!uGYNBMPzOs 11/13/10(Sat)03:57 No.12780700|
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AS you Effortlessly slaughter your way through the nobles bodyguard the warhorn is answered by a hideously loud Eagles Cry. You look up and correct yourself, Valkeries cry. A large wing of armored men are riding in on the great eagles, the sun glinting off of their armored and bladed talons, the riders wielding all manor of polearms. Close as you are to the knights Lord you are passed over, but the flying beasts slash through your mercenary cavalry, the Impetus Marauders, and your entire forces morale. They number at least 30, but you know there are more than that. The attack is nearly over as quickly as it began, the knights already above striking distance by the time they are over the 196th and 454th.
You charge past the mangonel crews as they are about to fire, and as you move past the great barrels of pitch Laelith lets out a mighty well, and it all goes up in a great fiery explosion, immolating the peasants pushing the carts, and instantly igniting, and destroying with the force of the blast, all but one of the mongonels, the surviving piece of artileries crew all thrown to the ground, burning, clutching wounds, or both.
As you wheel around you see just how greatly damaged your cavalry wings were, and the bloody mess that was left of so many of your men streaking all the way back to the front of your Legionary battalions battle lines. To your left you can see the young lord and his surviving guards get to their feet, the warhorn once again moving to the lordlings lips.
>roll for combat and command.