fellowknight
The Devil In The Details
Baroth nodded and greeted the young Redguard boy. He shook his hand firmly, his grip was good and his firm glare was even better. He would make for an honorable Dustman, maybe even leader of the clan, if he kept his head clear and his sword readied. "I've heard much about your comradeship, Sir Baroth." The boy said respectfully. He smiled and nodded to the boy.
"Indeed, in our short time together, we came to know one another quite well. And those are the days i miss most my friend" He smiled, the boy was sure to be a great leader of sorts, in due time. Then he heard Marius suggest they head to Whiterun and recruit some more men. This, he could tell, was a great plan.
They desperately needed some more men if they were to hold the village any longer. He also said that his son, Alesan was his name by his hearing, would control both his own men and Baroth's. This seemed like a fair challenge, and by what Marius said, he was an assured fighter and commander. I guess the saying is true, Like father like son. He said that they would move out soon and could plan shortly, before turning towards the mercenary whom Baroth now recognized. Marek. Then he decided to speak to Marius, while he had the chance. "Sounds like a plan Marius. I'll go ready the men for their new commander." He said, glancing at Alesan with a smile.
He then nodded to Marius and turned for the door. Suddenly, a guard and a hooded man entered and approached him. "Sir! Sir Baroth! This, er, forest-man has some ne--" started the guard. "I'll take it from here, sergeant, thank you for your help," cut off The hooded man. The guard nodded, and ran back to his post at the southern gate. The hooded man then stepped forward and pulled back his hood to reveal a rough and all too familiar face. Hale. So he survived the outbreak. I thought he would. He IS unpredictable. Though i have to admit, it's awfully good to see his face again.
"Baroth! So you're the leader of this resistance here, aye! Good to see you! When the sergeant there told me you were the protector of this town, I could hardly believe my ears! Then I thought to myself, of course Baroth survived, he's a knight after all! And Marek! Good to see your hide's still in one piece, aye? Nevertheless, while it is good to see you, and while I see the signs of recent battle, we must ready for one more I'm afraid. There is a small group of dremora, the kynval clan I believe, as well as a nine foot tall devil warlord called a balor, about fifteen minutes away. They will be approaching from the woods near the Southern Gate, where I came from, and will hit us in that direction. I doubt they even know this town is still putting up a fight, so we may yet have the element of surprise. My suggestion is, that we have your men stay up on the wall and roofs of houses and give us covering fire, while you, Marek, myself, and any other volunteers take on the three dremora and the Balor. Working together, we should be able to take him down, what do you say?? Just like old times, eh?" He said with a grin.
Devil Warlord? By the gods, surely we don't stand a chance, but either way, we have to try. Baroth nodded in Agreement, They had to act, it was now or never. "Yea.... Like old times....i'll ready the men. Marius, you and Alesan here can think of some kind of strategy for the enemy's defeat, an ambush perhaps. Marek, you will join me on the front lines where we can distract the demon spawn long enough to buy Marius and his men some time. And Hale, you go with Marius and his men on their ambush, hit them from the back. Alright, let's move! We can not sit idol while my village is under threat by those, redskinned, meat sack bastards!" He commanded, before nodding at Hale and walking to the door. He grabbed the knob, gave a silent sigh, and pushed the door open.
He jogged out into mildly fresh air, welcomed by a deafening roar off in the woods. Whatever it was, it was big and it was heading this way. He rushed past a group of guards staring at the distant shadow in awe, yelling a command to them. "What are you fools doing!!?? Get your asses to the front gate! We need all the men we can muster!! Move!!" He yelled, as they quickly snapped back to their senses and followed him down the way. As he neared the center of the village, between the merchant's store and the Inn, he yelled a general order to all of his troops. "I NEED ARCHERS ON THE WALL FACING THE BRIDGE! FIRE ON MY COMMAND! I NEED WARRIORS OUTSIDE ON THE BRIDGE WITH ME! FORM A LINE WITH SHIELDS UP! AND I NEED HEALERS TO STAY WITHIN RELATIVE RANGE OF THE BATTLE! KEEP THOSE MEN UP AND ON THEIR FEET! GET MOVING NOW! WE HAVE A DEMON ON OUR PORCH AND WE'VE NO TIME TO LOSE! MOOOOVE!" He yelled, as he ordered the guard to open the gate. The gate rolled open to reveal the demon spawn now arriving on the other side. Their walking behemoth was not to far behind, walking in with them as they began organizing themselves.
"Indeed, in our short time together, we came to know one another quite well. And those are the days i miss most my friend" He smiled, the boy was sure to be a great leader of sorts, in due time. Then he heard Marius suggest they head to Whiterun and recruit some more men. This, he could tell, was a great plan.
They desperately needed some more men if they were to hold the village any longer. He also said that his son, Alesan was his name by his hearing, would control both his own men and Baroth's. This seemed like a fair challenge, and by what Marius said, he was an assured fighter and commander. I guess the saying is true, Like father like son. He said that they would move out soon and could plan shortly, before turning towards the mercenary whom Baroth now recognized. Marek. Then he decided to speak to Marius, while he had the chance. "Sounds like a plan Marius. I'll go ready the men for their new commander." He said, glancing at Alesan with a smile.
He then nodded to Marius and turned for the door. Suddenly, a guard and a hooded man entered and approached him. "Sir! Sir Baroth! This, er, forest-man has some ne--" started the guard. "I'll take it from here, sergeant, thank you for your help," cut off The hooded man. The guard nodded, and ran back to his post at the southern gate. The hooded man then stepped forward and pulled back his hood to reveal a rough and all too familiar face. Hale. So he survived the outbreak. I thought he would. He IS unpredictable. Though i have to admit, it's awfully good to see his face again.
"Baroth! So you're the leader of this resistance here, aye! Good to see you! When the sergeant there told me you were the protector of this town, I could hardly believe my ears! Then I thought to myself, of course Baroth survived, he's a knight after all! And Marek! Good to see your hide's still in one piece, aye? Nevertheless, while it is good to see you, and while I see the signs of recent battle, we must ready for one more I'm afraid. There is a small group of dremora, the kynval clan I believe, as well as a nine foot tall devil warlord called a balor, about fifteen minutes away. They will be approaching from the woods near the Southern Gate, where I came from, and will hit us in that direction. I doubt they even know this town is still putting up a fight, so we may yet have the element of surprise. My suggestion is, that we have your men stay up on the wall and roofs of houses and give us covering fire, while you, Marek, myself, and any other volunteers take on the three dremora and the Balor. Working together, we should be able to take him down, what do you say?? Just like old times, eh?" He said with a grin.
Devil Warlord? By the gods, surely we don't stand a chance, but either way, we have to try. Baroth nodded in Agreement, They had to act, it was now or never. "Yea.... Like old times....i'll ready the men. Marius, you and Alesan here can think of some kind of strategy for the enemy's defeat, an ambush perhaps. Marek, you will join me on the front lines where we can distract the demon spawn long enough to buy Marius and his men some time. And Hale, you go with Marius and his men on their ambush, hit them from the back. Alright, let's move! We can not sit idol while my village is under threat by those, redskinned, meat sack bastards!" He commanded, before nodding at Hale and walking to the door. He grabbed the knob, gave a silent sigh, and pushed the door open.
He jogged out into mildly fresh air, welcomed by a deafening roar off in the woods. Whatever it was, it was big and it was heading this way. He rushed past a group of guards staring at the distant shadow in awe, yelling a command to them. "What are you fools doing!!?? Get your asses to the front gate! We need all the men we can muster!! Move!!" He yelled, as they quickly snapped back to their senses and followed him down the way. As he neared the center of the village, between the merchant's store and the Inn, he yelled a general order to all of his troops. "I NEED ARCHERS ON THE WALL FACING THE BRIDGE! FIRE ON MY COMMAND! I NEED WARRIORS OUTSIDE ON THE BRIDGE WITH ME! FORM A LINE WITH SHIELDS UP! AND I NEED HEALERS TO STAY WITHIN RELATIVE RANGE OF THE BATTLE! KEEP THOSE MEN UP AND ON THEIR FEET! GET MOVING NOW! WE HAVE A DEMON ON OUR PORCH AND WE'VE NO TIME TO LOSE! MOOOOVE!" He yelled, as he ordered the guard to open the gate. The gate rolled open to reveal the demon spawn now arriving on the other side. Their walking behemoth was not to far behind, walking in with them as they began organizing themselves.