A battle with several nobles against a horde of monsters. The RP was written and shared after the battle, I've asked the people've included if it was alright what I had their characters do and invited them to alter what they disliked. So far people have always been happy and agreed.
Iron Rain
The lines shuffled and the officers of each contingent of soldiers barked orders as they dressed the lines. Pushing men bodily into their positions. Swordsmen stood next to javelineers and next to them stood again more swordsmen. The right flank was made up of warriors dressed in steel mesh armours covering their bodies like skin topped with slender but immaculately constructed helms. Strong recurve bows in hand with hip-quivers opened. Small round shields of fine steel quality on their back and sabers still sheathed.
Lord Amyclas made up the left flank with his Argonauts, strong men ready to hold the line. Next to them stood Aldrakar with his shieldguard. Again shoulder to shoulder with Lord Ezra's javelineers like they had in battles before. The right flank was dominated by the elite soldiers of Lord Saul.
Behind this wall of makeshift infantry stood Marshal Sholan with his Nigh Arrows brigade. He commanded the second line. Next to his men stood Lady Lucini's marksmen with splendid light wood longbows. A curious and small mob of peasants with pitchforks and sickles huddled near the archers, they were spend but still fueled with anger.
From the broken plain before the Lurian warhost a large herd of monsters had gathered and with gurgling sounds and screeches they tried to instill fear in the Lurian warriors. Their scissored claws hefted into the air and their canines a bright, ivory white in the morning light.
The metallic links churned together as Aldrakar looked back at Marshal Sholan. Their eyes met and that single look confirmed the battle-plan they had devised the evening before. Aldrakar turned his attention back to his men and the oncoming enemy. The beasts had started to move. They came on slowly but every step of theirs was 5 of any normal man or woman. Thick and heavy hides of smudged browns, dark, near black eyes and curved upward turned horns protruding from their skulls.
Aldrakar unsheathed his broadsword and let the flames that leapt from the blade be a beacon for his men. ''Lets bring fire and steel to their hearts!'' He tried to make it sound confident and somewhat cocky and didn't do all that bad if you could believe the few chuckles and grins from his men.
Marshal Sholan had different idea's though and his voice rang clear as he issued the order to open fire. Air dragged away and tugged at hairs and shreds of fabric as the missiles flew over the heads of the infantry. Cloud after cloud of arrows and javelins sailed through the air and arched down onto the lumbering monsters. Sequels, shrieks and guttural roars exploded from their ranks as the missiles found their marks.
An arrow dove into bestial flesh, puncturing the skin, ripping through the muscle and severing sinew until it ultimately shattered the bone it found deep inside the meat. Pieces of said bone expunged from the monster's flesh. A javelin was seen caving a skull in, the sound both wet and crunchy. The spectacle was bloody and almost pitiful. The monsters had no chance at all. They never even managed to travel half the distance to the infantry line before they were decimated. Only a handful of stragglers managed to break away and run for cover.
After the aerial slaughter the infantry wall eased up a bit. Tension released through outlets of breath, sighs and some laughter. Aldrakar put his sword back into its sheath and turned about to face the archery line. His eyes once more locked with Marshal Sholan's and they exchanged nods. At times gestures speak volumes and this was one of those gestures, their plan had worked.
