[Authors Note: The 3rd chapter will be up sooner than anticipated due to
unlikely circumstances]
Chapter 3-
** Inside a naga base**
"We musssst gather our troopssss quickly if we plan to invade the human alliance'sss bassse." said Sylna Vodlvinde, a naga warchief. She spoke in a calm raspy voice.
"I ssssent a messssssenger out to any outpossstssss to gather any myrmidons and sssspear throwersssss" commented a naga schlarm warrior. A scharm is a two-sided dagger with blades curving in opposite directions coated with naga saliva, which happens to be highly poisonous and acidic. A bunch of schlarm warriros, spear throwers, and myrmidons suddenly started surfacing and loading onto the island.
"My warriors, OFF TO BATTLE!!!" shouted Sylna pointing with a finget towards the mainland.
** Meanwhile at a human base **
"One of our runners noticed a swarm of naga headed our way. Our runner reported over four-hundred naga." said Field Marshall Mitchell Brant.
"Good job marshall. Send men to the barracks to warn all our men to get ready for war." replied Lieutenant Colonel Harvey Lichern.
"Yes sir". Field Marshall Mitchell Brant walked out of the Colonel's tent and waved two men towards him. "Go to the barracks and warn the men of a naga attack heading this way."
"Yes sir replied the footmen." They ran off toward the barracks.
"Hey you over there." shouted Mitchell. A footmen ran over to him. "I want you to get a runner ready to go to Brockville and tell them of the naga attack. You and that footman over there escort him. Take horses and don't come back without reinforcements.
"Yes sir." he replied. He ran off to another footman and gestured him to go to the stables. They mounted horses got a runner on a horse and set off. A rifleman ran, partially staggering toward him.
"Si..r...The...naga...took our....outpost.....out......they're.....coming.....with....about five- hundred men..." he groaned. Then he fell over and died.
"EVERYONE GET READY!!!!" Mitchell bellowed out to everyone. Workers rushed out to the barricades to repair them. Other went and started upgrading and constructing more towers. All the footmen ran up in to the front line. The riflemen stationed themselves behind the barricades. About twelve dragon- hawk riders soared into their base and put themselved over the footmen. Many footmen on knights with lances rode up behind the footmen. Their unit total was three-hundred-fifty. Field Marshall Mitchell picked up a long bow and put himself with two riflemen behind a barricade. All the remaining archers and riflemen filed into the guard towers. The workers kept harvesting wood and gold and stone to build more if needed.
** In the heart of the naga strike force**
"Our sssscout ssssayssss they're three-hundred in force." rasped a naga spear thrower.
"Good" said Sylna harshly. They naga rounded the bend of the river and went onto land. Now they could see the humans. "CHARGE!!!" she shouted.
** At the human base **
"CHARGE!!!" Field Marshall Mitchell yelled.
** The battle**
The armies collided with a bang. Footmen slashed, schlarms stabbed, spears flew, bullets hit, arrows pierced, rocks blew open. Sylna jumped into the air and landed in the middle of a bunch of footmen. She swung her dual schlarms like they were an extension of her body. In half a minute she had made mince meat out of the men. The heavy numbers started to take their toll. The humans were now down 100 men to 300. Mitchell launched an arrow into a naga but two more took its place. The archers were running out of arrows, and the riflemen were nearly out of shots. The workers were running to the ranged combatants restocking the best they could. The humans and naga thinned. Mitchell noticed Sylna, the symbol of living death. He shot an arrow into her shoulder then picked up the rifle off a rifleman and shot Sylna's head apart. "Thanks for the shot" he commented. Now the humans fought with rejuvinated ire. The numbers were now twentyfive humans to one- hundred naga. "MILITIA!!!" screamed Mitchell. All the workers ran the the barracks and took up light armor and swords they ran into battle and helped the footmen. When it was fifteen humans to fifty naga Mitchell finally called a retreat. The remaining men ran, some taking horses others not. Mitchell finally saw the runner ride back with the two footmen and.............. six damaged footmen. The runne let Mitchell ride his horse with her.
"This is all that was left of Brockville. It seems this naga force is merely a distraction." she said lethargically.
"Then we have nothing to lose if we die." replied Mitchell sadly. "ATTACK TROOPS!!" he shouted. All the troops suddenly turned the opposite direction and started attacking the naga. They took about ten until the confusion left the opponent. Mitchell shot like none before. Kill. Kill. Mortal Wound. Kill. Kill. Out of Arrows. He dropped his bow and pulled out a sword. He ran up to a naga myrmidon and impaled it through the back. The humans were almost dead. Mitchell grabbed a sword of a dead footman and started fighting with two. He chooped down two schlarm warriors then he was hit by a venemous schlarm in the leg. The poison did not take effect immediately so he fought like Hercuel the Barbarian. The three humans got swarmed then fell to the ground covered in blood. The twenty remaining naga kept running toward the ruined city of brockville.
** Time Passes**
Mitchell slowly rose to his feet. He surveyed the battle scene. Dead bodies everywhere. He must avenge the dead. He saw another slightly moving figure. It was the runner. He picked up a healing kit and limped over to her. His leg was immobile due to the poison. Mitchell turned her over and observed the wounds. He gently removed her clothes to better see the injuries. There were huge cuts all over her body from head to toe (literally). There was bruises everywhere, and she was covered in blood. Mitchell picked up a scroll from the healing kit and cast a purging spell to remove the poison. After that he cast a minor healing spell which stopped most of the bleeding and sealed up a few minor cuts. He then took out a roll of bandages and thoroughly covered the major cuts with them. He cast a second purge spell on himself and another minor healing spell on himself. He sat down and waited.
** Time Passes**
"Wh...at....happe....ned" the runner tried to say through many intervals of vomiting.
"We got beaten" Mitchell replied.
"Who aaaare.....you" the runner again tried to say through intervals of vomiting.
"I'm Field Marshall Mitchell Combe Brant, who might you be." he replied.
"I'm Emily Vivian Reed." she said.
"Nice to meet you." Mitchell said politely.
"Nice to meet you too, oh, and thanks for the spells, I'm sure I would of died if not for you." she said sounding pleased. They both stood up. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.
"I think we should travel to the nearest human town and settle down for a while" Mitchell said imploringly.
"Good Idea" Emily said. The walked towards each other then the held each others hands and they kissed. After the kiss they held hands and walked in the direction of Brockville.
**With the four friends**
"Charg, do you know where to go?" inquired Ghruf.
"Yes, I do." Charg replied.
"Phew..." said Huor.
"The forest is this way, lets go" Charg said and he pointed west.
** Time Passes **
Charg was indeed right, the four made it to the forest in five hours. "Finally we'r....." said Huor trailing off before the end. "UNDEAD!!!!" he shouted and pointed across the wasteland.
"Ghruf, Huor get on a tree and shoot them down. Me and Charg can handle them down here." Gilraen commanded them. Charg drew his sword and invoked it to glow red. Gilraen pulled out both her lightning enchanted katanas. The undead attack force consisted of eight ghouls, two abominations, a death knight, and a necromancer. "ATTACK!!" Gilraen screamed and she and Charg ran into the undead. Charg cast a master spell and he started swirling around at super fast speeds chopping down half the units. He landed and fell to the ground dazed. An arrow zoomed past Gilraen's ear and into a ghoul's head. Two bullets smashed into the abomination with a burst of blood. Gilraen leapt over a ghoul and slashed apart the abomination's gut. A ghoul ducked under her next attack and jumped at her slashing her on her arm. She dropped the katana and impaled the ghoul with the other. The death knight started running away. The necromancer cast two summoning spells and four skeletons were up attacking Gilraen. Charg then stood up and dove at the necromancer. His blade took the necromancer's head off. At the time of the necromancer's death the skeletons deformed not a minute to soon. They were about to slash Gilraen's head open. "Than...ks" panted Gilraen. "Lets get into....the forest....before more come..."
[Authors Note: I hope you still like it. Please review.
Chapter 3-
** Inside a naga base**
"We musssst gather our troopssss quickly if we plan to invade the human alliance'sss bassse." said Sylna Vodlvinde, a naga warchief. She spoke in a calm raspy voice.
"I ssssent a messssssenger out to any outpossstssss to gather any myrmidons and sssspear throwersssss" commented a naga schlarm warrior. A scharm is a two-sided dagger with blades curving in opposite directions coated with naga saliva, which happens to be highly poisonous and acidic. A bunch of schlarm warriros, spear throwers, and myrmidons suddenly started surfacing and loading onto the island.
"My warriors, OFF TO BATTLE!!!" shouted Sylna pointing with a finget towards the mainland.
** Meanwhile at a human base **
"One of our runners noticed a swarm of naga headed our way. Our runner reported over four-hundred naga." said Field Marshall Mitchell Brant.
"Good job marshall. Send men to the barracks to warn all our men to get ready for war." replied Lieutenant Colonel Harvey Lichern.
"Yes sir". Field Marshall Mitchell Brant walked out of the Colonel's tent and waved two men towards him. "Go to the barracks and warn the men of a naga attack heading this way."
"Yes sir replied the footmen." They ran off toward the barracks.
"Hey you over there." shouted Mitchell. A footmen ran over to him. "I want you to get a runner ready to go to Brockville and tell them of the naga attack. You and that footman over there escort him. Take horses and don't come back without reinforcements.
"Yes sir." he replied. He ran off to another footman and gestured him to go to the stables. They mounted horses got a runner on a horse and set off. A rifleman ran, partially staggering toward him.
"Si..r...The...naga...took our....outpost.....out......they're.....coming.....with....about five- hundred men..." he groaned. Then he fell over and died.
"EVERYONE GET READY!!!!" Mitchell bellowed out to everyone. Workers rushed out to the barricades to repair them. Other went and started upgrading and constructing more towers. All the footmen ran up in to the front line. The riflemen stationed themselves behind the barricades. About twelve dragon- hawk riders soared into their base and put themselved over the footmen. Many footmen on knights with lances rode up behind the footmen. Their unit total was three-hundred-fifty. Field Marshall Mitchell picked up a long bow and put himself with two riflemen behind a barricade. All the remaining archers and riflemen filed into the guard towers. The workers kept harvesting wood and gold and stone to build more if needed.
** In the heart of the naga strike force**
"Our sssscout ssssayssss they're three-hundred in force." rasped a naga spear thrower.
"Good" said Sylna harshly. They naga rounded the bend of the river and went onto land. Now they could see the humans. "CHARGE!!!" she shouted.
** At the human base **
"CHARGE!!!" Field Marshall Mitchell yelled.
** The battle**
The armies collided with a bang. Footmen slashed, schlarms stabbed, spears flew, bullets hit, arrows pierced, rocks blew open. Sylna jumped into the air and landed in the middle of a bunch of footmen. She swung her dual schlarms like they were an extension of her body. In half a minute she had made mince meat out of the men. The heavy numbers started to take their toll. The humans were now down 100 men to 300. Mitchell launched an arrow into a naga but two more took its place. The archers were running out of arrows, and the riflemen were nearly out of shots. The workers were running to the ranged combatants restocking the best they could. The humans and naga thinned. Mitchell noticed Sylna, the symbol of living death. He shot an arrow into her shoulder then picked up the rifle off a rifleman and shot Sylna's head apart. "Thanks for the shot" he commented. Now the humans fought with rejuvinated ire. The numbers were now twentyfive humans to one- hundred naga. "MILITIA!!!" screamed Mitchell. All the workers ran the the barracks and took up light armor and swords they ran into battle and helped the footmen. When it was fifteen humans to fifty naga Mitchell finally called a retreat. The remaining men ran, some taking horses others not. Mitchell finally saw the runner ride back with the two footmen and.............. six damaged footmen. The runne let Mitchell ride his horse with her.
"This is all that was left of Brockville. It seems this naga force is merely a distraction." she said lethargically.
"Then we have nothing to lose if we die." replied Mitchell sadly. "ATTACK TROOPS!!" he shouted. All the troops suddenly turned the opposite direction and started attacking the naga. They took about ten until the confusion left the opponent. Mitchell shot like none before. Kill. Kill. Mortal Wound. Kill. Kill. Out of Arrows. He dropped his bow and pulled out a sword. He ran up to a naga myrmidon and impaled it through the back. The humans were almost dead. Mitchell grabbed a sword of a dead footman and started fighting with two. He chooped down two schlarm warriors then he was hit by a venemous schlarm in the leg. The poison did not take effect immediately so he fought like Hercuel the Barbarian. The three humans got swarmed then fell to the ground covered in blood. The twenty remaining naga kept running toward the ruined city of brockville.
** Time Passes**
Mitchell slowly rose to his feet. He surveyed the battle scene. Dead bodies everywhere. He must avenge the dead. He saw another slightly moving figure. It was the runner. He picked up a healing kit and limped over to her. His leg was immobile due to the poison. Mitchell turned her over and observed the wounds. He gently removed her clothes to better see the injuries. There were huge cuts all over her body from head to toe (literally). There was bruises everywhere, and she was covered in blood. Mitchell picked up a scroll from the healing kit and cast a purging spell to remove the poison. After that he cast a minor healing spell which stopped most of the bleeding and sealed up a few minor cuts. He then took out a roll of bandages and thoroughly covered the major cuts with them. He cast a second purge spell on himself and another minor healing spell on himself. He sat down and waited.
** Time Passes**
"Wh...at....happe....ned" the runner tried to say through many intervals of vomiting.
"We got beaten" Mitchell replied.
"Who aaaare.....you" the runner again tried to say through intervals of vomiting.
"I'm Field Marshall Mitchell Combe Brant, who might you be." he replied.
"I'm Emily Vivian Reed." she said.
"Nice to meet you." Mitchell said politely.
"Nice to meet you too, oh, and thanks for the spells, I'm sure I would of died if not for you." she said sounding pleased. They both stood up. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.
"I think we should travel to the nearest human town and settle down for a while" Mitchell said imploringly.
"Good Idea" Emily said. The walked towards each other then the held each others hands and they kissed. After the kiss they held hands and walked in the direction of Brockville.
**With the four friends**
"Charg, do you know where to go?" inquired Ghruf.
"Yes, I do." Charg replied.
"Phew..." said Huor.
"The forest is this way, lets go" Charg said and he pointed west.
** Time Passes **
Charg was indeed right, the four made it to the forest in five hours. "Finally we'r....." said Huor trailing off before the end. "UNDEAD!!!!" he shouted and pointed across the wasteland.
"Ghruf, Huor get on a tree and shoot them down. Me and Charg can handle them down here." Gilraen commanded them. Charg drew his sword and invoked it to glow red. Gilraen pulled out both her lightning enchanted katanas. The undead attack force consisted of eight ghouls, two abominations, a death knight, and a necromancer. "ATTACK!!" Gilraen screamed and she and Charg ran into the undead. Charg cast a master spell and he started swirling around at super fast speeds chopping down half the units. He landed and fell to the ground dazed. An arrow zoomed past Gilraen's ear and into a ghoul's head. Two bullets smashed into the abomination with a burst of blood. Gilraen leapt over a ghoul and slashed apart the abomination's gut. A ghoul ducked under her next attack and jumped at her slashing her on her arm. She dropped the katana and impaled the ghoul with the other. The death knight started running away. The necromancer cast two summoning spells and four skeletons were up attacking Gilraen. Charg then stood up and dove at the necromancer. His blade took the necromancer's head off. At the time of the necromancer's death the skeletons deformed not a minute to soon. They were about to slash Gilraen's head open. "Than...ks" panted Gilraen. "Lets get into....the forest....before more come..."
[Authors Note: I hope you still like it. Please review.