Battle of The Hotlands Claypan: Eastern Front

(Shesha, Uiyaejn, Yuli)

A blistering desert that stretches for hundreds of miles around Nashaki, with very little relief from the baking heat.

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Battle of The Hotlands Claypan: Eastern Front

Mon Jun 20, 2016 7:57 pm

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OOC: The legend is as follows. 1: 100 Imperial Cavaliers 2: 50 Imperial Legionnaires 3: 20 Imperial Scouts 4: 50 Nashaki Infantry 5: 20 Nashaki Tower Agents 6: 100 Nashaki Cavalry

The Scouts have favored Velduris, Karem's Blessing, but this particular group has not reached beyond the basic three abilities.


The Turn Order is as follows: Shesha, Yuli'anyh, Uiyaejn. Remember, once its your turn, you have 72 hours to make a post or you will be skipped for that turn rotation. If you do not feel you have a post to make, send me a PM and let me know. If the battle has not come to a conclusion within 20 posts we'll continue in a separate thread in order to keep thread length manageable.

Shesha, you have novice Leadership, but no command position. Commanders won't listen to you, but other legionnaires will if your suggestions make sense. If a quinctus falls and you give a command, other soldiers will fall under your lead. Shesha stands in the third rank of the legions.

Uiyaejn, you have neither leadership nor command position. Soldiers will not listen to you in a panic and you'll have trouble convincing them to follow you. Uiyaejn stands behind the ranks of the legions.

Yuli, your PC has no leadership, so your in the same boat as Yae. However, your NPC, who you will still control in this battle of course, has novice leadership and thus is in the same position as Shesha.

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15th of Ymiden, 716

The day dawned hot and tense, the forces of The Eternal Empire marching into position in the north and the forces of Nashaki to the south. Defensive positions had been arrayed by Imperial Scouts and Nashaki Tower Agents for both forces to use. It was time for the battle to begin.

On the Eastern front of the Claypan, the fully half the present Legionnaires and all of the present Cavalry, along with the minority of the scouts, were facing just under half of the Nashaki Infantry and and half their agents, as well as their entire cavalry. Both armies had been fed and watered and an almost palpable tension hung over the air as they waited for their orders. Finally it happened, both sides heard the call, "Forward, March!" and the battle began, the legions and the infantry, as well as both cavalry groups both marching to meet their foes.

The cavalry of both groups charged forward, but the Nashaki horses were far better suited to the terrain than the heavy chargers of the legions and the Imperial cavalry was soon taking losses from the Nashaki cavalry. The ground forces were fairing better, both forces equal in number but the advantage of the scouts wolves was apparent as the Nashaki ground forces gave ground. However, it was clear that the Imperial Cavalry was in deep trouble and may soon be forced to retreat as the sound of swords and spears on shields, the cries of men dying on blade, point, and fang, and the savage growls of the wolves all mingled into the terrible din of war.
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Wed Jun 22, 2016 5:20 pm

The cavalry charge was nothing short of disaster, or so it seemed. It was true the Nashaki forces had horses that were better suited to the terrain, rather than capitalize on these advantages though, equipping themselves with what would have been an unrivaled light cavalry emphasizing the animals endurance, speed and ability to maneuver quickly, they outfitted their cavalry soldiers in heavy plate. This meant that the smaller, lighter horses, while better on the terrain, were swiftly exhausted. The Imperial forces on the other hand, wore lighter armour, so while their horses were less suited, they were also far less burdened. These facts combined put them on very nearly equal footing after that initial charge.

Besides, conquest was what the Legion did, and they'd been camping out in the Border Fort for Arcs, this was no spur of the moment jaunt into the desert. They knew their horses were not as sure, they simply did not have the means to rectify this yet. So they turned it to their advantage.

The two cavalry units had met slightly closer to Imperial lines than Nashaki, given the Nashaki horses better footing. They clashed briefly, lances taking their toll on both sides, though more Imperials fell. As though routed, the Cavaliers turned back towards their own lines, presenting a near irresistible target to the Cavalry who surely smelled complete victory. If the Cavalry could rout the Cavaliers entirely, victory would surely go to Nashaki. This seeming retreat would likely cost them several more soldiers, but a surprise was waiting any who did chase, and this surprise came equipped with tooth and claw and the ability tell who could be easily intimidated.

Streaking forward around the legs of the Imperial horses would come fifteen of the wolf familiars of the Imperial Scouts. The mounts of the Legion had been desensitized to the beasts, those of Nashaki had not. Although likely well trained to ignore most of the horrors of battle, many of the beast would not tolerate these large predators. Those true-hearted horses who did continue would find their exposed legs and underbellies viciously attacked. With this addition, the Imperial Cavalry would turn to make its stand. Outnumbered though they were, they now had the wolves sowing terror, as well as fifteen of the scouts taking carefully aimed shots.

The five Scouts who had not engaged with the Cavalry dispersed themselves to stand near the Commander and several of the Quinticus', ready to whisper into ears when they spotted those who would break in the opposing line.

This meant as it stood, that the Infantry of the Legion was now slightly outnumbered by their opposition, but with the Legionnaires heavy plate and tower shields they were more than confident in their ability to outstand the less heavily armoured Soldiers and Agents. At a call from the commanding officer, the ranks of the Legion began to advance across the field, shields up, trusting the bulk of the scouts and remaining Cavaliers to keep the Cavalry from flanking them.

Shesha was on one level impatient for true battle to be joined, and on the other utterly focused. She wished she was on the front lines, but was determined that she would not be the one to break formation. It was in their discipline that the Legions strength truly lay. As long as their formation held, they would win the day. This was why their trainers had drilled them in marching over and over again. Stay in formation. No matter what happened, you stayed in formation. Only if those in front of you fell did you move up to hold the line.
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Wed Jun 22, 2016 11:12 pm

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Fidgeting with her longbow anxiously, Yuli’anyh took deep steadying breaths as her viridescent gaze soaked in the vast ranks of the Imperial army. Struggling to swallow, her mouth dry, the young twin’s heart pounded in her chest. Terror pushed at the corners of her mind, whispering for her legs to run and take her far away - but she refused to yield to her fear.

Stationed near the middle of an archer V formation to the left flank of the Nashaki Infantry, the young twin sought comfort in the faces around her, only to find none. Most of them strangers, each man’s focus sunk deep into his own mind seeking his own courage. Thrust up to the front line, the longbow men were to present the Legionnaires with the first sting of battle.

A million and one thoughts spirited through Yuli’anyh’s mind as she braced herself for war, true war. A quick scan of the hundreds of infantry soldier faces to her right, she strained to see the face of her twin, clad in battle armour, also readying himself to fight. She was glad that at least they were near on the battlefield.

She had only joined the Nashaki ranks in an attempt to keep her brother safe. As kids, on the rocking hull of a transport ship, they had vowed to protect one another, to never leave each other’s sides and today it appeared it was a vow she was ready to die for to keep.

Steeling herself, Yuli’anyh locked away the child she was and brought forth the woman she must be. Shooing away all doubts, worries, she simply focused her mind on what was happening right here in front of her.

Her emerald gaze squinted to the Eternal Empire’s forces stationed before the Nashaki army. She began picking out potential targets, the enemies she intended to kill, refusing to see the individual people behind the battle helms. That’s when she heard it, the clear ring of the charge command.

As one with the archer V, Yuli’anyh began the terrifying march into battle, her commander shouting above the rumbling thunder of hooves as the Cavalry charged ahead, to stay in formation no matter what. Yuli’anyh almost scoffed. She was pretty sure that when the mayhem ensued, she was going to do whatever it took to keep herself and her twin alive.

Charging forward, she could feel the burden of her leather armour, her quiver of arrows dangling by her waist and of the longsword strapped to her back agitate her agility. It was all new to her and she hadn’t had much time to become acquainted with the feel of such weight.

As the enemy forces neared, Yuli’anyh listened out for the singular voice of her squadron commander. The roar of battle cries, snarling wolves and neighing horses was deafening. Upon order, Yuli’anyh’s squadron planted its roots!

As the waves of Infantry and Cavalry alike collided, the screams of agony and torture filled the air. Yuli’anyh drew from the quiver of arrows that now hung by her thigh and strung tension into her longbow, the rest of the archers in her formation following suit.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yuli’anyh saw the faint flicker of the waving arm of her commander as he screamed something. Over the noise of clashing steel, she couldn’t hear what but upon assumption, she instantly let loose her shaft, sending it spiralling into the air.

All around her, the thwung of bow strings releasing their tensions reverberated through the intense atmosphere. Suddenly a whistling cloud of black arrows descended over 200 yards away into the tightly-knitted ranks of the Eternal Empire.

Spanning across the Nashaki front line, from the centre and right flanks, similar hails of projectile shafts cascaded through the air. Her heart hammering, adrenaline racing through her veins, Yuli’anyh didn’t dare look for long into the clashing throng.

The maelstrom of utter horror as both sides of infantry soldiers and cavalry knights slashed into one another, was disorientating and sickening. Everything was happening so fast! Yuli'anyh swiftly nocked her bow once more, pulling the string taught to her jaw she waited almost frantically for the order to unleash another volley of whistling death into the warring mix of Imperial and Nashaki ranks.
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Clad in heavy chain armour and weilding a standard, military grade short sword, Beorn glanced to the palm of his gloved right hand. Looking through the thick battle wear, peering at the lengthy scar he knew crossed his palm, he sighed deeply. Of his own accord he had signed up to fight, never had he envisioned his twin following him.

The elder of the twins by 4 Breaks, he was the one who should be looking after Yuli, not the other way around. Flicking his gaze to his left, among the archers he spotted his twin's luminescent white hair. Burdened with the guilt of dragging his sister to war, Beorn knew he could never forgive himself if anything happened to her. He silently vowed that he would watch over her, as he did a child all those Arcs ago and as man emerging this Trial.

Fear prickling deep within, Beorn summoned his courage. At the command to march into battle, Beorn released a deep, rumbling bear growl and charged! Roaring, he sprinted with sword raised, keeping the snowy glint of his sister's hair in the corner of his eye. He knew once the clash started, the bedlam would try to separate the twins, but he wouldn't allow it.

The Nashaki Infantry stampeding towards the Imperial Legions, Beorn was first set upon surprisingly not by man, but by wolf! Fangs snapping wildly for his legs, throat, arms, he frenziedly swung at the canine in low sweeping arcs. With wolves at their command, what else did the Imperial's have up their sleeves?!
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Fri Jun 24, 2016 7:54 pm

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War wrought havoc over sand in a tidal wave of metal and conviction. Hundreds of men and women sought to dig their iron sticks beneath another’s skin to draw blood, painting the desert’s once pure white granules into crimson. Uiyaejn watched in fear for her dear friend Shesha as the horde of troops closed in upon their enemies “Live,” she whispered in quiet prayer in the hope of seeing the Raskithecal again.

In front of hers lines of legionaries shot out from behind the safety of large metal shields and with every release of their arrow, death threatened to deliver another soul into the other world. Behind the line she watched the innocent souls of horses run to their death and assisted the troops in returning their injured comrades to the safety of the healers.

Some would make it through the day while others had only breaks to live “I deliver you now,” the young healer whispered to a young soldier who had passed away just moment ago and pressed a kiss against the man’s forehead.

Others await you child,’ the soft whisper of her familiar run through her thoughts.

“I feel sorrow,” she muttered, looking out upon the dead. The battle had only just begun, already lives had become lost and it made Uiyaejn realise how quickly one could lose their life to the malice of another.

Remember’ Ileyn’s comforting voice uttered again.

She breathed, calming herself amongst the hurried rush of battle and ran over to help another. A woman wounded at the hip “Shhhh,” Uiyaejn whispered swiftly dousing the flesh with water mixed with moukou powder to relieve the soldier of pain and help her relax. Time was of the essence, hastily removing a suture needle the healer tried the best thing she knew and stitched up the skin and missed her mark on one of the sutures, ripping more of the skin. The female Raskithecal cursed at her as it cried out in pain, her amber eyes glaring at Uiyaejn “Get it right healer.” Embarrassed by her inadequacy the healer nodded and amended the mistake, careful to take a fraction more time in her attention to where she was stitching. Sealing the wound, it took her a few bits until she was finally finished and unfurled a series of bandages from her pack as she kept her fingertips pressed against the wound over a cleansed dressing, binding it using a scultetus.

“Twenty one!” Ivera’s voice called from behind her “Get over here, I need you! NOW!!”

“You will be okay now. I am sorry that I hurt you more,” she apologised, quickly bowing her head before running to her mentor’s side.

“What can I-“her eyes settled on the patient that lay in front of Ivera, he was another Raskithecal only his wounds were far more severe. Ripped open across the chest the man’s intestines were on show and Mi’lyn had been trying to patch him up “Mi’lyn has done well so far. Help us, we can save him but the other healers apparently called him a dead man. Grab my sutures and hold him exactly where I tell you, we need to stop the bleeding immediately, we don’t have long so let’s show these soldiers what happens when you have miracle workers.”

Inspired by the leader Uiyaejn nodded. She followed Ivera’s instructions and dipped her hands into the man’s flesh, holding it together as the other more experienced healers stitched him together. Blood would be on everybodys hands today.
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Fri Jun 24, 2016 10:05 pm

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For all that the cavalry forces of Nashaki were on better mounts, they weren't as well trained as the Imperial cavalry nor were their mounts adjusted to the presence of the wolves and the Nashaki cavalry was being pushed back steadily as fear of the horses and superior training of the Imperials drove the Nashaki cavalry back so that it was abreast of the Nashaki infantry, costing them the ground they had gained with their initial charge.

The handful of wolves not tearing at the horses were wreaking havoc on the Nashaki infantry as well. Non-Imperial forces generally underestimated the scouts and their wolves, due to the generally overpowering presence of the Raskithecal, which made up only a small part of the scouts. That said, the Nashaki Tower Agents had begun to take their toll, the poisoned knives of the agents meant they didn't have to score a kill to take an opponent out of the fight. With that, the Nashaki infantry was holding still, but they were sore pressed.
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Fri Jun 24, 2016 11:35 pm

The deadly whisper of arrows filled the air, but they did limited damage. The front ranks of the Legion kept their shield ready, the two ranks behind held theirs up, over their heads. It was tiring on the arms, but better that then getting an arrow through the head. Some fell of course, with the number of arrows some always found a chink, or punched through badly made equipment. This was the exception rather than the rule however, and the Legionnaires continued their inexorable march forward.

It was telling to watch the two opposing lines advance. The Legion moved at a slow, steady pace. A controlled walk. Lines largely even, shield up, weapons ready. They advanced. Their opposition charged. In their defence, they stayed at least relatively in formation, but it was clear they'd not gone through the same kind of grinding training the Legion had. Shesha scoffed internally. They held onto themselves as individuals, and that was why they would lose. Each member of the Legion was capable on its own, but they knew, absolutely knew, had had it screamed into them from the moment they enlisted or were pressed into service, that they were part of a whole. She might want to charge ahead, to launch herself at the nearest enemy, to strike down those who stood against the Empire, but she would not. She would hold the line.

When the first crunch of the lines meeting came, Shesha set her tail, bracing herself. She, like all the third and second line, would help keep those ahead from being literally pushed back. The second line also got the opportunity to take a few carefully aimed jabs through the first rank at those who were attacking.

Again, gear was telling. And the Legion had an absolutely unprecedented advantage. If the Nashaki forces survived this, it would not be surprising if they changed their tactics or their equipment. Look at the blades. The Legion was equipped with the humble gladius. It was perfect for thrusting out from behind their shield, for finding and penetrating weaknesses in armour, at joints and joinings and the few bits left unarmoured. The Nashaki infantry were for the most part equipped with scimitars. They could be used for thrusting, but they were better at slicing, and that didn't work so well against opponents in heavy plate with very big shields. Better if the Infantry and Cavalry had exchanged gear sets, but it was too late for that now. A few enterprising soldier actually began using their javelins like spears, but the lighter weapons, designed for throwing while effective, soon broke.

Still, there were casualties. One in the front lines fell to poison. The Legionnaire in the second line moved forward, before being felled by a javelin the the throat when he let lowered his shield while moving. The Nashaki were pushing, and there was the chance that this splinter could become a crack that would fell the Legions formation. The gap was not far from Shesha, though not directly in front of her. The human in the third rank was slow to move forward, having just seen two fall and being relatively green.

Rattle shaking, Shesha pulled abck and then struck. A maneuver rarely seen and executed even more rarely in combat when wearing full plate. She could feel several of her muscles screaming and knew she'd be sore after this battle, if she lived through it Still, it was worth it, seeing the widening eyes of the Nashaki agent, the way he tried to get his knife up in time. It shouldn't be held against him that he failed though. Raskithecal were usually seen slithering sedately or purposefully around the ground. Many people weren't even aware they could send themselves through the air with their powerful tails just like their smaller cousins could.

"RASKALARN!"

She cried out, mace coming smashing down as she did, turning the agents arm into so much pulp and bone splinter through his leather armour, the down swing was brought back up, momentum continuing to impact the side of his head, taking him out of the fight.

A fierce grin was plastered on her face, as she struck out again and again with her mace. It wasn't until a scimitar ricocheted off her side, denting armour and surely leaving a growing bruise beneath, that she realized she'd pushed too far. She'd not fully cleared her own front lines yet, but she was a good pace further forward than the rest of the line. She pulled back, annoyed more with herself than anything else. A rookie mistake. She might have been a rookie, but she expected better of herself. Stay in formation.

"PUSH!"

She cried. Hers was not the only voice echoing this sentiment, nor was she actually in a command position, but between the display she'd just put on as well as the air of command all Raskithecal seemed to carry with them, it seemed to give extra strength to tired arms all the same. Shoulders were put behind shields, and the Legion shoved, gladii snaking out to stab whenever an opportunity was presented.
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Mon Jun 27, 2016 3:31 pm

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“Raskalarn!” The battle cry of a Raskithecal, her full plate armour shimmering in Faldrun’s light caught Yuli’anyh’s attention from across the battlefield. The bloodcurdling screams of horses and men alike as they were mauled by the Imperial’s wolf contingent and the plated warriors of the Immortal was paralysing. Everywhere she looked, the crimson life forces of both sides splattered the Hotland desert like an artist’s canvas.

Steel mace swooping through the air, Yuli’anyh felt bile rise into her throat as the deadly weapon split open a Nashaki soldier’s skull – his brains exploding across the theatre of war. Eyes wide in terror, Yuli’anyh’s fear was screaming at her limbs to flee, to save herself and to skedaddle somewhere far away.

Digging deep within herself however, she discovered a courage that refused to yield to her fear. It planted her feet in place, it fuelled her arms into action as she drew forth an arrow and pulled tension into her bow. A sort of petrified anger overwhelmed her urge to flee, glazing over her eyes as the will to survive took charge of her limbs.

The young twin broke rank. Veering her aim away from the directions of the rest of her archer comrades, Yuli’anyh ever the opportunist. The tip of her arrow targeting the Raskithecal who had stumbled ahead of the Imperial line. Though, with adrenaline shaking her hands and the mayhem of the battlefield off-putting her attentions, Yuli’anyh’s shaft was loosed from the bow too late.

The arrow whistled safely past the face of the plated Raskithecal as she fell back into the Imperial line, the shaft disappearing into the midst of the raging battle of limbs and blood. The young twin cursed herself furiously as she was pressed backwards, along with the rest of the archer V and Nashaki line.

The gruesome carnage of war rattled the young twin right down to her very core. As the Nashaki cavalry was forced back, all the ground they had gained lost, the Imperials pressed onward, unrelenting, unforgiving.

Nashaki javelins and lances furiously held the enemy at bay, firm footings planted strong as the Calvary was forced across the Nashki infantry line. The infantry soldiers slipped into the gaps between the javelin men, solidifying the Nashaki defence.

Spine-chilling gargles and paralysing shrieks filled the Hotlands Claypan. As Yuli’anyh’s squadron of longbow men continued to fruitlessly fire volleys upon volleys of black arrows into the Imperial ranks, panic began to swell in the archer’s breasts. Working in unison, firing as one, their rounds shot off slowly.

Out of the corner of her eye Yuli’anyh caught the glimpse of her twin brother’s snowy hair, starkly sticking out against the flashes of sinewy red that gathered his long locks in sticky strings. His face was painted with the blood of the enemy, his armour scratched and dented with teeth marks.
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The warrior made his way over to the archer commander and screamed in the man’s ear pointing off at a section of the Imperial line, “Concentrate your fire! Get us a hole and we’ll punch through!”

The squadron commander was shaking his head furiously, yelling for Beorn to return to his position, “We must follow our orders!”

Beorn suddenly turned to defend the archer formation from an Imperial wolf bolting under the lances of the Nashaki calvary. Yuli’anyh hastily twisted at the waist, hauling her longbow with her and swiftly released her nocked arrow into the creature’s side. Beorn rapidly dispatched the animal with a ferocious downward hack of his blade, nodding his thanks to his twin. He turned a dangerous glare upon the squadron commander, “We need to break their line! They’re hounding us!”

The Commander furiously shoved Beorn back a few strides, pushing him and roaring for him to return to the front line, which was only a couple of feet away. As the warrior twin turned his back on the archer formation, complying with the commander’s orders, both the twins heard the shriek of a Raskithecal, encouraging her fellow Imperial’s to “Push!” Forward.
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Suddenly the Nashaki line bowed under the strain. A gladii flicked out from nowhere as a Legionnaire encroached on the archer formation. The blade ripped open the Squadron Commander’s face in a sickening upper cut. The momentum from the slash forced the man’s body around in a whirl, his horrified face gargling and sputtering as his mind raced to catch up to what had happened to his body.

Yuli’anyh watched helplessly in horror as the Commander fell to his knees before her, his crimson blood splashing across her own face as he choked on his own life force. The man’s liquid was warm, sticky, wet, against her milky skin. The young twin’s heart hammered painfully in her breast. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, as her enlarged, fearful gaze sought help, comfort and support from her twin brother.

The Squadron commander collapsed in a soulless heap before the archer formation. 'Their leader was dead. Their leader was dead. Their leader was dead!' That realisation circled around in Yuli’anyh’s mind as she struggled to come to terms with what just happened.
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Beorn, a natural born fighter, turned to face the threat, sword raised. A bear-like growl resonating from deep within his throat, he pointed to the huddled group of encroaching Imperial troops before them, “Concentrate your fire!! Punch a hole! Get us an opening! Fire!”

As the outright chaotic intensity of the battling clash drew ever nearer, the V-formation of archers grasped at whatever straws of courage and foundation was presented to them. As panic threatened to consume the ranks of longbow men they adhered to Beorn’s command. With no other plan, with no other source of leadership, they all drew the strings to their bows taut.

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Aiming as one, they targeted the nearest pressing section of the Imperial’s line. A deafening 'thwung' impacted Yuli’anyh’s ears as she released her share of arrows. Working in unison, the group of archers fired one shot after another, hounding into the armoured lines of the enemy, unremitting and without merciful pause.

The bodies of their enemies, slowly, but surely began stacking up. Gaps in their front ranks began to suddenly crop up. Although the Imperials simply swarmed in to replace their fallen brethren, their footings would begin to slip and stumble over the viscera and dead limbs of their comrades. Thus the opportunity was presented for the Nashaki Infantry to take advantage and pierce through the Imperial line.
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Thu Jun 30, 2016 12:15 am

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Breathe...
Tormented soldiers and cries of pain boomed from dying lips. Cut open Uiyaejn's bloodied hands pulled against flesh as she watched over the patient, his life int he delicate balance of her superiors. "Good work twenty-one," the hazed words sung into her ears as metal clung from around her. Panic began to stir in the healers, their faces shifting to the front lines where the gaps had been made.

"WE ARE OF RASKALARN!! REFORM!!!" the bellowing orders of the generals roared across the battlefield and the troops regained their strong battle born stances. If it was military tactics it was well known among the ranks of the men that they were some of the best. "CONQUER AND PROTECT!!" the unison of soldiers roared back in unison. The morale of the battle was high and the healer were steadily doing their jobs.

"DRAW!" a moment of pause came, "FIRE!!!" A volley of poisoned arrows went flying toward the enemy. Known for their immunity against snake venom, it was of little consequence to the race that they would use their natural advantage over the enemy and it worked.

The weight of war waned on the little healer as she watched how much death transpired around her and for everyone she prayed. Enemy, Friend the words meant nothing to her. A life was a life, no less important than the rest. Everything knew pain and for that they were legion.

Snapped back into reality, Ivera called her to remove her hands from the flesh. The intestines had been packed back inside of the body and the stitching was almost done. Standing back Uiyaejn looked to her superiors expectantly, waiting to be dismissed. "Oiyen, you are to stay close to us. There are a few here who could use assistance and Mi'lyn favours you. Feed this one some healing cordial quickly and find us."

In these brutal moments of endless death the gift of a smile showed Uiyaejn that happiness could be found in the darkest of places. She remembered how Shesha had held her in the dark, the cool warmth of Raskithecal's embrace had been comforting to her in a time she thought that her journey in this world had ended. Shesha had kept them alive that day, if anybody would live through this Uiyaejn had to believe it was her. Breaking through the cracks of her frown the Sev'ryn was set free from her fear as her heart soared across the battlefield with joy.

Ivera and Mi'lyn left Uiyaejn to feed the man his medicine while they attended to more important matters, quickly taking the drink to his lips she carefully lifted his head to pour it down his throat. Great care was too be taken with this patient, he was unlikely to return to the battlefield anytime soon. "Be safe and do not fear. Fate has been kind to you," she whispered slipping a small Moukou bean inside of his mouth and helping him chew. Non-stop in their conquest the healers had a full time job on their hands, going back and forth between patients, taking care of new ones.

"DRAW!" the sounds of clashing metal rung in the background, "HALT!" the battle felt like it would rage for days, "FIRE!"

One day the world burn, everything would end in blood and fire.
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Battle of The Hotlands Claypan: Eastern Front

Mon Jul 04, 2016 5:13 am

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The battle was not favoring the Nashaki forces. The efforts of their cavalry had been insufficient and the lighter cavalry had been routed. However, instead of immediately smashing into Nashaki flank, the Imperial cavalry sent the majority of it's number towards the Western front of the battle, apparently in answer to the flow of battle on that front. However, the remnant, a mere quarter of the remaining cavaliers, remained and they began riding towards the Nashaki archers. The Scouts that had been firing into the Nashaki cavalry turned their attention to the Nashaki infantry while their wolves hunted the Nashaki archers with the horses. The desert infantry was doing better, a few holes had been punched in the Imperial lines and several of the Quincti and Decadrions had fallen.
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Eddrick cursed. Not only was the overall indication not favorable to the Nashaki forces, but the very edge he'd hoped to exploit was now riding straight towards him. Apparently, whoever was in command of the Imperial cavalry had judged their task on the eastern side of the Claypan to be complete. They now came around the southern side of the water, exactly the same as Eddrick's own mounted forces did in the other direction.

His Rhakrii forces had only three of their six pokos, having split their forces between those led by Talon, who'd remained on the western side of the battle, and those led by Eddrick. The approaching enemies raised a war cry, underscored by the sliding steel ring of newly drawn swords. Eddrick set aside his irrelevant worry over how this was, in effect, his first real command against an equal foe. Now was not the time to fear embarassment over being shown up. It did not matter if he was shown to be incompetent. All that mattered was that his men not die because of it!

He saw the approaching enemy, and his thoughts immediately focused on what set them apart from his own. Where were the differences? What were his advantages? His weaknesses? The numbers looked to be the same, but the Imperial forces had no pokos. He had not heard of them ever using them in their mobile ranks. It stood to reason they would not know what they could do. He had only a few moments to judge how he could turn that to his favor.

- Five -

He passed his right hand flatly over the top of his head, denoting a command intended only for those upon pokos. This would mean the three drivers, plus additional men perched on their flat backs. In this case, it only totaled ten men, himself included.

- Four -

He raised both arms, his thumb sides of his two fists touching. His arms were not fully extended. This was so that as he pulled his fists away from each other, they stayed on the same level. This indicated spears. Had he fully extended his arms, his fists would have arced down as he spread them apart. That would have meant bows.

- Three -

He then pumped both fists up and down in the air, mimicking well enough the movement of reins while galloping on a horse. He followed this immediately by slowly sliding his opened hands down to the sides. In response, all the horsemen behind him slowed enough to let the pokos reach the front.

- Two -

Eddrick circled both hands in opposite directions, to give the horsemen the understanding to not charge through, but rather to circle around and exploit what he expected to be confusion on the part of the enemy that crashed or funneled through the mobile bulwark he was about to set up.

- One -

He held his hands up, palms flat and fingers straight and tightly together, driving the tips of his middle fingers together. His poko men already had spears in hand and as the insectoid mounts turned in toward each other, they'd jumped off already, anticipating the resulting positions of the beasts. This was a tactic they'd used before to set up sudden barriers in front of caravans.

But this time, Eddrick had called the final command to "pull" the insects upon their sides early, bringing their pike-like legs into the face of the enemy horsemen. It left about a fifteen foot gap between the two front pokos, with the third poko about twenty feet back right in the middle of the gap.

If he guessed right, the Imperial horsemen would not try to jump, being all in armor. If they tried to simply ram the pokos, the insect's legs would impale the lead line and create an obstacle that would lead to mass tripping and confusion, and more than just a bit of trampling of their own. Or they would all try to squeeze through the gap between, making a withering kill zone for the horse-mounted archers circling around.

In the meantime, Eddrick and the other nine poko riders jumped back from the pokos, spears in hand, ready to add even more spearing to any Imperials that tumbled over or through the poko barricade. If this enemy possessed the discipline and quick-thinking to swing wide to one or both sides of the pokos, then they would be leaving the raiders unchallenged use of their poko bulwark to fire from protection.

Eddrick knew better than to imagine that there was not still something that could go wrong. But he'd made his decision, his men had followed, and all he could do now was to hope for the best.

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