Clash of the Wilds|Clan Seere, Beastlands
May 8, 2011 22:51:27 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on May 8, 2011 22:51:27 GMT -5
The Beasts made their ways through their untamed home with speed and stealth, or at least as much as a group their size could manage. Though the Beasts were organized into sub-groups with officers at the head of each, they all moved as one with Thavan taking the lead. They encountered virtually no resistance along the way to their goal. At one point they did stumble on a pair faeries, and the ensuing fight was so short and so brutally violent that it couldn't even qualify as one.
The Beasts here were fresh and aching for a fight. The campaign had been slow and cautious and not nearly enough enemy blood had been let to satisfy the collective bloodlust of the Beasts.
That will change tonight, Thavan vowed and moved faster. When the Beasts at the forefront with him who were acting as navigators indicated that they were nearly upon their destination, he slowed the troops and gestured for people to take their formations. The Beasts began to fan out into the positions that their officers had indicated to them. There was no way that Thavan was going to plunge the complete bulk of his forces into a possible trap.
Satisfied with his battlefield layout, he made one more gesture before bursting forward with a war cry of, "For the Beastlands!!"
Hundreds of voices roared behind him as the Beastland forces plunged forward.
Those feylings who had been slated to remain behind stared with horror at the foe they faced, but they stood their ground, beginning to launch elemental attacks and strike out with their weapons.
What?! Thavan halted, though many of the other Beasts surged past him to join the fray. What is this? No! This can't be it, can it? These are human. They almost look like children.
He darted forward, hoping to grab one of the doomed feylings to pull back for questioning and was met with a swipe of a sword that nearly took his whole hand off. His eyes narrowed. Well they're certainly not defenseless. He darted back a few steps. The feyling who had attacked him grinned ferally and advanced, hoping to have found easy prey. This was not the case, but Thavan didn't want to kill this feyling and so kept on the defensive, dodging the sword thrusts and swipes that the feyling launched on him.
The Beasts here were fresh and aching for a fight. The campaign had been slow and cautious and not nearly enough enemy blood had been let to satisfy the collective bloodlust of the Beasts.
That will change tonight, Thavan vowed and moved faster. When the Beasts at the forefront with him who were acting as navigators indicated that they were nearly upon their destination, he slowed the troops and gestured for people to take their formations. The Beasts began to fan out into the positions that their officers had indicated to them. There was no way that Thavan was going to plunge the complete bulk of his forces into a possible trap.
Satisfied with his battlefield layout, he made one more gesture before bursting forward with a war cry of, "For the Beastlands!!"
Hundreds of voices roared behind him as the Beastland forces plunged forward.
Those feylings who had been slated to remain behind stared with horror at the foe they faced, but they stood their ground, beginning to launch elemental attacks and strike out with their weapons.
What?! Thavan halted, though many of the other Beasts surged past him to join the fray. What is this? No! This can't be it, can it? These are human. They almost look like children.
He darted forward, hoping to grab one of the doomed feylings to pull back for questioning and was met with a swipe of a sword that nearly took his whole hand off. His eyes narrowed. Well they're certainly not defenseless. He darted back a few steps. The feyling who had attacked him grinned ferally and advanced, hoping to have found easy prey. This was not the case, but Thavan didn't want to kill this feyling and so kept on the defensive, dodging the sword thrusts and swipes that the feyling launched on him.