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This is the background story to my Bretonian army, instead of making it short and simple, I'm writing an actual story about my general and let the story explain how my army gets the way it is and/or will become.
English is not my native language, so grammar and spelling might be off. I haven't found a willing proof reader yet, except a friend of mine, but we are on the same level on English so any mistakes I make, he'll probably make too.
C&C more then welcome. and I hope you enjoy :-)
Chapter One: A Knight Broken.
The burning houses gave the town an orange glow and big clouds of smoke found their way up into the night sky, screams and the sound of metal colliding with metal were heard throughout the village. the Dark Elf raiders showed no mercy and butchered every man,women and child that crossed their path, and if people were barricaded inside their rotten, small wooden houses they would burn those houses to the ground, their spears and bows at the ready for those unfortunate enough to be inside and finding a way out. Damien and his small unit of knights were trying to protect those they could, but the once mighty army of his Lord was all but destroyed with the Lord and most of the higher knights dead or captured only Damien and his unit of ten knights remained with a small group of poor equipped and ill-trained peasants at his side. Damien found himself in the ungrateful position of the new unofficial leader and struggled to form a plan of what to do. It was clear al was lost, they stood no chance against the Elves and there was no hope on reinforcements as no call for one was ever send. This raid came without warning, no scout had seen their ships appearing from the horizon, it was when the arrows flew over the castle walls and drowned the villagers in a sea of arrows that the Lord scrambled his army together.
"Sir?"one of the knights asked, dragging Damien out of his thoughts, "What to do?"
Damien had made up his mind, he knew exactly what to do.
"We go out and fight those cowardly beings face to face, and you" he said, looking at the Militia leader, "find as many people as you can find and take them into the woods, go to the nearest town from there and tell them of what happened here, warn them for the raiders from the sea."
He donned his helmet and turned his horse, slowly he urged his horse forward, the knights following him without hesitation and slowly they picked up speed until they were running through town, their swords drawn and ready to kill any of the the foul intruders and sell their lives dear to buy time for the townsfolk.
Damien knew most of the villagers would be taking shelter in the church praying to the Lady and hoping for help to arrive, and he knew his knights were all the help they could get. So he lead his unit to the church as fast as he could, but the debris from the walls and houses slowed the horses down, when they finally arrived at the church it was engulfed in flames and bodies of people trying to escape were lying everywhere, arrows sticking out their backs and with sheer horror still frozen in their face, their last emotion captured until their skin had rotten from their bones. "And these were the lucky ones" Damien thought, most would've been taken as slaves and will serve the remainder of there lives in agony as they were forced to do whatever their masters demanded. But worst then all of this, was the destruction they left in their wake, this house of worship dedicated to The Lady was all but destroyed and nothing of value could be salvaged, the desecration by the Dark Elves was cowardly and showed their lack of honour. Damien swore he would get the beasts that had done this, he would find them and slaughter them all in the name of the Lady.
Sudden movement caught Damiens attention, a small group of Elven warriors were running in the distance in the direction screams could now be heard, people were in need.
Once again the horses were urged forward, but this time the knights prepared for a full blown charge.
The Elves heard the horses thundering towards them and turned to face the charge, but they were to slow and the knights hit them hard. Damien swung his sword left and right, kept his horse turning and kicking and parried blow after blow with his sword and shield. His green cloak and armour blood stained, his sword coloured red from blood. It looked like an easy victory for the knights, but suddenly more of the Dark Elves appeared and joined their losing brethren in the fight. Damien saw as more of his fellow knights fell to the never ending flurry of sword blows coming their way, their horses drawn from under them. Damien felt how his horse was giving away from under him and was just able to hurl himself off his saddle, moments before his steed collapsed. The Elves immediately threw their numbers upon him and Damien felt that his was his end. His shield was dented from all the strikes that he had blocked with it, his sword had become blunt by the many blows he had dealt and parried and still their numbers didn't seem to fall. It was when Damien was about to succumb to the Elves when the thundering of hooves was heard once again. The Elves were distracted for a moment and in that brief pause Damien was able to regain his breath, he tried to see who or what was coming, and when he found out who it were, his heart filled with renewed hope and his strength seemed to increase tenfold. He saw the banner of his Lord carried by the best knights the Lord had, his personal guard, and who Damien had believed al had perished in the first clash with the Dark Elves. He saw how the knights aligned themselves in the lance formation, lances at the ready. Damien knew he had to get away from the Elves lest he be trampled by the horses of the charging knights. The Elves who were distracted at first now regained their senses and were about to kill the knight hidden in their midst, before turning their attention to the charging knights. But Damien's heart burnt with renewed courage and the strength of a thousand men flowed through his arms. Using his shield as a battering ram he slammed Elf after Elf to the ground before finishing them off with the tip of his sword. It seemed as if he was truly blessed by The Lady, as blow after blow of the Elves seemed to harmlessly bounce of him, as if protected by an invisible aura. It was mere seconds before the tip of the lance formation hit home, that Damien was able to duck away from the Elven horde. He heard how spears clashed with the metal of Elven shields and armour, and how they were crushed beneath the horses and the awesome might of these elite knights. With the momentum of the charge gone, the remaining Elves started fighting back, and Damien got back into the fight, this time the numbers were more even, and the superior skill of the knights showed and the knights were able to dispatch the Dark Elves relatively easy.
“Introduce yourself, Knight.” a man that seemed to be the leader of the guard,with ornamented armour and a sword easily two times as big as Damiens' own, asked.
“Damien,Damien of Lyoniq” Damien replied, sheeting his blunted sword, and looking for a replacement weapon from the corner of his eyes.
Theman nodded “I am Laurent, Laurent Dubiose. We found your militia, they are escorting a group of thirty peasants to the forest, we told them to stay there, the village of Lacouer is lost as well, they even raided the monastery and burned it to the ground. Nothing is left and they enslaved everyone there, or so we have heard. We tried to bring reinforcements and found nothing more then burning remains and ash, only one survivor, a peasant, remained and told us what happened.”
It felt as if someone had pulled the ground from underneath his feet, as if someone had ripped out his heart . He felt how he dropped to the ground, heard someone say his name in the distance, then everything went dark..
Last edited by Leafblower; September 6th, 2011 at 20:44.
A thoroughly good read.
To say I am a fan of Brettonia would be an overstatement (I frankly know nothing about them except they ride horsies) but I enjoyed this.
Minor nitpick alert: instead of writing numbers like this:10, its easier on the eye and doesn't break the narrrative if you write it like this: ten.
Other than that, good job, I hope you write more.
At the end did he faint? On noes!
Not dead, just sleeping
While I try to keep it true to fluff, there isn't much I can find about the Bretonians (only the army book and things I have asked on LO or could find using google.)
can't believe I actually made the mistake of typing 10 instead of ten, I lower my head in shame and shall not eat for three days to repent for this grave mistake :p. Thanks for pointing me o that, beginners mistake i fear :-$.
Chap 2 will be up asap ;-)