Discord
Changelog
09-28-2011, 07:10 PM
*Written on a fine piece of parchment and in elegant letters*
To the leaders of Byzantur,
This is the account of Dante Reynolt in his part of the battle for Byzantur.
With labored breaths, Dante ran through the streets dodging back and forth through the crowd of peasants hoping he was not too late to join the rest of the adventurers assembled to fight off the invading army. As Dante finally broke through the crowds his eyes widened in astonishment at the assembled warriors that had gathered together. Dante felt insignificant next to the Priador soldiers in their full-plate, and the Red Wizards literally aglow from the magic radiating off them. Not knowing where to stand in the mix, Dante maneuvered his way next to his only acquaintance there, Duston, a soldier in the Legion.
Upon seeing Dante, Duston whispered, "Playing legionnaire, are we?"
Dante put on an incredulous look, and replied, "of course not! I just do not know where the fighters without allegiances should stand."
Duston laughed and said, "Anywhere will do, really."
Dante began to question why Duston mentioned anything, but stopped short when the Protector and Captain Durn began shouting out orders to the men. After most were given their orders, only Dante, a mage, and a legionaire woman remained. Durn walked up and told the woman to take Dante and the mage to the North gate, and to kill anything that came through. In eagerness, Dante unslung his shortbow from his shoulder, and notched an arrow as he made his way to the gate with the others.
The legionaire woman asked, "Are you using your bow?"
Dante smirked at the obvious question and replied, "At fist, yes. I planned on drawing my blades after they get closer."
The woman nodded at the rouge's reasoning. As the sounds of an approaching army began to resound throughout the city, Dante and his companions tensed in anticipation.
"Who would dare attack the city anyway?" the mage asked confidently.
Smiling grimly Dante replied, "A lot of dead fools."
Suddenly, Captain Durn road up and looked to Dante and barked," Dante, you are to accompany me to the wall!"
Excited, Dante blurted out," Yes, sir!" and followed the Captain to the stone wall that surrounded Byzantur. When Dante reached the site of the battle, he froze in horror at the sheer number of undead that were even now scaling the wall. After shaking his head to regain focus, Dante loosed a storm of arrows unto the walking corpses that were fighting his comrades. Even though his arrows did not do much to harm the stinking carcasses, it took some of the attention off of the men and women on the front lines.
Soon, the first wave of enemies were eradicated by the defending forces on the wall. After bandaging himself, Duston approaches Dante and motions to the nearby siege equipment.
"Arm that ballista!" Duston ordered. Dante looked first at the ballista and then at the legionnaire.
"Duston, I am not sure I know how to operate such a machine," Dante replied since he had been a mere thief all his life, this was as close he had ever been to a siege engine of any kind.
"Well, you had best figure it out soon!" Duston said gruffly. "Here comes the next wave!"
Not caring to argue, Dante ran over to the rack of ballista bolts, and grabbed one of the over-sized projectiles. Looking the machine over, Dante then leaned the projectile against the wall, and grabbed a hold of the crank used to cock the ballista. He then loaded the bolt, and took aim. He found a sizable force of mercenaries clustered together, and let loose. The bolt seemed to cut through the armored men like a hot knife through butter, and seemed to explode as it hit the ground behind them. Dante repeated this process two more times before he caught the attention of an enemy wizard on horseback. Noticing he had caught the wizard's eye, Dante quickly loaded the crossbow, but before he could target the wizard he was hit by a ray that froze his skin to the point it blistered from the intense cold.
The spell sent him flying into the nearby wall of a guard tower, and almost rendered him unconscious. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity trying to regain control of his body. He then looked up as a corpse shambled over to him, and as it bent down and bared its teeth, Dante was sure he was finished. Until a flash of bright light almost blinded him as a red robed figure split the zombie in half with a single swing. The man then looked over to Dante and glared through his helmet, and grabbed the dazed robe by the arm. Lifting Dante up effortlessly, the man snarled, "Keep fighting or die by my hand!"
Dante returned the Red Wizards glare with a look of sheer determination and nodded his head. He then ran back to the ballista to see that a siege ladder had been place by the wall, and another zombie was shambling up it. Dante drew his sword and lopped off the walking corpse's head as he kicked the ladder off the wall. Dante then turned back to the ballista, but was stopped short by the sight of Dread Lord Maurin sending a lightning bolt right above his head. Surprised, Dante looked behind him to see that the Maurin had hit the wizard who had wounded him earlier, and had sent him flying off his horse to lie very still.
The next several waves went very much the same with Dante operating the ballista while Duston led the defensive force protecting the wall. That is, until the Protector alerted the defenders of flying creatures about to attack the castle wall, and suggesting the least experienced should take to the ground behind the wall to fight off any who land. Dante aborted his position at the ballista, and jumped off the castle wall, doing a front-flip to break the momentum, landed perfectly, and drew his longsword and shortsword in preparation of the next battle.
Soon, the winged creatures began their assault, and Dante was faced to face with one of the huge creatures. Dante put his back to a wall, and faced down the creature. It leaped at him, and Dante immediately dropped to the ground, slashing his sword high as he rolled underneath the creature and stood back up. Though wounded the monster was still hungry for his flesh, and began to pounce again, but before it could attack one of the wizard on the wall sent a storm of missiles into the monsters face, obliterating it.
Saluting the wizard, but mildly irritated that he could not kill the monster on his own, Dante sped off to find another opponent. Unfortunately, all the other creatures were already slain. The sun was starting to rise as the Protector shouted for all the veterans of Thay to assemble by the North Gate for a counter attack to end the battle. Knowing he was too inexperienced for such a charge, Dante ran back to his post of operating the ballista. When the counter attack started, Dante shot bolt after bolt into the incoming zombies in an attempt to thin the enemy lines, but the real heroes were the ones cutting them down with sword and spell on the front lines. When all seemed to be won, a horrifying sight came to the batte field: Gargantuan sized undead that seemed to dwarf even the city walls! Dante loosed a bolt into one of their faces, striking it in the eye, but it did not seem to care. Despite the monsters' size the veterans on the front lines quickly dispatched them. Dante looked on in awe at the courage and fighting prowess of those heroes.
After this the leaders of the enemy force entered the field. To Dante they looked like evil men shrouded in black and carrying scythes, but he knew that when the Red Wizards took no time at all in releasing their most powerful spells, these men were not ordinary. So, Dante worked the ballista, firing bolt after bolt at the enemies, and soon they were all dead. Slain by the heroic protectors of Byzantur! As the celebrations ensued, the normally solemn Dante Reynolt, let out a cry of victory!
To the leaders of Byzantur,
This is the account of Dante Reynolt in his part of the battle for Byzantur.
With labored breaths, Dante ran through the streets dodging back and forth through the crowd of peasants hoping he was not too late to join the rest of the adventurers assembled to fight off the invading army. As Dante finally broke through the crowds his eyes widened in astonishment at the assembled warriors that had gathered together. Dante felt insignificant next to the Priador soldiers in their full-plate, and the Red Wizards literally aglow from the magic radiating off them. Not knowing where to stand in the mix, Dante maneuvered his way next to his only acquaintance there, Duston, a soldier in the Legion.
Upon seeing Dante, Duston whispered, "Playing legionnaire, are we?"
Dante put on an incredulous look, and replied, "of course not! I just do not know where the fighters without allegiances should stand."
Duston laughed and said, "Anywhere will do, really."
Dante began to question why Duston mentioned anything, but stopped short when the Protector and Captain Durn began shouting out orders to the men. After most were given their orders, only Dante, a mage, and a legionaire woman remained. Durn walked up and told the woman to take Dante and the mage to the North gate, and to kill anything that came through. In eagerness, Dante unslung his shortbow from his shoulder, and notched an arrow as he made his way to the gate with the others.
The legionaire woman asked, "Are you using your bow?"
Dante smirked at the obvious question and replied, "At fist, yes. I planned on drawing my blades after they get closer."
The woman nodded at the rouge's reasoning. As the sounds of an approaching army began to resound throughout the city, Dante and his companions tensed in anticipation.
"Who would dare attack the city anyway?" the mage asked confidently.
Smiling grimly Dante replied, "A lot of dead fools."
Suddenly, Captain Durn road up and looked to Dante and barked," Dante, you are to accompany me to the wall!"
Excited, Dante blurted out," Yes, sir!" and followed the Captain to the stone wall that surrounded Byzantur. When Dante reached the site of the battle, he froze in horror at the sheer number of undead that were even now scaling the wall. After shaking his head to regain focus, Dante loosed a storm of arrows unto the walking corpses that were fighting his comrades. Even though his arrows did not do much to harm the stinking carcasses, it took some of the attention off of the men and women on the front lines.
Soon, the first wave of enemies were eradicated by the defending forces on the wall. After bandaging himself, Duston approaches Dante and motions to the nearby siege equipment.
"Arm that ballista!" Duston ordered. Dante looked first at the ballista and then at the legionnaire.
"Duston, I am not sure I know how to operate such a machine," Dante replied since he had been a mere thief all his life, this was as close he had ever been to a siege engine of any kind.
"Well, you had best figure it out soon!" Duston said gruffly. "Here comes the next wave!"
Not caring to argue, Dante ran over to the rack of ballista bolts, and grabbed one of the over-sized projectiles. Looking the machine over, Dante then leaned the projectile against the wall, and grabbed a hold of the crank used to cock the ballista. He then loaded the bolt, and took aim. He found a sizable force of mercenaries clustered together, and let loose. The bolt seemed to cut through the armored men like a hot knife through butter, and seemed to explode as it hit the ground behind them. Dante repeated this process two more times before he caught the attention of an enemy wizard on horseback. Noticing he had caught the wizard's eye, Dante quickly loaded the crossbow, but before he could target the wizard he was hit by a ray that froze his skin to the point it blistered from the intense cold.
The spell sent him flying into the nearby wall of a guard tower, and almost rendered him unconscious. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity trying to regain control of his body. He then looked up as a corpse shambled over to him, and as it bent down and bared its teeth, Dante was sure he was finished. Until a flash of bright light almost blinded him as a red robed figure split the zombie in half with a single swing. The man then looked over to Dante and glared through his helmet, and grabbed the dazed robe by the arm. Lifting Dante up effortlessly, the man snarled, "Keep fighting or die by my hand!"
Dante returned the Red Wizards glare with a look of sheer determination and nodded his head. He then ran back to the ballista to see that a siege ladder had been place by the wall, and another zombie was shambling up it. Dante drew his sword and lopped off the walking corpse's head as he kicked the ladder off the wall. Dante then turned back to the ballista, but was stopped short by the sight of Dread Lord Maurin sending a lightning bolt right above his head. Surprised, Dante looked behind him to see that the Maurin had hit the wizard who had wounded him earlier, and had sent him flying off his horse to lie very still.
The next several waves went very much the same with Dante operating the ballista while Duston led the defensive force protecting the wall. That is, until the Protector alerted the defenders of flying creatures about to attack the castle wall, and suggesting the least experienced should take to the ground behind the wall to fight off any who land. Dante aborted his position at the ballista, and jumped off the castle wall, doing a front-flip to break the momentum, landed perfectly, and drew his longsword and shortsword in preparation of the next battle.
Soon, the winged creatures began their assault, and Dante was faced to face with one of the huge creatures. Dante put his back to a wall, and faced down the creature. It leaped at him, and Dante immediately dropped to the ground, slashing his sword high as he rolled underneath the creature and stood back up. Though wounded the monster was still hungry for his flesh, and began to pounce again, but before it could attack one of the wizard on the wall sent a storm of missiles into the monsters face, obliterating it.
Saluting the wizard, but mildly irritated that he could not kill the monster on his own, Dante sped off to find another opponent. Unfortunately, all the other creatures were already slain. The sun was starting to rise as the Protector shouted for all the veterans of Thay to assemble by the North Gate for a counter attack to end the battle. Knowing he was too inexperienced for such a charge, Dante ran back to his post of operating the ballista. When the counter attack started, Dante shot bolt after bolt into the incoming zombies in an attempt to thin the enemy lines, but the real heroes were the ones cutting them down with sword and spell on the front lines. When all seemed to be won, a horrifying sight came to the batte field: Gargantuan sized undead that seemed to dwarf even the city walls! Dante loosed a bolt into one of their faces, striking it in the eye, but it did not seem to care. Despite the monsters' size the veterans on the front lines quickly dispatched them. Dante looked on in awe at the courage and fighting prowess of those heroes.
After this the leaders of the enemy force entered the field. To Dante they looked like evil men shrouded in black and carrying scythes, but he knew that when the Red Wizards took no time at all in releasing their most powerful spells, these men were not ordinary. So, Dante worked the ballista, firing bolt after bolt at the enemies, and soon they were all dead. Slain by the heroic protectors of Byzantur! As the celebrations ensued, the normally solemn Dante Reynolt, let out a cry of victory!