!hoaRoCu48g 06/25/10(Fri)02:56 No.10728983|
By this time it seemed that all of the new world was marching into the settlement, looking for blood. The roar of the orc force deafening the defenders who stood against these beasts. They smashed against the walls of the fort as if a wave against a beach, with men on the second floor worrying they'd even be able to climb in. For hours the battle raged with the savages being herded into the killzone, 1000s of rounds being fired, blood running like a river through the settlement, the stench of death and gunpowder stinging the nosterals.
The captain stood at the gate along side his men, slashing his sabre at the savages, his voice bellowing out to rally his men 'HOLD FAST, HOLD FAST' he cried through the battle, slaying dozens of the beasts with his musket and bayonet. When it was snatched out of his hands by one of the beasts, he pulled his sabre and began to slash at the beasts
But where was the baron? All around the fort there were many different men, tiefling, human, dwarf, even a goblin, but the Fessian baron was nowhere to be seen, nor his men. Had the Mercenary escaped with his countryman in the chaos of battle? Had they been caught in the open when the orcs charged into the settlement. For hours the battle lasted, the orcs trying to get into the bottle neck of the fort. Captain Petrovski stood fast with his men, this band of brothers, intending to hold his ground until the last man, willing to keep fighting til the last breath.
At 4pm, the flow of the battle would be defined.