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The Siege Within | ||||
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The newly arrived mercenaries and other helpers were quickly escorted to the seventh floor of the citadel. Wounded soldiers and guards were being treated anywhere that they could find room. Blood stains covered parts of the walls and much of the floor as injured men bled out or accidentally smeared their blood while trying to move themselves. Dominic found himself with some people he recognized and others that were completely unknown to him. He was surprised to see an elf having shown up since they normally did not care to meddle in the affairs of humans. There were also some shady looking men in the room that looked like thieves or muggers. He assumed they had no clue what was going on. Dominic snapped out of the trance that he seemed to have been in and quickly grabbed an iron shortsword and a buckler. He did not put on any other armor since there was no time to spare. The gatehouse was on the first floor and he was on the sixth. The imps had some of their numbers on the first and second floors already. The gates had to be held. | ||||
Marcel heard the call, and quickly buckled a notched iron shortsword to his waist. A buckler would just slow him down, but he instead snatched the cleanest leather curiass he could see from a chest and began pulling it over his head as they dashed towards the disturbance. As he got his head clear of the next-to-useless curiass, his grin was wild. He seemed madly excited about what lay ahead. | ||||
While the Captain was talking, Jarnas quietly walked over to a chest and pulled out some of the light leather armour, which he put on. By the time the Captain was finished, Jarnas was calmly standing with an iron short-sword in each hand. | ||||
Ranraac looked around at the ragtag bunch of men that were to be his companions. It was the oddest collection of mercenaries he had ever laid eyes on and was, quite frankly, a little frightening to think that his life was going to be held in the hands of these men. His heart sank even lower as the Captain took them to the bare armoury and explained the situation. 'Funny, nobody explained that when they called for our help...' he thought as he noticed how on the most part, all the men there seemed poor. 'Where are all those Knights from Human Lore with their bravado....' he scoffed to himself as he picked up an iron short sword and some leather armour that just about fit him, if uncomfortably so. Quickly he donned the armour and hung the sword at his side as he followed the others to the gate. He suddenly realised the importance of this mission and his heart began to beat just that little bit faster. | ||||
Demons!? Mastros's beard, what have you gotten yourself into, Andronicus!? Well, I'm stuck here now. I need to adapt! Andronicus grabbed a short-sword, deciding that a limited torso of protection wouldn't do much against a swarm of imps. Instead of grabbing the buckler, he grabbed an oil-lamp from the wall. He then left the room, following Dominic. | ||||
"Fight till your last breath!" screamed a voice below Dominic as he was racing down a spiral staircase. Two men were in front of him and they were moving faster than he was. When he reached the second floor, he found that the staircase leading to the first floor was filled with demons and soldiers fighting brutally. Some men were tossing aside their weapons in such close quarters and throwing some of the demons down the stairs into the weapons of their own kind. It was a mess to watch and Dominic knew that he had no time to waste here. The two mercenaries in front of him decided to risk it and charged into the fray. Instead of staying and fighting, | ||||
Before the fight had began Offe, looked around he just saw some odd face mercenaries so for him not to look weird or rare and uncommon he grabbed the leather armor and the sword to the fight so he may be able to help, but on his way following the group of mercenaries he discovered an odd thing covered in dark green cloths, he didnt care what it could be but he grabbed it and continue running to aid his companions, by the time he had reached the group he listened a man near Dominic screaming ''Fight till your last breath!". | ||||
Andronicus set down the oil lamp and ran into the fray, ducking down and grabbing a fallen imp's dagger as he ran. He stabbed an engaged imp in the chest with a dagger before letting go of the dagger and receiving a slash to the cheek. He turned around, punched the imp that had slashed him, and received a weak stab to the leg. He yelled, and kicked the little imp as it ran away before stabbing his shortsword into the fallen creature's back. | ||||
As he was running, Jarnas saw bodies. Imp bodies, human bodies. There were lots of them. He ran through a doorway and into a pile of Imps. Jarnas slashed at both sides with a yell, cutting into two of the creatures, then with an upslash with both swords he sent a third imp staggering who he quickly decapitated. One of the wounded imps jumped at him and was slain for it's pains. The other wounded imp stabbed at Jarnas back. Quick as a snake Jarnas twisted, just in time to save his life as the sword cut into his right side. Wounded, Jarnas staggered back into a wall, bringing his left sword up to block an over-handed blow. His right hand leapt forward and the Imp felt the iron blade enter it's flesh. Jarnas left hand dropped as he cut out the creatures leg, then Jarnas spun with his blade out, sharpened iron cutting deep into the creatures side where it lodged itself. Jarnas' foot was raised up as he kicked into the corpse, freeing his blade. Jarnas turned around to find a fourth imp coming, armed with a spear. In a quick motion Jarnas threw his left-hand sword at the spear-imp as he leapt forward. The imp frantically deflected the thrown blade into the wall, just in time to find Jarnas right-hand sword lodged in it's shoulder. Jarnas then grabbed the squealing beast's spear and skewered the imp, pinning it to the floor. This done, he retrieved his two swords.The left hand blade had been chipped badly where it struck the wall. | ||||
Ranraac was slightly stunned at first by the sheer amount of fighting but quickly snapped out of it. Seeing the soldiers in front begin fighting, Ranraac prepared himself and as an Imp came at him swinging a sword wildly, he neatly dodged the blow and stabbed it in the side. 'They don't seem that strong' he thought to himself as he took out another Imp. However, out of seemingly nowhere came two more at once. Sidestepping to the right just in time, he felt a sword cut a shallow cut into his left side and swore under his breath as the leather armour did little to dampen the blow. Stabbing at the closest Imp, Ranraac then quickly spun around to block another blow. Pushing the Imp backwards, the Elf charged forward and pushed the Imp into the wall before skewering it with his sword. 'But so many of them..' As they arrived in the courtyard, Ranraac heard the Sergeant's cry and looked up. There was another who seemed to be looking up for a way to break the gate's chains. Searching for a ladder or some stairs amidst the fighting to get onto the wall, Ranraac tried to make his way towards this man and see if he had any ideas. | ||||
Marcel followed slightly behind the group, the excitement of the brawl allowing him quick strikes, where he punctured through imp flesh with inexperienced thrusts before returning to safety behind the better armored mercenaries. He laughed; he felt so alive! He'd never taken part in any major fights before. The shouting and screaming felt so real. | ||||
Dominic saw that many of the mercenaries are soldiers were too occupied fighting the increasingly large numbers of imps. Things were not looking good. Attacks were coming from all around him and he decided that the walls above him were safer. It also was a good way to get close to the chains. The main gate of the citadel was a large sheet of dwarven steel. At each of the top corners of the gate were where the strong chains attached to them. Then the chains pulled through a series of pulleys until it reached the second level of the castle. There, a strong pulley system held it firm to lift or lower the gate. Unfortunately, the imps had damaged the pullies so that it was miserably jammed. Stabs and slashes were now only coming from his front or back since the wall limited attacks from his sides. He used his buckler to help protect his back while fending off frontal assaults with his sword. Kicking or throwing the imps off of the wall seemed almost as effective as stabbing them through the chest. He also got the satisfaction of listening to them squeal as they fell and splatted. | ||||
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