Author Topic: Ogre Raid. (Read 12725 times)

Sentinel* · « **Reply #75 on:** November 16, 2004, 08:36:07 PM »

Sentinel looked around him and leaned into his horse as he waved his hand. One of his officers came riding up and he turned his head to look at the young officer.
"What have you learned?"
The man gulped and spoke in rapid succesion.
"The ogres have captured a mercenary and are planning on interrigating him."
Sentinel turned his head forward looking out into the horizon where lay the ignorant city of Calan.
"Send about 10 calvary archers, at night they are to attack the ogres and kill the mercenary, even if it means their death, tell them if they are captured they are to kill themselves."
He knew they would follow their orders. It was the Anawaith Law.

Akuma · « **Reply #76 on:** November 17, 2004, 06:42:37 AM »

OOC: first I am not riding horse back and two the last part of your post need to reflect that I am not a human, a combat encounter will ensuse when your few many arrive.

Akuma · « **Reply #77 on:** November 17, 2004, 06:55:19 AM »

Out of nowhere a dart struck Akuma in the left shoulder. It would have work against him if he were human but the tip broke on the his hard carpace. Imeadiatly He duked down and under his cloak he drew two of his swords and laid them on the ground with his guiding spell on them, then he drew his other four and waited to see how many ogres would come over the hill for him.

As he heard the foot steps aproch him he was almost disapointed, only two. As the two ogres reached the crest of the hill Akumas two scimitars with the guiding spell on them lept from the ground at them. Neither blow was fatal but each ogre had a severly wounded shoulder. Akuma then shrugged off his cloak and lunged at one of the ogres a he let his guided sword occupy the other. the ogre he lunged at took a few steps back and shouted, something about a demon and running water. Akuma couldn't understand ogre very well but was at least sure of that part of the ogres last scream before death.
Akuma then turned to the other and speaking very slowly said...
"I am not fighting as part of an army but I can be just as dangerous. let your chief know that I will kill every ogre I meet from this day on."
With that Akuma kept the guided blades on his foe for a short time as he cover most of the distance between himself and the woods. Not wanting to risk loseing his sword to the distance he called them back, then disapeared into the woods.

Beowulf · « **Reply #78 on:** November 17, 2004, 04:40:59 PM »

Dekkrokh looked at him and nodded as he jump back onto his horse and rode off with everyone else.

Maggot · « **Reply #79 on:** November 17, 2004, 09:00:06 PM »

OOC:Just discount what I wrote about your capture.The Ogre horde,however,still marches on to Calan and will soon be there.

Sentinel* · « **Reply #80 on:** November 17, 2004, 09:10:07 PM »

Sentinel yelled orders as the trip took a week to reach the city. They passed the many bridges and let the humans pass before destroying the bridges and reaching the city. Now the ogres would be slowed down. When they reached the city all the Imperial Forces were ready and started to prepare the great city wall in which stretched all around the big city. The airships were loaded and they left with artillery, all 12 of the great airships.

Akuma · « **Reply #81 on:** November 17, 2004, 10:47:21 PM »

The woods seemed erie as Akuma traveled through them. All the forest creatures ran from him, and the leave were still except for those in the way of his passing.
The vast number of ogres gathered on a single field still bothered him. What could possibly bring so many tribes together? It doesn't matter now. It was time for a full all out war and it looked as though the ogres were going to win by shear numbers. As these thoughts run through Akuma's head he tried to figure out how to stop the ogres. The only thing that he knew for sure was the open warfare would be a failure for the humans. Shadow warfare was the only answer but he would need to find others of what remained of his race to do it. And so Akuma took to the skies as soon as an opening open up in the forest canopy. When he was above the forest he headed north into the mountains where what was left of his people were left, trying to rebuild away from the othere races of the world.

Maggot · « **Reply #82 on:** November 20, 2004, 10:09:35 PM »

The Ogre horde led by Snake Tail,made good time,reaching their destination only a couple of days after Sentinel's horsemen.The fact that all the bridges crossing over the rivers and moats that protected the city of Calan, had been destroyed did not bother them in the least.Having expected the humans to do this,the Ogres had come prepared with wooden logs and twine that they used to build primitive rafts.Within moments they crossed the waters bodies that had separated their quarry from them.Now they stood at the very gates of Calan it's self.

Beowulf · « **Reply #83 on:** November 21, 2004, 12:40:59 AM »

Dekkrokh ran up on the Calan wall and watched the ogres with growing anger as they were already there. He ran into the main conference room and walkd up to Graeme and Sentinel.
"The ogres are already here and are planning on how to take down the front gate."
He said as he nodded and ran back out on top of the wall again.

Scrasamax · « **Reply #84 on:** November 21, 2004, 01:02:47 PM »

"Sniveling, gutless, worthless..." Graeme ranted while his younger brother Baird, looked on with a calm expression. "They burned the bridges, cut the roads, they didnt try to stall the ogres out on the delta where we had the advantage, we have ships, and the airships, and the god-forsaken cavalry and how many troops?"

"Quite a few." Baird said with icy calmness.

"And they are all held back because the old and feeble lords of Calan are afraid to get their hands dirty. Thay have all but given the Empire to the ogres. He snatched up the relic rod, looted from a Kasmir tomb ages ago by a daring Dejy thief. The rod had proven powerful beyond his expectations but it had limits that could not be overcome.

"Call the river." Baird said, looking like he had been sculpted out of wax for the pale color of his skin, the almost white blonde of his hair.

"They have already crossed the river, those old men have let them get a foothold on this side of the river, they already hammer at the gates, secure under their shields.

Sentinel* · « **Reply #85 on:** November 21, 2004, 06:15:56 PM »

Sentinel thought more of this then most had thought he had. He loaded the ships with all the spare men he could afforad and flew them off away from the sight of the ogres. They came around the ogres at their back and landed some miles away. Dropping off their cargo were 4,000 calvary and 2,000 infantry, the White Guard of Calan they were. They were the best of the Caladin Military and many of them veterens of combat. They started to make their way quickly to the ogres, while Sentinel would have to hold the ogres off. Sentinel ran about the wall and ordered archers as they started to pound away at the ogres with artillery and vollies upon vollies. Giant pots of hot burning water was made above the gate and poured down upon the ogres and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

Maggot · « **Reply #86 on:** November 21, 2004, 08:57:09 PM »

Snake Tail gnashed his teeth with rage,as boiling loads of water descended on the more unfortunate of his warriors.''Shields up,my men!''he bellowed.

At this command the Ogres raised their great wodden shields that had won them a great victory.This time too,the shields did not dissapoint them.Snake Tail listened with satisfaction to the curses of the humans on the battlefields above,as they watched the next wave of boiling water slide off the upraised shields of the Ogres.With this cover,the Ogres were now able to carry out the next stage of their plan.Stinging Scorpion,a small and wirry Ogre,rushed between the ranks of shield bearing warriors,until he reached the great doors of Calan.In one hand he carried a bucket of pitch.Collected from the bark of a certain tree that gew in the swamp,it was extremely viscous and would catch fire very quickly.

With an evil smile on his face,Stinging Scorpion doused the doors with the pitch.Then with a torch clenched in his other hand,he set fire to the great wooden doors.The effect was terrible to behold.As the Ogres moved back,the doors went up in burning flames and soon disentigrated.As the flames wreathing the charred remains of the door died down,the Ogre horde swept into the city.They were now in Calan it's self.

Sentinel* · « **Reply #87 on:** November 22, 2004, 06:56:47 AM »

Sentinel had prepared the defense past the wall and a line of spears came up, making a phalanx all the soldiers got into position while archers hid behind the phalanx launching vollies into the ogres while the calvary made the flanks. Sentinel himself was on the left flank yelling out orders to the men.

Akuma · « **Reply #88 on:** November 22, 2004, 08:33:20 AM »

It took almost a day and a half on non-stop flying tho get the the mountains, but it was worth it. As Akuma flew in over one of the mountain peaks he spotted a small encampment. Setting down about a mile away he slowing made his way towards the camp. Hidding in the shadows of the trees Akuma crept up on the camp to see it's inhabatants.
Suddenly there was a spear head at his throat and he was ordered to his feet. Akuma was still in his cloak, but as he rose to his feet someone from behind him pulled it off. He still could not see who it was that had caught him offguard, but when his clloak came off he several gasps. The spearhead was dropped from his neck, and three figures come out from the shadows as a dozen arms embraced him.
"Welcome home brother." they said almost in unison as they lead him into the little village.

Maggot · « **Reply #89 on:** November 23, 2004, 08:56:50 PM »

Snake Tail laughed with contempt at the volleys of arrows discharged at his men.Protected by their great woodens shields,the Ogres sneered at the stupidity of the humans who insisted on repeating the same mistakes.Well,too bad for them.The Ogres were not going to try and equalize things by acting just as dumb.

Ignoring the arrows,the Ogres turned to face the real threat;The cavalry striking their flanks.Shouting war-cries,the Ogres rushed at the horsemen with their great long spears.Snake Tail himself slowly begun making his way toward the slender,pointy eared human that seemed to be commanding the enemy force.

Sentinel* · « **Reply #90 on:** November 23, 2004, 09:15:05 PM »

Sentinel saw the leader and pulled out his bow, wood elves were known as the greatest archers and he was aboput to proove it. He notched his arrow and brought it up.
"Nothing to it."
He let it go and it flew out hitting the ogre right between the eyes. Sentinel dropped his bow and unsheathed his sword. The Anawaith Sword blazed to life as blue fire shot up its edge. He pointed it forward and charged his horse forward slashing and stabbing ogres while dodging them. He retreated back with the men and came to the second defense. All the Caladin Military retreated behind the artillery as they were covered by heavy vollies. Sentinel yelled out and the artillery was launched. Huge tons of stone and fire was launched into the ogres smashing into them as the infantry phalanx was reformed.

Scrasamax · « **Reply #91 on:** November 24, 2004, 11:11:32 PM »

Prince Graeme settled into a comfortable position, the Kasmir scepter laid across his lap. The magic of calling the river dragon was taxing, but not beyond his ability, especially not with the scepter. He let the essence pour through the powerstone set in to rod, let it flow and mingle into the ambient essence of the chamber, find its flow into the loops and whorls of precious metals that lined the floor in precise geomantic patterns.

Lines of gold and silver, mithril and orichalum, soulsteel and adamant made circles within circles, the seal of the elder sign, a powerful, and potent ward as well as focus. Graeme struggled against the flow of the magic, equally directing it into the patterns, as well as keeping his head above the flows. There was a tugging as the flows sank deeper into the pattern, looping into themselves, drawing on the confluence of ley lines and seeking the strongest line there, the Calan river. The streams of silver and gold shivvered as if being frozen. The floating streamers changed to a pale silver color and then to a deeper hue, a vivid blue-silver as the pattern reached the lay line of the great river, the mighty delta...

*****
The river shallowed, the waters began to drop quickly much to the surprise of the ogres. Their great rafts settled on the sandbars and gravel beds, making soft crunching noises as their weight was no longer supported by the water. Soon, there was nothing to the river by the mud, now being churned up by the heavy tread of ogrish feet. Some of the artillery smashed into the riverbed, creating geysers of slurry that covered some of the ogres in blinding, if harmless river sludge.

A sound began to rise upstream, a rumble that sounded more akin to a roar than the rumble of water. The waters were indeed mighty, and under the threads of magic, now towered above even the heads of the ogres, shaped into the semi-divine form of a great serpent.

Its roar was surf on the rocks, the growl of a landslide. The green-blue head opened its mouth and shouted down the ogres, a monster of Kasmir legend, and ogre nightmare. The watery dragon lashed forward, its body rolling like the tide of the ocean, smashing the ogres lines, ripping their shields from their hands, breaking arms and snapping necks as their strength and stamina were as twigs before the storm of the river.

*****
Graeme grimaced as the concentration to hold and control the water dragon was immense. The beast was powerful, but had to be controlled, it would destroy the walls and the defences of the city just as readily as it would crush the ogres. He directed the rage of the river and felt it as it moved, saw what it saw, and knew the exhileration of battle as those closest to it perished, either crushed by the sheer weight of it, or drowning in its embrace. Little did they knew he too knew the feeling of drowning as he felt the entire mass of the magical serpent.

Maggot · « **Reply #92 on:** November 25, 2004, 03:58:41 AM »

In the heart of the swamp,the Hidden One saw all that happened in the battle of Calan.He saw brave Snake Tail fall to the arrow of a cowardly assasin,just as his mentor had.He saw the Ogres fall back before the punishing barge of rocks and projectiles that the haumsn fired amillenia,they had worshipped him under many different t them,with the iad of great and terrible machines.He saw the survivors try to retreat across the river,only to be destroyed by the monster summoned by the same foul magic user that had murdered Crazy Hawk.

He mourned for every warrior that died that day,his heart going out to all those brave fighters that had fallen to the sly traps and devious tactics of the vile humans.But the victory that the humans gloated in,was but an illusion.It had taken him centuries to travel the portals that would bring one from his world to the mortal plane.Meanwhile,his beloved worshippers,the Ogres died in the hundreds fighting the humans.For millenia,they had worshipped him and his kind.Now he would be able to reward them for their faith by smiting their foul oppresors.

Unfurling wings as vast as the largest clouds,the vast blue dragon took to the sky.As massive as a mountain and covered by shining sapphire scales,each the size of a shield,he was a beautiful and regal avatar of the doom that would soon befall the humans.And the thousands of Ogre warriors that looked up at the great and terrible wrym that made the very clouds flee before it's magnificent and tremendous presence,knew that today the Ogres would win.

Sentinel* · « **Reply #93 on:** November 25, 2004, 12:40:45 PM »

Sentinel walked among the ruins of the slain and dead as he sighed stopping. Thousnads today had died, both ogre and human. There had been no victory, but no defeat either. They had lost many men and it would have to be repaid. Even at this moment the forces had gathered, Dejy, Mercenary Legions, the two Abasil Legions, the White Guard, and the Imperial Forces had gathered together to make one massive army. Sentinel had to assign new officers to replace the ones who had lost and had been asked by the Imperial King to put a National Draft into effect. That meant that while the forces of the White Guard, Mercenary Legions, Abasil Legions, Imperial Forces, and Dejy marched to meet the enemy, the citizens would be trained to fight if they did not achieve victory. And so, all the atrillery, airships, and army marched out of Calan and into the east marching a vast army in which trailed into the distance like a snake

Beowulf · « **Reply #94 on:** November 25, 2004, 07:45:14 PM »

Dekkrokh had disappeared during the battle, having fought the ogres it had been assumed that he had been killed by the Water Serpent, he had almost. He had been drove into the water downriver and had survived just barely. He came out some ten miles south of Calan, weak and battered. He got up started to make his way back north. He whistled loudly and a hawk landed softly on his shoulder, he whispered little words to the hawk and with a shrill shreak, the bird flew off west. He had told it to make the Talaharans come to battle, for he knew if the ogres won, then they sooner or later would want more and would fight for it if need be.

Maggot · « **Reply #95 on:** November 25, 2004, 09:16:39 PM »

The combined Hordes of the Ogres swept through the humans lands on their way to Calan,leaving a wide trail of devastation in their wake.Fury and the desire to avenge the death of Snake Tail,drove them on like machines.Each warrior looked forward to the day he would rip out the hearts of the sly and craven humans that had not fought with valour and skill,but who had employed vile devices and spells to slay many a brave young Ogre warriror,Snake Tail among them.

When the Ogres and the great wrym that led them finally encountered their human enemies,they would be very few of those vile things left at the end of it to bring back word of the wrath and determination of the Ogre people.

Beowulf · « **Reply #96 on:** November 26, 2004, 01:36:42 PM »

The hawk reached its destination within two days. The people were alerted by the secret message the hawk desplayed and all the spared man was about total 3,000, that they could remove from the eastern and northern borders. They were all loaded on ships and started sailing towards the Camalinin Continent

Scrasamax · « **Reply #97 on:** November 27, 2004, 01:40:58 PM »

Calling the water serpent had bought the capital time, destroying the advance horde of the ogre Snake Tail. Graeme sat back in the high backed chair, looking into the fire. News was coming in from the threshold, where it was always the same. The ogres had come again, even more than the previous horde, and they were lead by nothing less than a blue dragon. d**ned wyrms were irritatingly bothersome, not keeping to their own affairs and always seeking to undermine the works of humans.

The blue dragon would not be defeated by the water serpent, provided he could call it again, which he was not sure off. There was still weariness in his bones as he sat, resting. Baird sat across from him, a different sort of weariness in his eyes. He had not taken the elixer to control his prescience, and the constant barrage of foresight was taking a toll on the young man.

"I think you should take the elixer tonight, and get some rest." Graeme said.

"What if we miss something because I am clouded by it?" Baird asked.

"It has been days since your last dose and nothing has come of your visions other than chaos. That seems to be a likely outcome." Graeme said, sighing. "The emperor is on his deathbed, the legions have been defeated several times already. There is an Anawaithian ranger in command in the field, and even the Dejy are coming in massive numbers, but to what purpose? They too will be defeated by the dragon, and its ogre minions.

"A trip, to Kasmir, where the scepter came from." Baird said. "The ogres were driven back, almost into extinction by the Kasmir, and they have a fear of sorcery..."

"That is an idea." Graeme said, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on his chin. He stood up and summoned one of the many palace heralds. He instructed the youth to order the Vingilot prepared to fly, and the destination was secret. The herald nodded silently and vanished on swift feet.

"We will take the flying ship to the ruins, there are still things left unexplored there, things that I have put off in contention for the Imperial Throne. Perhaps now is our darkest hour, when we need what secrets lay within the most.

*****
The Vingilot was a small ship, not more than seventy tons in weight, and possessing only a pair of masts for travel. Graeme, Baird, and a dozen of the most carefully trusted retainers boarded the fair ship. The was a lurching sensation as the small craft drifted out across the broad morasse of the Calan delta, and oriented itself south by south east, and unfurled her sails. The ship flew swiftly on the streams of the sky, low to avoid the eagle-eyes of the blue dragon, who had already set upon one of the airships that dared to fly to high. Three days passed as the ship skimmed across the waves of the ocean, mere feet from the sruface of the water.

The coast rose to meet them, the land of the Dejy, and beyond, the jungle infested ruins of Kasmir. The scepter was warm in Graeme's lap as they drew closer to the font of its power...

Sentinel* · « **Reply #98 on:** November 27, 2004, 02:30:43 PM »

Sentinel had pulled together all the available forces of Caladin that he ould. The airforce would barrage the dragon with ballistas, distracting it so that the land forces could fight the ogres. The Dejy filed phalanxes, for they were some of the greatest spearsmen in the world and the phalanx was one of their specialty. The calvary would form behind the phalanx with long swords as the mercenary legions formed the flanks, with their calvary as the archers hid behind the calvary. The dejy would take postions right infront of the archers to defend them. Behind the archers would be the very artillery

Beowulf · « **Reply #99 on:** November 27, 2004, 06:21:50 PM »

Out of the shadows a ship in which resembled a dragon came forth it was a magetic ship that seemed to float in the skies instead of fly. The Talaharans had gotten the message and werealready half way there. The ship was also a beautiful ship that could take a breath away at first sight, indeed Beowulf the old leader of Talahar was also the last dragon slayer had helped build this ship with the scails of a thousand dragons. It is far stronger than any other airships of its kind from Talahar and far bigger in size also. The ship is also enhanced with magic from the elves on many differen realms and when it was brought back to Talahar the Talaharan men and women helped to increase this magic.

The ship carried at least 3,000 men not counting the crew and it settled itself in the Caladin shipping bay as the doors opened slowly the men marched out in rows for the size of the doors was meant to capture dragons by the twelve. The men marched in colomns to meet the Caladin men waiting for reinforcments. The captain of the airship made all checks to see if anyone was left in board and then closed the doors and soon disappeared into the night sky.

****
The captain of Talahars blade masters walked up to Sentinel and then replied.
"Are you the one who called out for help from Talahar?"