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Post by Typhoon on Aug 8, 2006 7:27:48 GMT -5
Typh stood at the head of his legion, which was currently awaiting his orders a few hundred yards from the outskirts of the bandit-infested town. About half the legion had volunteered for the mission, mainly recruits eager for glory but also a few veterans who volunteered for the hazardous duty pay. His forces consisted of approximately thirty heavily armoured heavy melee shock troops, fifty lightly armed and armoured skirmishers and light infantry, and twenty archers. Most of the veterans were in the shock troops. Typh was worried, though not for himself. He worried about the recruits, most of whom had only just finished basic training.
The badger wore basically the same armour as all the other heavy troops; an open-faced helmet, pauldrons for shoulder protection, and a chainmail tunic. The reason for the standardised armour was so that the Hordebeasts could recognise each other more easily in the darkness. The melee troops were free to wield any weapon or wear more armour if they wished.
Using hand signals to his NCOs, Typh gave the order to move to a slight dip in the ground near the path. He planned to get within arrow range of one of the enemy's headquarters, then set it on fire with flaming arrows, which would flush some of the enemies out. The melee troops would then engage them.
OOC: Legion 1 people please feel free to join...
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Aug 8, 2006 11:37:31 GMT -5
Legolas had volunteered eagerly for the mission. It sounded like great fun to her. Adventure, excitement, and extra pay! Who could resist? Now, shifting uncomfortably in her armor, she wasn't so sure. She had been in skirmishes before, had her share of fighting, but this was different. This was going to be an all-out battle. She wasn't sure she was ready. Sure she was ready physically. Her bow was waxed, her arrows were sharpened. She was wearing the armor that she despised. But as she stood waiting for orders, she didn't think that mentally, she was ready. Despite the cool breeze coming in from the ocean, she was sweating.
Just then, the ranks started moving. She had no idea where they were going, but she followed. They were headed towards the slight dip in the ground near the path. Examining the town in front of them, she realized that they were getting into arrow range. A slight smile crossed her face. This was her specialty, archery. She was definitely ready for archery.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Aug 8, 2006 16:35:56 GMT -5
(OOC: I think I'll join on my regular char. Tis' easier than switching back and forth. Although, I may join in on my alt if not enough people show up.)
Rue strode up and down the ranks of the recruits, her brow furrowed somewhat. She herself had heard news of the mission, of course, and had outfitted herself accordingly. Her armour was necessarily simple- a light helmet, shoulder guards, greaves, mail tunic- all embossed with the insignia of the Horde. It was the same armor as those of the troops around her, veteran and recruit alike; the badger didn't like to dress too elaborately, feeling that such overworked accouterment was both unnecessary and cumbersome.
She took up her position in the ranks of troops close to the front line, nearby where Typhoon was standing, armor clinking and clanking as she traipsed along. She nodded curtly and flashed a small grin at the old badger.
"Never hurts to have another badger amongst the ranks, eh, Commander?"
All opportunity for further talk was promptly cut short as the troops began to move, Rue moving along with them. She stole a quick glance back at Legolas, who was several paces behind her. She seemed to be rather excited about the prospect of burning the enemy out with fire arrows, but then, she would be. The ottermaid had always possessed a certain enviable skill for archery, something that the badger had never quite been able to master. Oh, it wasn't that Rue wasn't strong enough; her eyesight and coordination were simply not good enough to be of use in proper aiming. As she mused, she kept the Commander at the edge of her eyesight, ready to act instantly upon further instruction.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Aug 8, 2006 22:58:50 GMT -5
Fin felt clunky and heavy in all this armor - it was supposedly light, he knew, but he was unused to the feeling of even the simple greaves that made it difficult for him to move his unshod feet. The pauldrons felt heavy on his shoulders, and the mail tunic weighed the rest of his body down. The weasel shifted uncomfortably under all the extra weight, frowning. The life he knew was that of a sailor, a corsair even. No armor was required for that.
He touched the pommel of his cutlass, something he knew, reasurring himself that this would be no problem. They were only heading into town for a bit, to wave their weapons, march around pompously and make some threatening orders. That was all. This was all just for -
The ranks started to move, and he swallowed. Just for show.
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Crystal And Fireheart
Soldier
**Scream.** It smiles! NO! **Stabs with a sword yelling MCR! loudly.**
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Post by Crystal And Fireheart on Aug 9, 2006 1:29:20 GMT -5
"Crystal... I'm sorta frightened."
Fireheart was shiverng, clad in ranger armour. Her was shakeing from her ears to his tail tip. Fireheart was a bowbeast with a deadly aim, but he had never shot to kill. His long bow was held with one paw, the other holding the rowan shaft onto the bowstring. He looked to his friend for comfort, but saw almost a diffrent creature. But her words made him tremble less.
"Don't be. Rember, that if these horrid creatures were left alive, they would do no good to anybeast. Go give what you get with two times the force, knowing that if you make it, you'll be a hero the next day."
Crystal emerald eyes were blazeing madly. She was wearing no helmet, as usaul, since it hindered her hearing, that she sorely depended on in a battle. She was clad in chain mail, a cheast cover that had no sleeves, and showed the blue barkcloth where her stomach was. It then followed down to an iron skirt covering the bottom part of her dress, going down to her knees. She held her battlesword, Heven's Last Ray, in her paws, edy to move. As the rest begain to close in, she was as close to the front as she could get. It wasn't hard, being as quick and able-bodied as she was.
Fireheart wimpers and floows close behind the maid.
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Post by Typhoon on Aug 11, 2006 3:18:39 GMT -5
When the Hordebeasts had moved to the slight depression, Typh gave a whispered order for the heavy troops to spread themselves out evenly across the dip, two ranks deep. Two thirds of the light infantry would take the flanks, while the other third remained in reserve. It was absurd whispering orders. To hell with stealth, the badger thought to himself. The enemy couldn't even hear them yet; the dip was two hundred yards to the target building, which was a old three floor high wooden house with a thatched roof, which would burn easily. And if the arrows missed, there was no problem with that, for the situation had deteriorated so much that any innocents had long since moved out of the town, either to seek refuge in the fort or to flee over the seas to the mainland. The more Typh thought about it, the more he was sure that the whole town could be torched without a single innocent harmed.
"Corporal Finbar! Lieutenant Rue! Light a bonfire at the archer's position so they can light their arrows!"
The cold dawn air was about to be warmed up slightly.
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