Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 13 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Alistair
Shaking his head, Alistair sighed sadly.
'We've lost touch with the others; we don't know what's going on...' He reflected worriedly. 'Both a blessing and a curse...We can't know if our allies have fallen, if they have any victory we win is a hollow one. But now we must focus on the fight and we can do so now...'
He knew there was nothing he could do about the loss of contact, so instead he readied his sword and shield and stepped out, joining up with the Arls and Banns who had come to the battlefield with him.
"This is it; the enemy approaches; we have only one choice now." He announced. "Be ready for battle and remember, this is about more than Ferelden and Orlais, it's about all of us, all of Thedas, all of Essos and Westeros...The fate of all people, rests on us, on our allies!"
He turned to face the trees where the Venatori would be advancing from.
He then raised his sword. "Now, we must fight; Orlais and Ferelden stand together in this battle, against Corypheus and his forces, let us show them, no matter what our past, we can stand together and forge a new future!"
With resounding cheers, the Ferelden army drew its weapons; the Orlesians were also ready for battle; they too were cheering and together they readied themselves, ready to begin the battle as the Venatori forces, backed up with some Red Templars, armed with bows. There, at their head was a man that gathered intelligence had identified as Magister Livius Erimond.
Seeing the forces amassed against them, the army did not charge, however they did not falter either. Instead they all took up positions, waiting for their leaders signal.
"So, the rats have arrived." Erimond called out as he saw them. "I hope for your sakes, you are here to offer an honour guard to your new and almighty master!"
There were shouts from his allies and Alistair shook his head, deciding to reply.
"Oh I'm sorry; you must be mistaken. We gathered here to keep an invasion force from attacking our lands." He shot back. "An invasion force of Tevinter Extremists and madmen, following a corrupted beast who aims to destroy everything for his own gain."
Erimond's face twisted at that; he glowered.
"You...How dare you, you should bow before your true Masters, worthless dregs, we..."
He was cut off by the sound of a war horn from the Orlesians, yet no charge was made, the blast of the horn was in fact just a taunt.
Erimond shook his head. "Enough of this; you would be wise to surrender, do so now, before it is too late."
Alistair shook his head and held up his sword. He finally spoke, as he raised the sword up fully and thrust it forwards, giving the signal.
"No surrender." He said. "Now, attack!"
Resounding shouts of attack echoed throughout the Arbor Wilds and before long, the joined forces charged at the Venatori. Erimond seemed startled and quickly fell back, bellowing orders. The Venatori also charged. Alistair readied himself to meet the oncoming attack; the battle had truly begun.
The battle started with a massive clash. Alistair grit his teeth and pushed with his shield against the Venatori attackers and knocked two of them back. Cutting down the pair he deflected another attack, used his shield as a weapon he smashed another around the face and then thrust it into another's throat.
All around him was chaos as the combined Ferelden and Orlesian forces clashed against the Venatori forces and it was unclear if either side had the advantage as both sides defeated any they came across, only to be cut down in return.
'This is beyond anything I...' Alistair began to think but then suddenly was cut off.
He was attacked by a massive Venatori soldier, armed with a huge axe. He blocked with his siheld but his arm felt suddenly numb.
He shook his head. 'Maker's breath...not good.'
He quickly leapt back out the way of a second attack. Taking a careful step to the side and, when the Venatori brute attacked he dodged and then darted in. Taking advantage of a weakness in the man's defences Alistair attacked, wounding him.
"Cursed fool!" The man roared in pain. "You will die!"
He began to attack, flailing out wildly. Alistair quickly backed off, as did any soldier near him. When he finally stopped, Alistair gave the signal and the man took several arrows. As he laughed, despite his injuries from that, Alistair attacked. It was sufficient enough to kill him, thrusting the blade right through him and finally, the Brute fell dead. But their problems were just starting.
Alistair was forced to raise his shield when he saw it, as did many others. But some weren't so lucky and Alistair grimaced as he heard the agonized screams of those that were struck by the Red Templars arrows. Already the explosions from the Red Lyrium arrows made things worse.
'They...this is going from bad to worse. Now the advantage is starting to turn to them.' Alistair noted worriedly. 'The Red Templars arrows are made from Red Lyrium; agonizing death and then the arrows shatter and try to injure or hurt others nearby, giving them a long agonizing death.'
Carefully looking out from behind his shield, he saw the archers at last. But was forced to take cover again as yet another arrow storm hit them.
He shook his head. 'It's worse than I thought...They have the high ground.'
Finally, seeing a chance, as the Red Templars lowered their bows briefly, Alistair advanced, leading his army, along with the others.
"Quickly, archers!" He cried.
He quickly cut down two Venatori as their own archers fired at the Red Templars, trying to lay suppressing fire on them. Alistair knew however that this would not last as he continued to fight. They had to find some way to turn this around, before the archers completely turned this into a rout against them.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.