Fantasize exploding hands
Archaic science
Master plan
Hear the war cry
Watch the crow fly
When your body's set
It never fails
Then you hear the tale of tales
Reign of Fire by Armored Saint
A bitter cold wind was sweeping down over the camps and the tall form strode through the tent city towards his own, where warmth and protection from the cutting wind awaited him. He was furious and any that saw him pass could easily read the rage on the hard scared visage. Mab was playing her usual tricks and now he had to see about diverting her from tinkering in matters she had no business being part of.
The talks had broken down rapidly for it was apparent the family had never wanted a marriage. His daughter would have likely ended up dead within a short time after the rituals, from all he had learned in recent days. His father had mistakenly assumed they wished to ally with the family, but in fact, they had been seeking the mines her dowry offered. They had wanted the lands and nothing more. He was coldly pleased Tegan had gutted that snake of a son.
Below the step they were camped upon, he could see the fires of his enemy below and it only brought another low furious growl rising from deep within. The beast was stirring and it would soon be fed. Rivers of blood would flow come dawn and nothing he could do to still the tide. All efforts had been stopped before even starting. They wanted to see the ruin of the Wyldefrome's and sought now to simply take what they wanted. He could only defend what was his and would do it to the last man if need be.
The hard scared features of his younger half brother Jona came into sight and he gave him a sharp nod. Reinforcements had arrived from his side and even Lucius's. For the first time in well over a hundred years, round ears were in his realm, but as none were from the World, he wasn't as irritated by their presence. Even now mingled in with the Elven tunes played around their own fires, the slow almost morose beat of a drum sang in the distance.
"By my count, we look to outnumber them, but I suspect they have not discovered that brother." The low rasped words cutting through his racing thoughts and he turned with a single molten silver eye narrowing.
"Are ye sure of that, Jonathin?" He stopped shortly, the wind dragging the edges of his cloak against the glistening mithril armor that adorned his long lanky frame. His own tone carried a chilling tightness that could send many cringing, but not the mountain of a half elf before him. It only drew a cruel smile in return.
"Aye. I made sure to keep then well out of sight. They are camped behind us. About 20 yards back and with this ledge, they would have to get past our forces here to find them." Brawny arms folding over his plate armored chest with the visible flexing of large lean muscle.
He had started walking again and was soon entering the Command tent, where the warming fire held back the chill and motioned his brother to follow. In less then a minute he was sinking into a large chair and the sharp silver eye pierced Jona. "How many are ye holding back?"
"Only about 800 in total. Half are mine and the other half belongs to DeAuster. His Elite forces by what he said. He's with them now, as he will be commanding them come marrow." He was helping himself to some of the thick black coffee that DeAuster had brought along and dropping into another seat near the fire basin set in the center of the large canvas chamber.
"That leaves us about 2000 for the first attack. I suspect they have near that many as well." He was frowning, for already he had seen the signs of a rising mist, and felt in his bones that Mab was near and meddling. "Dal has nae yet arrived, but I did get word she will be here sometime during the night."
"Aye. I will be keeping watch for her arrival Trev. She may have the power to push back at Mab's tricks." The Elven woman they were speaking of was actually one of the few Jona could tolerate and did respect. Most others females had only one use to him, but Dallamariea had proven herself time and time again, even having assisted Jona with his own land disputes on the field of battle and even in the high courts of the Council.
"I thank ye Jonathin." His hard cut features were gray with weariness and it was apparent to himself and to his half sibling that he would need to get sleep before the next day, or he would be useless as a commander or even as a warrior.
"You need sleep Trev. It's best ye get to it, for the morning will come soon." He was already rising, a large male who moved with surprising grace for one of his massive size and just smirked at the elder sibling. "It would not do if I would take more lives tomorrow then the Heir."
"Oh shut up ye imprudent puppy. I shall rest and we shall see who garners to most scalps tomorrow." He gave a low harsh laugh and rose as well. "Ye will alert me when Indigo arrives?"
"I can Trev, but I do think you should get a decent rest. You have not done such since this all began and it's starting to show. That means to me that you will make more mistakes then usual."
"Aye, again ye be showing more wisdom then I am used to Little Brother. Can ye leave word with my steward to wake me around 4 then" " He was already shedding the heavy weight of weapons from his lean hips and placing them down on the floor near his cot.
"That I can do. Sleep true Trev." Out Jona then moved with a shout for "Harock!? The rest was little more then a muffled drone to the exhausted elf that dropped back and was asleep in minutes.
Reign of Fire by Armored Saint
A bitter cold wind was sweeping down over the camps and the tall form strode through the tent city towards his own, where warmth and protection from the cutting wind awaited him. He was furious and any that saw him pass could easily read the rage on the hard scared visage. Mab was playing her usual tricks and now he had to see about diverting her from tinkering in matters she had no business being part of.
The talks had broken down rapidly for it was apparent the family had never wanted a marriage. His daughter would have likely ended up dead within a short time after the rituals, from all he had learned in recent days. His father had mistakenly assumed they wished to ally with the family, but in fact, they had been seeking the mines her dowry offered. They had wanted the lands and nothing more. He was coldly pleased Tegan had gutted that snake of a son.
Below the step they were camped upon, he could see the fires of his enemy below and it only brought another low furious growl rising from deep within. The beast was stirring and it would soon be fed. Rivers of blood would flow come dawn and nothing he could do to still the tide. All efforts had been stopped before even starting. They wanted to see the ruin of the Wyldefrome's and sought now to simply take what they wanted. He could only defend what was his and would do it to the last man if need be.
The hard scared features of his younger half brother Jona came into sight and he gave him a sharp nod. Reinforcements had arrived from his side and even Lucius's. For the first time in well over a hundred years, round ears were in his realm, but as none were from the World, he wasn't as irritated by their presence. Even now mingled in with the Elven tunes played around their own fires, the slow almost morose beat of a drum sang in the distance.
"By my count, we look to outnumber them, but I suspect they have not discovered that brother." The low rasped words cutting through his racing thoughts and he turned with a single molten silver eye narrowing.
"Are ye sure of that, Jonathin?" He stopped shortly, the wind dragging the edges of his cloak against the glistening mithril armor that adorned his long lanky frame. His own tone carried a chilling tightness that could send many cringing, but not the mountain of a half elf before him. It only drew a cruel smile in return.
"Aye. I made sure to keep then well out of sight. They are camped behind us. About 20 yards back and with this ledge, they would have to get past our forces here to find them." Brawny arms folding over his plate armored chest with the visible flexing of large lean muscle.
He had started walking again and was soon entering the Command tent, where the warming fire held back the chill and motioned his brother to follow. In less then a minute he was sinking into a large chair and the sharp silver eye pierced Jona. "How many are ye holding back?"
"Only about 800 in total. Half are mine and the other half belongs to DeAuster. His Elite forces by what he said. He's with them now, as he will be commanding them come marrow." He was helping himself to some of the thick black coffee that DeAuster had brought along and dropping into another seat near the fire basin set in the center of the large canvas chamber.
"That leaves us about 2000 for the first attack. I suspect they have near that many as well." He was frowning, for already he had seen the signs of a rising mist, and felt in his bones that Mab was near and meddling. "Dal has nae yet arrived, but I did get word she will be here sometime during the night."
"Aye. I will be keeping watch for her arrival Trev. She may have the power to push back at Mab's tricks." The Elven woman they were speaking of was actually one of the few Jona could tolerate and did respect. Most others females had only one use to him, but Dallamariea had proven herself time and time again, even having assisted Jona with his own land disputes on the field of battle and even in the high courts of the Council.
"I thank ye Jonathin." His hard cut features were gray with weariness and it was apparent to himself and to his half sibling that he would need to get sleep before the next day, or he would be useless as a commander or even as a warrior.
"You need sleep Trev. It's best ye get to it, for the morning will come soon." He was already rising, a large male who moved with surprising grace for one of his massive size and just smirked at the elder sibling. "It would not do if I would take more lives tomorrow then the Heir."
"Oh shut up ye imprudent puppy. I shall rest and we shall see who garners to most scalps tomorrow." He gave a low harsh laugh and rose as well. "Ye will alert me when Indigo arrives?"
"I can Trev, but I do think you should get a decent rest. You have not done such since this all began and it's starting to show. That means to me that you will make more mistakes then usual."
"Aye, again ye be showing more wisdom then I am used to Little Brother. Can ye leave word with my steward to wake me around 4 then" " He was already shedding the heavy weight of weapons from his lean hips and placing them down on the floor near his cot.
"That I can do. Sleep true Trev." Out Jona then moved with a shout for "Harock!? The rest was little more then a muffled drone to the exhausted elf that dropped back and was asleep in minutes.