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I HOPE THIS STORY PORTRAYS A SENSIBLE ACCOUNT TO THE FLUFF OF MY ARMY "THE CLAWS KINDRED." CHECK OUT MY FLUFF ON THIS ARMY IN AN EARLIER POST!!
This event that took place happened several years ago, all the humans during that times' bones have long since turned to dust. But we remember. This bitter conflict has taken such a large toll on our house. I fear that it will be only a matter of time until it destroys us. Though even though few in number we will fight, and continue to drive off their assaults no matter the cost. Below is an account on how we the Wood Elves of the Claws Kindred came to blows with Bretonnia.
Several Years Ago.....
Duke Godfrey of the House of Thailend, glanced back at the dust filled road behind him. No sign of pursuit, to himself he breathed a sigh of relief. Even now he was astonished at how easy it had been to kidnap an elf maiden. And the rumors were true...their beauty made any human maid seem like there beauty never existed. The elf maiden would make a fine bride to himself and if she refused, a slave...just as well if she did. He licked his lips in anticipation of reaching his castle...soon he would have her, wether she resisted or not.
Casually he reflected as his horse slowed to a trot along the trail at how easy it had been to raid the elf community. Even now the bodies of the dead he was sure were being picked apart by the animals and deamons that roamed here. The only downfall was that one elf armed with a spear and bow had killed six of his knights before finally dying. A small nuisence and glad to be away with.
And now he had escaped! So much for the rumors of not entering the forest, he still had almost his hundred knight bodyguard with him, and his captured prize lay tied up in the coach they had brought along. That made him think..."why do i have to wait?, I could have her now." As he was just about to turn his horse to the coach his banner man called out anxiosly "Sire?" Godfrey whirled around and the thought burned to ash in his mind.
In the path stood an elf, male or female he could not tell as the dark green cloak and black scarf hid all features but the eyes. On his back a bow made out of a light wood or bone was accompanied by a quiver full of black fletched arrows. At his side a slightly curved elven blade lay in a scabbared of black leather. One of the elfs hands lay casually on the hilt of the sword and the other motionless at his side. It was the eyes that caught Godfrey's attention the most however, golden eyes shown out from underneath the hood..."Like a wolves," the thought made him shudder.
The silence stretched until Gabriel, his captain heeled his horse forward a few steps bellowing at the elf "Clear the path now for the Lord Godfrey of the House of Thailend or be run through and trampled to dust." The elf said nothing, just shifted his unblinking gaze to the captain then back to Godfrey. Finally the elf spoke, "You take what does not and never could belong to you human." His voice carried a smooth undertone of a threat in it. "If you leave what you have taken from us now, we may let some of you live to see your homeland, if not then you will all die here." The silence that followed was mainly of astonishment of both Godfrey and his men. A mere elf dare insult a Lord this way? The fool must pay. Godfrey angirly retorted "Curse your words and your kind, I the Lord of Thailend can take what he wishes. And who will stop me? One mere elf? You have made a mistake wood deamon." and with a roar he ordered his men forward.
Underneath his hood Niethlan smiled slightly, the fool would not leave this forest alive. He waited until the lead most horses were almost on top of him, their riders grinning at the thought of spilling his blood. As one of the knights raised his sword he struck. In one smooth motion he had drawn his blade and severed the leg of the rider to his left. Blood poured from the stump as the knight screamed and toppled from his horse. Without breaking stride he brought his blade around ducking the swing of the other knights blade, slicing through his armour, cutting open the knights side, a fatal wound. Before the other horsemen could reach him Niethlan vanished like a ghost into the woods along the path. And even as the knights were just reacting with confusion at his disappearence he had drawn his bow and sent an arrow streaking into the nearest knight, taking him in his throat. Suddenly the air around the Bretonnians was full of arrows as the other seventeen waywatchers broke their silence. Arrows whistled out of the trees to drive their points into bretonnians hearts and throats. Every shot a killing a man. Men were thrown to the ground as their mounts bucked them off screaming in panic. Niethlan calmly drew and fired in one motion throwing another knight to the dirt, blood pouring from his throat.
Godfrey was scared. In a matter of seconds the elf had killed two of his men and vanished. Now arrows wree pouring in cutting down his men like wheat. Curse these elves and their cowardly ways. Yelling as loud as he could he bellowed "To the grasslands, flee these woods!" He knew the forest ended only a few meters down the road, just around that bend. He spurred his horse forward and his remaining knights followed, more still dying from the flying death. The coach rumbled ahead, the drivers screaming in panic as much as the horses. Godfrey knew if he could just get out of the woods he would be safe. As he rounded the bend however his breath caught. All he saw was a wall of trees in his path. "No...it cannot be," he thought. He felt his heart die in his chest. His eyes roamed blindly and madly around, trees, only trees. "NO, NO!," he screamed in his mind. Around him his knights died. By arrow or by a darting shadow with a blade that would kill wherever it appeared. There was nothing he could do. In a matter of minutes everyone was dead but him, all his men pincushioned by arrows. Drawing his sword Godfrey bellowed "Fight me you cowards!!" His challenge was answered by an arrow thudding into his throat.
A few days later a Bretonnia scouting party searching for their lord came upon a small group of riderless horses running madly through the grasslands. Soon it was conffered that the Lord Godfrey and his men had been murdered by the wood elves. Anger resounded throught the southern kingdoms and soon a large host was raised to take revenge out on the Elves. At the battle of the Fistherian Fields, which borded the woods the humans were thrown back. But the identity of the murderers had been found. The wood Elves of the Kindred of Claws. Soon it was the desire of all the southern kingdoms to eradicate them completely as vengance for the Lord Godfreys death. Eighty nine years have passed since that day, and the war continues. The only ends in sight being the Bretonnians give up their obsession for revenge...or the Kindred of Claws falls.
Maybe, i still need to work out an army list, but after that definetly add some stories about The Claws kindred fighting the Bretonnians and other enemies. Do u think i should write more? let me know.
Very nice. Would your entire army be based arund the Kindred or are they just one unit in the army?
I supose what I am asking is what kind of numbers do the Kindred have.
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Basically my army would be around the last numbers of the kindred. After several years of fighting non stop with Bretonnia the fighting has takena horiffic toll on their numbers. Other Wood Elves shun them and thei conflicts with bretonnia believing the Claws Kindred brought it unpon themselves, so they usually have no help when fighting them. My army would be the whole claws kindred.