Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 18:56:51 GMT -5
As the last breath left William lungs his fingers tightened around the shaft of his War lance. The steel tip quivered only slightly. Putting his spurs into Rapier's flanks the great stallion surged forward and charged. William mind raced as he drew ever closer to the enemy. The Foreign people with there black armour. Looking all so similar an army of warriors who fought the same thinked the same. That was something to fear. The masks over their faces gave no expression but the young Tyrell Knight knew they were ready for this charge. For they turned halberds placed low to counter this fearsome charge. Though that weapon was a fearsome in the hands of skilled user it was not long enough.
Leaning forward slightly William braced for the crash. His 8ft War Lance struck true and punctured the first man throwing him back and breaking William’s Lance in one single move. Drawing his sword William saw a man strike forward with his halberd using the flat of his blade to stop the strike William moved with it and stabbed the man. Then Rapiers hooves crushed a man and soon the Dawn Raiders son was amongst the black armoured devils. Cutting slashing he dealt as much death as he could. But there were always more of them. Kebra was with him riding his favorite horse Rabbit. William couldn’t see what his young friend was thinking as the full faced helm covered all. Suddenly William was forced battle to reality and was forced to sway in the saddle to avoid a lunge. Dealing death back William smiled, but as Rapier charged forward again he lost his grip on his sword leaning down he draw his second one from his saddle and again began to hack and slash again.
Seeing a hole form in the lines of the Invaders. William held his sword high and called with his voice demanding command, “To me Knights of the Reach. To me.” A small group of the Knights formed around the Dawn Raiders son listening to his command. Some were fresh from the back of the great force while some were showered in blade but if was there own or others that was something only they knew. William say the Green of Meadows, a Golden Rose of Tyrell, the face of Graceford. Mighty Baxter Bridges sat in his saddle with his axe showing much blood.
Turning to face them William grinned, “Charge!!!!” His voice echoed and the Heavy Calvary surged forward once again. With his second sword William dealt death to all who came close to him. Before he could react he felt the bite of pain in his leg as a spike on the reverse side of the Foreigners halberds stab into his thigh. The pain awoke William’s rage and he called with a deep throaty yell and swung his sword. The blow almost took the wielders head off alone and with momentum the blade was quickly pulled through the rest of the tissue. Rage pumped through his veins giving tired muscles fresh energy. Spurring Rapier forward William attacked with no pause. Taking blows on his shield he would sway and took arms off the foe. Rapier was as deadly as his master iron hooves crushed skulls with easy.
Williams charge did what it had to do. It punctured into the lines of the Foreigners and cause disruption making forcing there commanders too retreat. As the battle was over William looked over at all the dead and hung his head. This was not right, the young Knight thought. Who would a people seek such slaughter to only conqueror more land? The adrenaline had left the young man and now he was simply empty. Pain lanced through his body from the thigh wound but it was not major. A Maester would be able to see to it later. But for now William just looked at the battle field it was all so wrong this fight. William didn’t like but he had to fight for Megara and his son Bealor. If men like him didn’t stand and fight against evil foes then nothing would be safe. The Gods would always judge a man to see if he was a murder or simply a Warrior defending his Maiden.
Finding Kebra he looked down at his friend. “You alright?”
Ser Hunt looked up and smiled through cracked lips, “Yeap. Well I might have broken a rip or two. I have a gash on my arm that hurts like the lowest hell. But apart from that I perfect.”
“Good to hear it old friend.” William knew how Kebra felt. He had not survived this charge unhurt as well. The small hole in his left thigh were a spike must pierced through plate and mail still hurt but he would live. “Come on lets go into this Keep that we fought so hard for.” Looking up at Deep Den William didn’t know if it was. The courtyard and walls and everywhere was filled with bodies of not only the Invaders but also of Westeros Knights and people. Shaking his head again William walked forward with only a slight limp.
Results:
William Improves to Grandmaster Sword.
William moves to Export Jousting
Kebra moves to Noteworthy Sword
Kebra moves to Novice Riding
Leaning forward slightly William braced for the crash. His 8ft War Lance struck true and punctured the first man throwing him back and breaking William’s Lance in one single move. Drawing his sword William saw a man strike forward with his halberd using the flat of his blade to stop the strike William moved with it and stabbed the man. Then Rapiers hooves crushed a man and soon the Dawn Raiders son was amongst the black armoured devils. Cutting slashing he dealt as much death as he could. But there were always more of them. Kebra was with him riding his favorite horse Rabbit. William couldn’t see what his young friend was thinking as the full faced helm covered all. Suddenly William was forced battle to reality and was forced to sway in the saddle to avoid a lunge. Dealing death back William smiled, but as Rapier charged forward again he lost his grip on his sword leaning down he draw his second one from his saddle and again began to hack and slash again.
Seeing a hole form in the lines of the Invaders. William held his sword high and called with his voice demanding command, “To me Knights of the Reach. To me.” A small group of the Knights formed around the Dawn Raiders son listening to his command. Some were fresh from the back of the great force while some were showered in blade but if was there own or others that was something only they knew. William say the Green of Meadows, a Golden Rose of Tyrell, the face of Graceford. Mighty Baxter Bridges sat in his saddle with his axe showing much blood.
Turning to face them William grinned, “Charge!!!!” His voice echoed and the Heavy Calvary surged forward once again. With his second sword William dealt death to all who came close to him. Before he could react he felt the bite of pain in his leg as a spike on the reverse side of the Foreigners halberds stab into his thigh. The pain awoke William’s rage and he called with a deep throaty yell and swung his sword. The blow almost took the wielders head off alone and with momentum the blade was quickly pulled through the rest of the tissue. Rage pumped through his veins giving tired muscles fresh energy. Spurring Rapier forward William attacked with no pause. Taking blows on his shield he would sway and took arms off the foe. Rapier was as deadly as his master iron hooves crushed skulls with easy.
Williams charge did what it had to do. It punctured into the lines of the Foreigners and cause disruption making forcing there commanders too retreat. As the battle was over William looked over at all the dead and hung his head. This was not right, the young Knight thought. Who would a people seek such slaughter to only conqueror more land? The adrenaline had left the young man and now he was simply empty. Pain lanced through his body from the thigh wound but it was not major. A Maester would be able to see to it later. But for now William just looked at the battle field it was all so wrong this fight. William didn’t like but he had to fight for Megara and his son Bealor. If men like him didn’t stand and fight against evil foes then nothing would be safe. The Gods would always judge a man to see if he was a murder or simply a Warrior defending his Maiden.
Finding Kebra he looked down at his friend. “You alright?”
Ser Hunt looked up and smiled through cracked lips, “Yeap. Well I might have broken a rip or two. I have a gash on my arm that hurts like the lowest hell. But apart from that I perfect.”
“Good to hear it old friend.” William knew how Kebra felt. He had not survived this charge unhurt as well. The small hole in his left thigh were a spike must pierced through plate and mail still hurt but he would live. “Come on lets go into this Keep that we fought so hard for.” Looking up at Deep Den William didn’t know if it was. The courtyard and walls and everywhere was filled with bodies of not only the Invaders but also of Westeros Knights and people. Shaking his head again William walked forward with only a slight limp.
Results:
William Improves to Grandmaster Sword.
William moves to Export Jousting
Kebra moves to Noteworthy Sword
Kebra moves to Novice Riding