knights, "A Victory for our crown! Let us rejoice, for our knights have brought us victory and prestige for our Kingdom!!!" The knights cheered as the King said this, and raised their weapons in the sky, as if they were stabbing the sky. Mary herself cheered along with them, as now, the homes of their subjects are safe once again.

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Chapter 2: Storm of Blades

Europa Universalis III OST-Conquistador
Synopsis: http://vocaroo.com/?media=vpcUk6qmShovU2Ltw

Despite their victory over the Eruseans at Bordeu, they were unable to advance into mainland Erusea. With his allies on the brink of desertion, King Aurelius finally relented and declared on a truce to end in June 42 SC, so that the Emmerian King could deal with paying off the loans of war.

However, a new battle dawned. In the Duchy of Rainer, a traditional Erusean vassal state, the Duke of Rainer , Arthur III had passed away on April 30, 41 SC. He died without children, and thus led to a dispute over the Raineri throne.

Arthur III was the son of Guy II and his first wife; Magaret, the Viscountess of Malo. After Magaret’s death, Guy married again to the widow of the last Khesed Emperor, Alexander III, Mary of Dreux, Countess of Montfort. Through her, she bore Arthur’s stepbrother and six stepsisters.

Arthur III strongly disliked his stepbrother and stepsisters. Upon becoming the Duke of Rainer, he spent his first years attempting to have the marriage annulled and his half-siblings bastardized. When this failed, he spent his life trying to ensure that Arthur of Montfort, his stepbrother, would never inherit the dukedom. Since Arthur was dying and he was childless, he chose his heir to be his niece, Joanna, who later married the nephew of King Valentin of Erusea. His name was François, Count of Anchorage.
But in December 40 SC, near death, Arthur reconciled with his half-brother, and made a will that appointed him as the heir to the Rainerian throne. When he finally died four months later, he uttered his last words on the succession, “For God’s sake, leave me alone and do not bother my spirit on this issue.” The war became a similar battle on the Salic Law (Montfort’s claim was under that law, Anchorage’s claim was not)

Because the will came so sudden, most of the nobles in Rainer already supported Francois, so Arthur of Montfort had to act quickly before an organized resistance was made. To do so, he quickly took Rainer City, the Ducal Capital, as well as the main treasury in Naoned.

Up until the summer of 41 SC, the war was primarily an internal affair, but when rumors surfaced that Arthur received agents from Emmeria, Valentin took a direct role in the situation, making Francois Erusea’s official candidate. Whether Arthur wanted to or not, he was now forced to support Aurelius III’s claim to the Erusea’s throne.
Because Aurelius was bound by the truce, he was unable to directly intervene in the war. However, there was no claim in the truce that Erusea cannot subdue rebellious vassals, and so in late September, Five thousand Erusean soldiers crossed the border into Rainer to Saint-Barthelmany to assert this claim as the war spreads to Rainer.

Erusean-Raineri Victory Conditions: Defeat Arthur of Montfort and secure Francois' rule and your continued vassalization of Rainer.

Raineri Victory Conditions: Defeat the Erusean Army supporting Francois. (Raineri Token)

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Europa Universalis III OST-Para Bellum

October 14, 41 SC

A young Elvean Knight looked over the cliff where he saw his men: 5,000 Erusean soldiers; 2,000 Ligurian Crossbowmen and 2,500 Raineri knights march through the ravine on the way to Naoned, near the Rainer Cape.

Francois hoped to meet with the treasonous Arthur d'Montfort, and have him executed for treason against the true Erusean King. But Arthur was a convincing one, having captured and garrisoned all the towns in Eastern Rainer, especially the Capital of the Dukedom, Naoned.

Arthur had been entrusted by Valentin that his victory in the war would provide his people continued stability, but that's only if victory is provided. At least, that was what Francois hoped, and as he moved down the cliff to lead his troops into battle, he wondered what would become of his country once the succession dispute is cleared.

(OOC: You are free to make an ending post for Chapter One if you separate the Chapter one ending post with the Chapter two starting post.)
 
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[OOC: I'll make the ending post for Chloe. Not sure how to bring in the Death Knight though. Perhaps someone higher ranking could address her or something?]

Chloe was silent. Not that she was upset - she was happy - but the heat of battle had yet to wear off. With her adrenaline still at an all-time high, it was a struggle to hold down the anxiety that there may be a potential enemy lurking around the corner. Also weary from all the flying, Chloe folded her wings comfortably behind her as she joined Mary.

"A Victory for our crown! Let us rejoice, for our knights have brought us victory and prestige for our Kingdom!!!"

And with that, a deafening cheer echoed on the battlefield. Chloe was happy, but not that happy. Silent, but not so within. All she could hear was the screams of agony and death, and it only forced a grimace on her face as she struggled to not reveal her somber expression -- to no avail.
 
Mtiette Faraway

The feeling of Nix sliding home into the Knight was smooth, but also sudden. Within a split second, Mtiette's sword had already gone almost hilt deep into Nicholas' back and out from his chest. Her adversary released his grip on the two daggers in his hand and fell forward before weakly flipping over so that he faced the sky.

"You're...a fine warrior...Lady Mtiette."

Performing a chiburi on Nix, the Monastic Paladin knelt before Nicholas. He was a worthy opponent. A proud and loyal knight that Mtiette had the honour of crossing blades. From his last gasping breath, she caught Erusean words slip from his mouth.

"J'espère...que nous retrouverons...au ciel un jour." (I...hope we meet again...in heaven one day.)

Being around the world enough, Mtiette knew enough Erusean to interpret that. She sheathed Nix and proceeded to cross the knights arm before placing her right index and middle finger on the man's forehead, reciting a death prayer in Erusean.

May the lord God light your path and send his Angels down to receive you from Heaven. Amen.

As the knight exhaled his final breath, there was no reaswon to remain anymore. She saw that her Acolytes have made it to the safe zone and that meant her presence on the battlefield was no longer needed. Mtiette spread her large wings and before launching herself into the air, she planted a longsword shaped in a religious cross above his head as a marker before flying into the air and off across into the hills. Waiting behind, not to her surprise, was a small detachment of rear guards awaiting for her. As Mtiette swooped down, the group of 10 came to her.

Ma'am, i am glad you are alright. The civilians have all escaped and we were waiting for your departure from the field.

I would have been fine. If i get into the air, only another pheonician can get to me and i dont think the few i saw were going to ovvupy themselves with a fast fleeing target. They'd probably profit more going for the ground troops. In any case, let us leave for the Church. We will rear guard them from enemy attack. Let us move.

The small party began to leave the combat area, making its long trek back towards the peninsula Church where the refugees could seek shelter and safety.
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OOC: I'll have a map of the Raineri region shortly, hopefully by my next RP post... Be on the lookout for that. For that reason, it will be a short post. I will also be posting on the the Raineri side on the next post as well.

As for your situation about introducing the Death Knight, I'll help you on that.

IC:

As the troops continued their march to the Vendea region of the Rainer Dukedom, Francois rode up to the lead, where he would hope to meet his ally, the Erusean commander of this campaign.

Riding up to the front, the Pretender found the commander, a female Elvean. Unlike the people of their race, her complexion was fair, and she was wearing black armor, compared to the light grey armor he wore. He said to her, "I've heard from my men that we will should be arriving at the Ducal Capital within a matter of days."

Looking out onto the field, they should be close to a cliff face of which the army would then have to traverse the underside to get to the Capital.
 
Theodora Sevensheep


Like any fortress that is in the midst of a war, Vercingetroix Fortress was filled withn movements of men reinforcing and fortifying positions and strongpoints while others procured rations and provisions in preparations for the armies and potential sieges. Admist the local soldiers of the country was a detachment of mercenaries, hired to fight for Aruther IV in this war. Many bore the scars and reminders of previous engagements, all signs of their veteran status. All tough and hardened men and women that had cleaved through numerous battlefields and have survived to move onto the next.

Ooof! *Clatter* Owwie....

Of course, there were exceptions. Theodora Sevensheep laid flat on the ground, face first after tripping on a seemingly flat surface. Avalon had bounced a meter in front of where she dropped.

Ueaee..... That hurts....

The young girl clutched her face where it had reddened from the fall. Her fellow mercenaries gave a rather concerned look which was quite understandable. After all, how can a small girl of 17 that can barely walk on a flat path without tripping survive on the field? Regardless, she was a Sevensheep and was recommened by the Guild and she was hired, so they'd just have to see. A burely cue ball mercenary sighed and got up to help Theodora from the ground.

Girl.... you sure you wanna hang around here? I mean, you fell on a flat surface while walking. Walking. I don't see how you'll survive out there...

Snatching up Avalon and taking the mercenary's hand, With surprising confidence and determination in her eyes and voice, Theodora replied, even convincing her fellow mercenaries, albeit only for a split second, that she wasn't some ditzy youth, but a capable warrior.

Thank you, but don't worry. I am a Sevensheep after all and i WILL earn my pay.


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Roan Alessa
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The Pretender. Not a name that bode well to the female commander as she nodded in quiet affirmative as she rode. Her black steed, Shadow, neighed as it sped up, pulling away from the man. She didn't like this entire mission so far, having to travel with a man whose name disgusts her so. It made the man himself look worse than could be - actually, or apparently.

Looking over to the route that the troops would take, she slowed down to rejoin the Pretender.

"Indeed. And with some luck, we may have fine weather to follow us through."
 
Wylfred Rose stood as a mercenary for hire amoung the ranks of Erusean troops. He had seemed a bit stiff amoung the troops. He walked near the front, unsure of this being that his armor was lighter than the others or that he walked at a fast pace. The Vercingetroix Fortress was just in sight ahead of him and he couldn't wait to get there.

The daggers concealed in his armor had begun to peirce his side as they came to s small hill. Picking his feet up he huffed until her reached the top. "I see you're all ready to go miss." spoke a fellow soldier patting his lower back.

With a polite smile Wyl spoke "Don't touch me."

He had long since given up correcting people for mistaking his gender with the opposite. A gust of wind had blown right through them nd Wyl sighed as he felthe cool air ruffle his feathers. The Fortress was now in sight and Wyl gazed upon its archetecture in awe.
 
OOC: Here is the map for the Duchy of Rainer

IC:

Erusean-Raineri Faction

Francois looked at the female. It seemed she wasn't keen on installing a pretender to the throne of an Erusean Vassal State. To be fair, both were fighting a war of succession, the only difference was that while Valais was the legal heir of Erusea by Erusean law, in Rainer the law put them both in the right.

Still, Francois detested the Pretender name, it seemed like a title synonymous with traitor. He hoped that this battle will be the last of this affair so he can take over the Duchy and help Erusea drive Emmeria out of the Usean Continent forever.

"There it is..." Francois saw the Fortress overlooking the clifftop from the distance. At the pace they were going, they should be able to catch the enemy by surprise and tear them apart before sundown.

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Raineri Faction

Arthur de Montfort, the Montfort claimant to the Raineri Throne stood over a map of the entire region, with his son Jean, decked in Full Armor. They were anticipating the meeting of the Eruseo-Raineri Army coming at them, and they have about 3,000 men as well as hired mercenaries to help in its defense while their armies were at Naoned. In the event the fortress fell, Arthur and his son could split off with the father headed for the capital and the son heading up north.

"Alright, the plan is all set. Have the archers guarding the gates, we will shoot at them from afar."

"Understood Lord Father." Jean said, before leaving the meeting room.

Arthur sighed, "If only things were simple, I could've been Duke by now. But if things were simple, then all would be right in this world..."

As Jean walked out, the Elvean Paladin saw one such mercenary trip and fall. Wondering how she could possibly be of some use, he walked up to the women, who dispersed the group with courage and determination, Jean spoke up, "Ah, a Sevensheep. I have heard of your family's reputation through some of fathers mercenary friends. But I'm surprised, I would've expected someone...coordinated." Jean wasn't one to step on people's toes often, but in his case, it couldn't be helped.
 
OOC: is it just me or is there like 9.5 k Eruseo - Raineri soldiers against about 3k Raineri?

Theodora Sevensheep

Pride

"Ah, a Sevensheep. I have heard of your family's reputation through some of fathers mercenary friends. But I'm surprised, I would've expected someone...coordinated."

As the group of mercenaries returned to whatever pre battle ritual they were doing, Theodora turned to face the man that had suddenly spoken to her. Standing there was an Elvean man in a dazzling white armour. In contrast, Theodora's own armour was a bit scuffed and not particularly spick and span. The clothing she had was also a bit dusty. Nonetheless, she straightened herself to her full height (which wasn't very tall, only to the man's nose) and stuck her chest out (which wasn't very big either) in pride. She obviously did not know who this was.

I am Theodora Sevensheep, daughter of Vertentis Sevensheep and Valencia Sevensheep. I am a true Sevensheep descendant through and through and my abilities and performance would not be the only exception to the Sevensheep standards set by my ancestors before me.

Her pride and speech in her ancestory would have been rather nice and adult like had Theodora not stuck her nose up like a child boasting in adoration about their parents, nor her child like stance with her hands at her hips and a beaming face. It jsut seemsw to further emphasise how unsuited she is for this setting despite what she had said
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Like it or not, Alessa knew well enough that cooperation was necessary to the mission. "There it is..." There was nothing personal, truth be told. It was just a case of the 'reputation preceding the person'. Not the best show of ability to judge people, but then again, people didn't give names for no reason.

Skeptical as ever, Alessa looked over to the Fortress, perched atop a cliff. A superior position, with commendable architecture perfect for a stoic defense. Although Alessa knew little about this place, and the terrain, she believed this fortress would do well in a battle of attrition.

"Well, let us make haste."

Nudging her horse gently, she sped forward ahead, again leaving the Pretender behind her. As much as she was trying to be cooperative, her dislike of him wasn't as subtly hidden as she would liked.

Nevertheless, she thought to herself. Nothing's wrong if I do not compromise the mission.
 
OOC: Close...7,000 Eruseo-Raineri Soldiers against 2,000 Raineri Soldiers in Vercignetroix Fortress...2.5 Eruseo-Raineri's to 1 Raineri.

IC: For the bold defenders of Vercignetroix, the sight of the enemy troops were a bit of a shock to them, especially at such a huge number.

Anchorage looked at the the archers, looking to pick thing their numbers from the narrow points as quickly as possible. Several arrows came down on the Franco-Raineri men-at-arms, and many of them died before they hit the ground.

"Crossbowman, engage the enemy!!!" Several Crossbow units advanced ahead of the infantry and knights, the rest of the army following them. The Crossbowmen were mercenary bands hailing from the Serene Republic of Liguria, and were renowned for their skills with the Crossbow.

These Ligurian Crossbowmen began firing their bolts at the enemy, picking them apart. As the Crossbowmen kept Montfort's archers down, Anchorage gave the order. "Let's move!!"

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The sight of archers falling from the outer walls of the fortress gave sign of Jean to look ahead. "Well, Lady Sevensheep, it's time to earn your pay. If we both manage to survive this, I have a job for you to achieve."

Jean calmly walked away, heading into battle against the enemy pretender and his allies. Lord Father would be able to lead the mercenaries while he makes for a strategy that will ensure that even if his father dies or is captured, the fight would still go on. That was the grand plan in which his father envisioned.
 
Wylfred spun to his right as arrows zoomed by, greeting a few of his fellow soldiers abovethe chest. The smell of blood still smelled rancid to the young man as he threw daggers straight for the enemy. The first missed it's target, the secod hit a man square in the leg just in time for a fellow mercenary to cut the poor fellow down.

Wylfred had almost gotten a bit of tinges to turn back, but experience in battle is what he would need if he was to become respected by others. Partaking in this war was a necessity. With dual daggers of his own Wylfred danced through the bulky enemies with heavy armor easily jabbing at their arms and legs, rendering them useless in battle and prey to his allies. Killing a man upfront was simply something he could not do.

With quick pirouettes and hard, ruthless jabbing at limbs, Wyl's enemies fell to the ground, rendered almost completely useless. It was the sections and partingins within the big bulky armor of these men that had allowed his blade to slip through the cracks and sink into their skin. With his progress Wylfred had allowed his allied a path through the forces of the enemy. But for a brief secord as he whirled about his arm caught an arrow causing the man to pause and fall to the ground in pain.

His mindless flailing had accidetly caught an enemy arrow, which now had become buried in his flesh. Wylfred gasped in pain as he could feel the tip touching his bone, which ached madly from pain. Struggling to pick himself up Wylfred dragged himself to a colum of the fort, a place where he could possibly prop himself up for a bandage and keep cover from the arrowws raining down from up above.

"Agh!" He shrieked as he felt soldiers feet stepping on him in a rush to advace in the battle.

He now smelled the terrible odor of his own blood pouring like a faucet into his light armor. It seemed as though his own armor had it's faults as well. He spotted soldiers pouring from the fort where he needed to go and at a moment's notice he had cast a spell, creating a pitfall below them, swallowing the soldier's whole into the depths of the earth. Wylfred was now free and within meter's of the column he would trake shelter beside for now.
 
On their side, they had superior numbers, however their targets had the superior defenses. The crossbow detachments were clearly not amateurs - probably renowned Serene Republic of Liguria mercenaries. Nevertheless, the greater priority was to find a way to break through

"ARCHERS! DON'T HOLD BACK!"

Screaming at the line of archers, Alessa quickly looked to the Pretender, and walked towards him, calmly.

"Well, the battle begins. What next, Pretender?"

Admittedly, this wasn't her idea of 'cooperation', but at least it was better than her simply seizing the reigns.
 
OOC: Holy shit Monarch. I can barely read that font =.= Really. I dont have much to say until they come into the fortress or i go out hacking and slashing.

Theodora Sevensheep

Her calm before the storm.

"Well, Lady Sevensheep, it's time to earn your pay. If we both manage to survive this, I have a job for you to achieve."

As usual, as the battle began to heat up, the tension settled in on Theodora and the girl was no longer her bubbly self. As she followed the knight, her helm came up over her head, but like always, her visor remained raised.

Very well. To battle and should i survive the coming onslaught, i'll accept your offer.

Avalon slid out of its sheath before she motioned for her fellow shock knights to her side. Whilst they knew how she was before, the air around her changed. To battle hardened soldiers, they seemed more ready to go into battle with the tiny girl at their side. Whether she will thrive or paint the the battlefield with her blood, only time will tell.

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Eruseo-Raineri Army

"Well, the battle begins. What next, Pretender?"

Anchorage turned towards his ally and said in a bit of an arrogant tone. "Just watch and you might learn something."

Anchorage began signaling his troops to charge the gates, amid withering fire from Raineri archers. As the soldiers began battering along the gates of Fort Vercignetroix, it was clear that the enemy was well dug-in for a force more than double its size. Nonetheless, victory was within his grasp and he was going to grasp it tightly for his King.

He look back at Lady Alessa, who obviously doubted, probably even hated him, but to why would he garner so much hatred from her?

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Raineri Army

(To be completed later this week)
 
Eruseo-Raineri Army

 "Just watch and you might learn something."

The pride before the fall, came immediately to Alessa's mind as she responded with a smile. Filled with meaning, this smile was both doubtful and scornful. Admittedly, she had never came to like this Pretender right from the get-go. Call it gut instincts, but either way, it didn't spell out anything positive for the relationship between the two.

Meanwhile, he signals the forces to continue their charge on the gates of the fortress. By the failed attempts to break through, it was clear the defenses were firm. Combined with the heavy fire by the archers, this defense was actually quite impressive so far.

Still, she figured she could watch how Anchorage would continue leading.
 
OOC: Quick post, and that'll round out my posts for the week

IC:
Raineri Army

Jean followed Theodora out of the castle and looking at the door being pounded away by the enemy. Drawing his sword, the Elvean Paladin put his sword on the side as the enemy continued the charge.

Finally, the door finally gave way by the battering ram, and Erusean Infantry began pouring into the fortress, attacking everyone and everything, as if they were seeking blood.

"All troops, attack!!!" Jean said pointing his sword at the enemy before he went charging after them himself.
 
Theodora Sevensheep

The Storm

"All troops, attack!!!"

Theodora didn't need mentioning from the man (who she STILL doesn't know who he is ). Rather, before the wood had settled from the gate collapsing, Theodora and her fellow shock knights had already charged towards the incoming enemies. Shock Knights were among the highest skilled soldiers on the field, picked purely to emply shock tactics and penetrate enemy line and disrupte their rear, shattering their front line. In defense situation, they were very good at plugging up funnels due to their skills prevailing numbers. In a funnel, the number of opponents they had to face was reduced to the width of the funnel. In this case, Theodora hacked away at men at arms that begin to charge through the gate. The sudden resistance immediately after the gate's fall confused the attackers, spreading confusion and allowing the Shock Knights to dig into position and hack at any soldiers trying to get through.

However, this was a temporary solution. Unless the defenders could reinforce the Shock Knights positions, they would soon crumble to the weight of nmbers.
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