hey again...you get the picture right? i dont own TP's stuff.
The entire company stood on the battlements, surveying the scene. Rebel forces surrounded the Fort, standing 500 meters away from the stone towers. Daine shivered.
"This is too much like...the war," she whispered to Numair, who nodded grimly.
He growled after a second. "And, we don't have the Dominion Jewel!"
Her blue-gray eyes lit up. "I can fly to the castle! They would let me in to the Treasure Hall, and I could bring it ba--"
Numair cut her off, shaking her firmly by the shoulders. "No!" he said furiously. "Don't you realize, there are archers waiting down there for you, they know that you can be a bird! You- would- die."
Subdued, Daine nodded meekly.
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The archers and spearsmen poised their weapons as the enemy began to come closer to their walls. Jon was pushed back, to be surrounded by an Onuan protecting circle. Grumbling, the King was forced to be content with throwing darts of Gifted fire instead of battling like he wanted to.
As soldiers streamed out through doorways opened for that purpose, the King's meager forces attacked the enemy's men. The battle began, and the squires and men on the battlements began their onslaught of arrows and sharpened wooden sticks.
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Hidden in one of the towers, at a small window designed to shoot arrows, Collun perched with his crossbow. He was lucky, stationed at a safer spot than most of his peers. Aiming at an enemy who was slowly overpowering a small Rider, he let the arrow fly.
His aim proved true, he reloaded and was poised to shoot when a scuffling sound diverted his attention. Kalasin, holding a small crossbow of her own, was quietly stationing herself at another window slit. She grinned, her hair sturdily pinned up, wearing breeches -breeches- and a worn tunic.
She was obviously dressed for action.
He grinned at her - what could he do to pursuade her to leave?- and returned to his work. Kally's darts proved as true as his, but their efforts barely made a dent in the swarms of mercenaries.
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The day was long and bloody. Luckily, not many of their men were killed, though some were badly injured. However, even if the field was bloody with bodies of the Copper Islanders, there seemed to be just as many when they retreated for the night. Posting guards all along the wall, Jonathan returned to his study to deliberate combat tactics.
Walking through the stone hallways, he ran directly into Kally and Collun. His keen blue eyes stared, and took in his daughters sweat-streaked, grimy appearance and the crossbow in her hand. His eyebrows connected fiercely.
Defiently, Kally stared at her father. "I helped."
Still staring, the King slowly shook himself out of a shocked stupor and grinned weakly. He looked at Collun, who looked just as defensive. He obviously sided with Kally. No ally there. Jon sighed.
"I guess i cant stop you, girl."
She smiled happily and shook her head.
So, he moved on as Kally returned to her room to bathe and change from her dirty, grimy clothes.
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well, thats the end of part three. comments?
The entire company stood on the battlements, surveying the scene. Rebel forces surrounded the Fort, standing 500 meters away from the stone towers. Daine shivered.
"This is too much like...the war," she whispered to Numair, who nodded grimly.
He growled after a second. "And, we don't have the Dominion Jewel!"
Her blue-gray eyes lit up. "I can fly to the castle! They would let me in to the Treasure Hall, and I could bring it ba--"
Numair cut her off, shaking her firmly by the shoulders. "No!" he said furiously. "Don't you realize, there are archers waiting down there for you, they know that you can be a bird! You- would- die."
Subdued, Daine nodded meekly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The archers and spearsmen poised their weapons as the enemy began to come closer to their walls. Jon was pushed back, to be surrounded by an Onuan protecting circle. Grumbling, the King was forced to be content with throwing darts of Gifted fire instead of battling like he wanted to.
As soldiers streamed out through doorways opened for that purpose, the King's meager forces attacked the enemy's men. The battle began, and the squires and men on the battlements began their onslaught of arrows and sharpened wooden sticks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hidden in one of the towers, at a small window designed to shoot arrows, Collun perched with his crossbow. He was lucky, stationed at a safer spot than most of his peers. Aiming at an enemy who was slowly overpowering a small Rider, he let the arrow fly.
His aim proved true, he reloaded and was poised to shoot when a scuffling sound diverted his attention. Kalasin, holding a small crossbow of her own, was quietly stationing herself at another window slit. She grinned, her hair sturdily pinned up, wearing breeches -breeches- and a worn tunic.
She was obviously dressed for action.
He grinned at her - what could he do to pursuade her to leave?- and returned to his work. Kally's darts proved as true as his, but their efforts barely made a dent in the swarms of mercenaries.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The day was long and bloody. Luckily, not many of their men were killed, though some were badly injured. However, even if the field was bloody with bodies of the Copper Islanders, there seemed to be just as many when they retreated for the night. Posting guards all along the wall, Jonathan returned to his study to deliberate combat tactics.
Walking through the stone hallways, he ran directly into Kally and Collun. His keen blue eyes stared, and took in his daughters sweat-streaked, grimy appearance and the crossbow in her hand. His eyebrows connected fiercely.
Defiently, Kally stared at her father. "I helped."
Still staring, the King slowly shook himself out of a shocked stupor and grinned weakly. He looked at Collun, who looked just as defensive. He obviously sided with Kally. No ally there. Jon sighed.
"I guess i cant stop you, girl."
She smiled happily and shook her head.
So, he moved on as Kally returned to her room to bathe and change from her dirty, grimy clothes.
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well, thats the end of part three. comments?