Hey there, got another battle Rp for you. Nice bit of slaughter I'd say. Nothing too gory though. Enjoy!
The Battle in Brive
The elves had crossed the river, they had spilled from Troyes to Bescanon and now they roved the Human lands of Brive! Their slender bodies and ''elegant'' clothes and armor now rife in the fields. They had put the sword and arrow to the people and who knows where they would head next! Right next to the capital of Perdan! How dare they!
These were the thoughts of Arnick as he marched with the army out from Partora and into Brive. He had recruited new men. Big and strong and each decked out in a coat of plates that may look crude compared to the elf garb but worked just as well! He wanted to make an impact and not for show either, so all of his new men had to be skilled with the two handed sword or axe but preferably the sword. Many of them wore skullcaps and the richer ones open faced basinets. Draped in long cloaks for travel dyed a deep red and black like the colors of his army. They would be shed before the battle started, towering men with long-lengths of death spelling steel would charge at the elf lines and cut them down to size.
As the Human host prepared to cross the field to where the Elves were encamped Arnick saw they once again brought their infernal cavalry. Those wretched pearl skins wielded their white swords like feathers so light yet they cut through armor with ease! Damn those elf smiths and their fine metals and magic. An absent hand wandered over his plate gauntlets as if to reassure himself that Human steel would be their equal.
The new General of Perdan was a young man, just as young as Arnick but much kinder despite his surname, Hellfire. Arnick liked that name, it suited the purpose of war. As before in Moyale did the Elf horde array itself in that strange formation. Layered and spread out. Some strange shield wearing blokes in the font and long haired maidens with bows behind and even intermingled. Fools!
There were also other elves.. strange elves with huge bows of white and golden wood or metal? Also some with greatspears that looked like there were little vortexes around their tips. Arnick sulked for a moment as he regarded the enemy host but not for too long. The horns of Perdan blared and the Hellfire General roared his command. "Charge!''
A thousand feet stamped the earth and the rising din of armor clattering and jostling greeted the waiting elves only cut by the howls of bloodthirsty men. Arnick however was not among them. Damn those sods to death he thought. No point charging head on into arrows and spears. He grinned under his faceplate as he advanced once more, like in Moyale, in the second wave.
Arrows cut through the human lines and dozens were skewered, Human armor proved the lesser against elven arrows. The greatbows caught not one but two men at times and both died on the spot. The charge did not falter however and the rush of men crashed into the line of elves. Spears and swords and wondrous acts of martial arts slew men and brought them down into death.
Men are foolish creatures. They ripped into the elves with reckless abandon and tore at all there was to tear and struck at anything in sight that wasn't human. The wet crunch of blood and sweat continued for a time and then Arnick found himself part of it. The last bit he and his men had charged with greatswords bared. Their bodies devoid of arrows and now fresh they rammed their armored bodied into the fray.
A young looking elf woman faced Arnick and she slashed at him with what looked like a puny but exquisite dagger. Mean laughter boomed from his helm as he cut her down in twine. Blood coating the nearest elf and he soon found the same fate. ''Kill them all! Leave none of the Long ears Standing!'' Another great sweep of his greatsword saw steel shatter the wood of a greatbow and sever an arm. ''Fell them like their puny trees!'' The elf archers melted away before the Human frenzy.
Elven swordsmen aided by spearmen retaliated and dealt a deft blow but they also were cut down before the mass of manflesh. Arnick bashed the jaw of an white haired monk elf, or so he looked. The guard of the greatsword knocking the man off his feet and left his face a ruin. In the same motion Arnick slowly pivoted and rammed the tip of his greatsword straight through the breast of another elf warrior. The man was faced away from Arnick and fell face down as he received a kick to his back. ''Thanks for holding on that, Elf!''
Despite the naked fury of the humans did the elf host not waver, it stood their ground and in layers did they deal with the human menace. In the end it proved too little and they were defeated but not before they exacted a brutal sacrifice from the humans.
As the day grew older though the fields of Brive were littered with the corpses of hundreds of elves and sown with hundreds more cheerful men. The pickings would be rich today!
