
Elynviere 1-
No other
Xion felt invincivble with the sword, as did the others around him and
the sword. Vanquisher of orcs they called him. As the
peasants were trained to fight, Xion had regained the former support his
grandfathers empire had. Now that all men in
ELynviere were united, they marched on towards the orcs. In Elynviyic
Hillside the orc army could be seen charging and
roaring down hills and bays taking trees down with them. Suddenly bursts
of red light could be seen popping out from the
heads of the trees. It couldn't be, it was the orc mage Blazkul, with
his mighty orc father Firz. Firz commanded the entire orc
army, with his own will. If not for him the empire would of fallen
apart, because you see. The empire is only an army. Nothing
more nothing less.
As Xions Army stood firm as did others, the archers began to release
hell as did the catapults and crude cannons. Raising land
and flesh back to where it came from. A quick engenious ideas from the
Dwarfs was to put their spear axes into catapults and
fire them. When the orcs where 1 tenth of a mile away they began firing
their arrows and axes, all orcs came down in a flesh
hacked manner, the armies were begging to become more level although
they were still outnumbered 3:1. Xion ordered the
archers to stop as they were to close from firing now. He raised his
Elynidic Sword and ordered every man their to charge and
fight for their freedom. Orcs came down in a hail of steel, orc skulls
were crushed as were men. Suddenly a slightly larger and
broader orc jumped higher than the rest with a huge malus in his hand,
having a chain extended from his all the way round his
back into his other hand. He swung it around taking down 7 men. Xion
concentrated then let out a blue spurring demon like
ball, into the chest/ribs of firz sending him 10ft back into a pike
stuck in the ground, although that wasn't the end of him as his
son healed him and carried on fighting. The fighting grew more feirce
and bloody, as Orcs lay flattened and men lay flesh
hacked. Soon Xion dismounted from his horse taking an Elynviere banner
from a fallen comrade and begin fighting with the
sword taking down 2 orcs a blow. Death was it;s fealty and threshold.
The Blade of which the last orc shall die from. Xion
leaped into the air and took of an orcs head, send a knife into anothers
orcs crudley crafted helm. He spun round and wounded
an orcs leg as the archers begin firing on the reforming orcs stopping
them entirley. The men of the last alliance were to
scattered to be reformed. So Xion franticly ran round saving mens lifes
and telling them to help others to reform then go to
him. The word got round as men and orcs became fewer and fewer. Xion's
elite archer was picking of orcs until he ran out
bolts, then the trouble began. He spurred and leaped through the air
extending his long wavey blade from his back and slicing
and stabbing orcs to pieces. Hacking their flesh to tiny little ontries.
Suddenly the orcs became few and so did the men
although they were reformed.
The reformed men charged the crudley stood wounded orcs. They cut them
down until on Firz and his son was left. Many men
perished although somehow Firz escaped leaving his son to his death....
The battle was won, or so it seemed? |
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