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Post by Rowan on Nov 18, 2016 14:11:26 GMT -5
Rowan cusses and tries to get their horse to move faster 'best get someplace we can hole up and fight then.. too open here we'll be over ran.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 18, 2016 14:22:42 GMT -5
"Yea," Dan said, "everyone quick, to the city." It's at least a d=two day ride and there's only sixty or seventy of them left. By sundown they've ridden to the river and look for the ford, But as they cross the first winged demons can be seen, flying in demo the east, lit up by the setting sun. Carolyn is praying loudly while she draws steel and the advantage of numbers and unity is gone now. This will be a different type of fight.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 18, 2016 14:44:27 GMT -5
Rowan prepares for a long battle. Drawing an axe and keeping the others close at hand incase they need to switch from bluntness or breakage.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 18, 2016 14:53:49 GMT -5
The battle starts as the last of the runners crosses the river, and the first of the flying beasts strike. "Form up!" Dan yells out. "Don't let them inside the square!" The disciplined but demoralized troops reluctantly make a four sided defensive wall, intending to wait the siege out, and the first few creatures meet a swift end as they smash into their ranks. Rowan hasn't had a chance to fight yet but it is coming soon, and Carolyn and her husband are next to them. Dan points and shouts orders out as the creatures begin swarming, and Rowan has their first chance for bloodshed...
Rowan: 133 Demon: 118
Rowan delivers a powerful blow to a creature and the others finish it off, but now more and more come, a seemingly endless swarm, and the men and women are already tired from the day and the flight.
Rowan: 121 (-10) Demon: 138
Rowan suffers a blow from one of the beasts as the nights wears on but it is driven off by a counterattack.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 18, 2016 16:06:28 GMT -5
Rowan yelps in pain and cussing goes for a harsh blow to a beastie both in rage and of wanting the thing dead.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 18, 2016 16:36:03 GMT -5
Rowan: 151
Beastie: dead
Rowan cuts another monster down but losses are mounting. A knight curses. "Run! He shouts to the four. "Spread the word of what happened here! This needs an army now!"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 18, 2016 18:23:37 GMT -5
Rowan uses some very foul language a young lady shouldnt know and trying to get Carolyn and her knight with them they try to make a break for it, axing whatever beasts might be in their way they hope to out run the daemons on the horses. 'How fast do these fookers run?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2016 23:13:31 GMT -5
Unexpectedly busy time. On this in about 12 hours
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 20, 2016 7:59:06 GMT -5
"We're about to find out," Dan said grimly as more of the beasts appear. Rowan smashes another out of the air as the hot sands let waves of heat into the night air. For an hour Rowan hears sounds of fighting but can't spare much to look around, but when at last a break comes they see about two dozen left.
"Looks like they stopped for now," Carolyn panted as the horses wheeze. "This is a fucking nightmare."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 20, 2016 8:17:59 GMT -5
Rowan grunts an acknowledgement, steeling the dregs of their energy for the remainder should they attack. 'How much further till a good wall or a fresh edge to cut 'em with?' Rowam asks werily
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 20, 2016 8:49:25 GMT -5
"Need to hit the city, then send to Slayer's Bay and the whole damn world," Dan said. "We need a real army, cavalry and thousands of men."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 20, 2016 11:35:25 GMT -5
Rowan tiredly grins 'then lets run for it'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 20, 2016 12:09:48 GMT -5
They run all night and by day the horses are near dead, but Xintilan beams brightly with the morning sun. Dan frowns as the ragged group of survivors enter. The city is quiet, more quiet than anywhere Rowan had ever been. "This is strange...the people," Carolyn whimpered, "they're...there's. o one here!"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 20, 2016 14:52:31 GMT -5
Rowan looks about as much alert as their tired body and mind can manage. 'I have heard noiser graves..' they near inaudubly whisper.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 20, 2016 15:59:22 GMT -5
As they pass through they load on supplies, which have been left exactly as though someone had intended on returning. The wind mournfully blows as they spread out to seek life, and it is Rowan who hears someone in a building on the far north of the city. One of the weaponsmiths is sitting outside a hut shivering and rocking back and forth, muttering about nothing that can be understood.
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