Post by dornishprince on Apr 11, 2008 19:16:04 GMT -5
The honeymoon was quickly over for Holland and Elijah. There were plans to made and an ambush to carry out.
"I need to speak to the both of you post haste," said the Stone Hawk as he walked passed their short reunion, "We'll be moving as soon as our plan of attack has been decided upon."
The two men followed the legendary commander, knowing full well that there was no decision to be made. They were going to receive orders.
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When the arrows began to fall, Elijah spurred his mount forward, flanked by Holland and a veritable wave of Dornish soldiers. They smashed into the intruders with abandon cutting down everything in their way. While Holland seemed to be in his element, Elijah was still getting used to the "no feeling" that washed over him in the heat of battle. He was a machine. KILL, KILL, KILL. He reacted on instinct; his greatsword sometimes taking multiple lives in a single swing. Had he been a soldier, he might've appreciated it.
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Holland kept a watchful eye on Elijah as he wreaked havoc on the opposing forces. It was his concern from the start that should the Prince enter a melee, he'd be grossly out of place. He seemed to be doing fine, leading the charge even. So Holland busied himself with killing as many invaders as he could. These dogs weren't even ready, he thought as he cut them down one right after the other.
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The Stone Hawk pushed deeper into the enemy ranks but Elijah and Hollands line began to buckle. They outnumbered them, but the north men began to fight with desperation, the same type of desperation that the men of Dorne had been feeling for the entire campaign. Holland broke off and fought his way to Fowler, leaving a trail of dead men in his wake.
"Fowler," roared Holland, "We need to pull back. Now!" Quentin cut down another man as he veered his horse towards Holland. There was a look of both madness and joy on the legendary commanders face.
"Never. It ends here or we die here," he spat. The other side of the vanguard, where Elijah and the others were being hard pressed caught his eye, "Damnit. DAMNIT!!"
As he withdrew, ending the lives of a few more men, Quentin motioned for the archers to cover their retreat.
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Elijah improves Swordsmanship to Master once improved (greatsword)
Elijah attains Novice Battle/Command
Holland improves Swordsmanship from Expert once improved to Master (longsword)
Holland attains Novice Battle/Command
"I need to speak to the both of you post haste," said the Stone Hawk as he walked passed their short reunion, "We'll be moving as soon as our plan of attack has been decided upon."
The two men followed the legendary commander, knowing full well that there was no decision to be made. They were going to receive orders.
-----------------
When the arrows began to fall, Elijah spurred his mount forward, flanked by Holland and a veritable wave of Dornish soldiers. They smashed into the intruders with abandon cutting down everything in their way. While Holland seemed to be in his element, Elijah was still getting used to the "no feeling" that washed over him in the heat of battle. He was a machine. KILL, KILL, KILL. He reacted on instinct; his greatsword sometimes taking multiple lives in a single swing. Had he been a soldier, he might've appreciated it.
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Holland kept a watchful eye on Elijah as he wreaked havoc on the opposing forces. It was his concern from the start that should the Prince enter a melee, he'd be grossly out of place. He seemed to be doing fine, leading the charge even. So Holland busied himself with killing as many invaders as he could. These dogs weren't even ready, he thought as he cut them down one right after the other.
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The Stone Hawk pushed deeper into the enemy ranks but Elijah and Hollands line began to buckle. They outnumbered them, but the north men began to fight with desperation, the same type of desperation that the men of Dorne had been feeling for the entire campaign. Holland broke off and fought his way to Fowler, leaving a trail of dead men in his wake.
"Fowler," roared Holland, "We need to pull back. Now!" Quentin cut down another man as he veered his horse towards Holland. There was a look of both madness and joy on the legendary commanders face.
"Never. It ends here or we die here," he spat. The other side of the vanguard, where Elijah and the others were being hard pressed caught his eye, "Damnit. DAMNIT!!"
As he withdrew, ending the lives of a few more men, Quentin motioned for the archers to cover their retreat.
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Elijah improves Swordsmanship to Master once improved (greatsword)
Elijah attains Novice Battle/Command
Holland improves Swordsmanship from Expert once improved to Master (longsword)
Holland attains Novice Battle/Command
Hope you all are well and happy.