Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, except Tram, Orion, Maki,
Null, and the village of Hirium.
The crickets chirped quietly in the night. But that tranquility would not last for long. Black chariots began to pour over the hills. The hooves of the horses pounded into the grass as they approached the village of Hirium. Suddenly, a whistle filled the air. A flaming log was sent from a catapult and ripped into the roof of a house, instantly sending the wooden house ablaze. The small bunch of warriors ran to the village gates and began to hold off the enemy forces.
Tram awoke to the smell of smoke. He poked his head out the window, and saw his neighbor's house on fire. "Holy shit!!" he yelled and grabbed his No- Datchi.
He ran to the gates and saw the warriors dead on the floor, friend and foe alike. He only had a second for remorse though, because as soon as he arrived, an enemy troop got past the defences. He was followed by more and more, and soon the whole village was overrun. Tram was left in the middle of the fray, swinging his sword wildly. Curses and cries erupted throughout the village, and the odors of corpses filled the air. Tram's tunic was painted crimson, and the ground was littered with limbs and organs. Suddenly, an enemy troop found his way to him, and jabbed his spear at him. Then he fell to the ground with an arrow in his head.
"What the fuck?" said Tram. He squinted and saw metal gleam in the sunlight. Suddenly, a longshot grabbed his tunic and he was pulled up to a hill in the distance. He slammed into the ground hard, and looked up to see a male archer looking at him. Surprisingly, he was Tram's age.
"You ok?" asked the archer.
"Fine, thanks to you," said Tram.
"No problem. Who are you?" he asked.
"Tram," Tram replied.
"Orion," said the archer.
Tram nodded and returned his attention to the village. It was pure horror. Flames were everywhere, and the enemy troops had already begun taking prisoners. Among them, he saw Maki, shackled to five others in a long line. Then Tram remembered his faerie. "Null?" he called.
"Right here," said Null, who had been hiding in the sheath of Tram's No- Datchi. (OOC: For those who don't know, a No-Datchi is like a bastard sword)
Tram began to charge down the hill. "Where you going!?" asked Orion, and ran after him. Orion pulled a dagger from his boot, and ran up to an archer post that was still standing in the village. As Tram ran through Hirium, Orion picked off the soldiers that tried to stop Tram. Tram dove into the prisoner cart and hid under the blankets. "What the hell?" thought Orion. He shot his longshot at the ground near the cart, and was pulled down to it. He dove under the blankets with Tram.
About an hour later, the cart began its trip back to the enemy base.
The crickets chirped quietly in the night. But that tranquility would not last for long. Black chariots began to pour over the hills. The hooves of the horses pounded into the grass as they approached the village of Hirium. Suddenly, a whistle filled the air. A flaming log was sent from a catapult and ripped into the roof of a house, instantly sending the wooden house ablaze. The small bunch of warriors ran to the village gates and began to hold off the enemy forces.
Tram awoke to the smell of smoke. He poked his head out the window, and saw his neighbor's house on fire. "Holy shit!!" he yelled and grabbed his No- Datchi.
He ran to the gates and saw the warriors dead on the floor, friend and foe alike. He only had a second for remorse though, because as soon as he arrived, an enemy troop got past the defences. He was followed by more and more, and soon the whole village was overrun. Tram was left in the middle of the fray, swinging his sword wildly. Curses and cries erupted throughout the village, and the odors of corpses filled the air. Tram's tunic was painted crimson, and the ground was littered with limbs and organs. Suddenly, an enemy troop found his way to him, and jabbed his spear at him. Then he fell to the ground with an arrow in his head.
"What the fuck?" said Tram. He squinted and saw metal gleam in the sunlight. Suddenly, a longshot grabbed his tunic and he was pulled up to a hill in the distance. He slammed into the ground hard, and looked up to see a male archer looking at him. Surprisingly, he was Tram's age.
"You ok?" asked the archer.
"Fine, thanks to you," said Tram.
"No problem. Who are you?" he asked.
"Tram," Tram replied.
"Orion," said the archer.
Tram nodded and returned his attention to the village. It was pure horror. Flames were everywhere, and the enemy troops had already begun taking prisoners. Among them, he saw Maki, shackled to five others in a long line. Then Tram remembered his faerie. "Null?" he called.
"Right here," said Null, who had been hiding in the sheath of Tram's No- Datchi. (OOC: For those who don't know, a No-Datchi is like a bastard sword)
Tram began to charge down the hill. "Where you going!?" asked Orion, and ran after him. Orion pulled a dagger from his boot, and ran up to an archer post that was still standing in the village. As Tram ran through Hirium, Orion picked off the soldiers that tried to stop Tram. Tram dove into the prisoner cart and hid under the blankets. "What the hell?" thought Orion. He shot his longshot at the ground near the cart, and was pulled down to it. He dove under the blankets with Tram.
About an hour later, the cart began its trip back to the enemy base.
