Post by ~Chieftain of the Dúnedain~ on Jul 19, 2007 16:41:19 GMT -5
~Prologue~
Thimarus Awoke from his slumber to the crackling of the fire. His brother Arimus was standing near it placing wood to keep the flame alive. Thimarus stepped out of the tent his men were scattered along the camp. They were either sharpening their swords or tending to their own fires. Fall had decended upon the men. Food was scarce and the nights cold. Thimarus could see Akhar in the distance Surrounded by Mountains and Great walls.
Arimus looked up from the fire. He saw his brother, stood up, then spoke. "My brother, scouts have reported the rebel movements among the Harls Hills to the east".
Thimarus responded" Let the King defend his precious hills. Let the man who exiled us from his Kingdom Fight his own battles for once. He commands us as his slaves expecting us to ride to our deaths for his Kingdoms."
King Eldrv had exiled the Rangers from Mitas after the failed to defend his son in battle. The fall of Akhar a vivid memory Thimarus and Arimus both had. The princes arrogance cost him his life. The steps of Akhar was their darkest hour. The prince went against Thimarus's orders and ran into a flood of rebels. He was quickly killed. The rangers could do nothing to stop him.
Thimarus still wondered why he still served the King, but he knew well enough that he was next in line for the Kingship.
His father Molsa was the cousin of Eldrv. Neither of the two had any siblings.
A Ranger walked up to the two Generals and said" my lords a messenger of the King is here bringing great tidings from the King."
Arimus commanded that they brought forth the Messenger.
A well armored man walked up carrying a scroll of the King his chest plate bore the mark of Mitas as he handed to Arimus who unfurled and read it aloud"Sons Molsa I am in dire need of your assistence. One of my Smaller Kingdoms Morenas is Under siege and I need you to support my armies. If you are to support and win the battle you will be no longer exiled from my Kingdom!"
Thimarus spoke out" I see King Eldrv finally needs our help."
Some of the rangers chuckled. Thimarus Continued" Tor gather the horses we ride to Morenas. we will arrive in one day.
Tor and a few other rangers gathered the horses and prepared them for the ride. Meanwhile as the Messenger rode away Thimarus crushed the scroll in his hand and threw it to the ground and walked into his tent ot grab his sword and bow. Arimus walked over to the other rangers who were preparing their weapons. He was inspecting their weapons making sure there were no Frayed bow strings or cracked swords among the soldiers.
Once was through with inspection he looked at the sky there were a few clouds but mostly clear. A light breeze blew through the trees along the encampment. The beacons of Morenas were lit and the enemy was enclosing them. Arimus knew that the rangers had to act fast if they wanted to save the kingdom. He and Thimarus both did not want to do it for their uncle Eldrv, but they knew that their Father would have rode so, shall they.
Thimarus rode ahead of the rangers across the plains of Khahad their banner waved in the wind though war-torn it was still elegant. The Ranger insignia dressed in gold and shined in the sun. The last of the Rangers Thimarus led, the others were cast down in the battlefield defending what they believed was right for hundreds of years against the Nazzhan who hadnt been seen in over 100 years and the rebels of Akhar.
They rode over hills through rivers until they saw the beacons of Morenas set aflame calling for aid in their darkest hour as rebels and soldiers of lord Zar the leader and coordinator of the rebellion and some say he knows the wherabouts of the Nazzhan armies that he can control with the stone of Morenas.
Arimus rode next to Thimarus the exchanged looks as they stop at the ridge overlooking the Kingdom of Morenas. Thousands of enemies were outside the gate setting ladders arond the walls and attempting to break the Grand gate with a large ram. Catapults launched flaming stones into buildings and inner walls set fire to them. Thimarus's men were greatly out numbered 200 rangers against an army of 1000's of Lord Zars most elite soldiers.
Thimarus turned his horse around and shouted" Men, Rangers we are to attempted suicide, to defend the race of men from the evil that opposes us. Blood will be spilled Shields shattered. Let us Charge now to our deaths Men of Mitas." he turned to the battlefield once again drew his horn. The horn that has been passed from every Ranger Captain to the next Ranger Captain. He blew into it making the sound be heard all around the kingdom. It echoed Through the plains the mountains into the elven domain and the dwarven domain. Thimarus hoped that the elves would come to aide but that would take hours or even days. He drew his sword and Cried out" For Mitas!" He charghed down the ridge his men following him to their Death.
The rangers lunged forward into the vale their banner waving in the wind held by Arimus who waved his sword in the air as the Rangers followed him and Thimarus.
The soldiers of Zar turned and shot a volley of arrows into the air slaying a few rangers. The Charge did not stop but quickened until they collided with the enemy ripping through lines of soldiers who fell to their deaths. Thimarus slashed his opposing foes. Another volley of arrows soared through the air cutting through friend and foe. The Enemies first three ranks were in total disarray. Routed to some eyes. Soldiers in the castle who had been forced to fall back into the upper levels were now fighting back. Pressing the enemy down the grand Stairs.
Daylight was looming. The sun fading behind the mountains. Then Arimus's horse took an aroow in the chest and fell arimus fell off and rolled into the enemy . He quickly stood up and began to fight.
His men passed him and killed the opposition around arimus and encircled him. Thimarus joined the other rangers as they formed one group. the battle had waned for hours. When out of the west a horn blew it was to Thimarus's surprsie not men but elves who fired volleys of arrows into the enemy.
Enemy arrows still flew into the rangers who were now beginning to lose more men. One of the arrrows struck Arimus in the shoulder. He cryed out in pain and fell to his knees, Dropping his sword. Thimarus jumped off his horse and caught his falling brother who looked up at him and said" Thimarus kill Zar's soldiers. Let him know that... that..." He coughed then continued on " man will not fall......!"
Thimarus looked up and saw the elfs Charging down the ridge shredding through the enemy who were beginning to retreat. Thimarus commanded a ranger to carry Arimus back to the ridge and bandage his wound. The ranger nodded and took Arimus upon his horse and rode back away from the battle. Now upon his horse Thimarus rallyed his rangers. Then he looked up upon the hill where Zar stood and to his disbelief More soldiers overshadowed him and ran at the rangers with no intent of stopping. Thimarus blew his horn again and the remaining rangers rode into the enemy as did the elfs out of the west. The cavalry of elves had almost reached the catapults as the flood of enemy troops reinforced the routed ones.
Zar called for his horse mounted upon it and rode into the blood bath.
Thimarus rode into the enemy as bowmen from upon the hill fired volley after volley into Thimarus's and the elven ranks. The rangers still rode on. Their banner still waving carried by Thimarus who led the charge. The elves had joined with the rangers to form one large wave of cavalry. The bowmen withdrew as pikemen took their places and waited for the onslaught of cavalry. Zar upon his horse waited for the cavalry. within his cloak was the amulet of Fores. The amulet that belonged to Malcor the sorcerer. Zar lifted it and said the incantation
Suddenly a black/purple light jetted from the amulet into the sky. Out of nowhere dark clouds covered the sky. A green mist covered the battle field as from the clouds a skull appeared with a crack down its left cheek. Thimarus said to himself" the mark of the Nazzhan!"
Thimarus quickly ordered the rangers to regroup upon the hill. The elfs followed. The nazzhan were back and now Mitas was in grave danger....
The nazzhan began to flood the battlefield. Though there were not many. Their presence instilled great fear among the rangers and elven warriors. Arimus was now standing up the wound gaping in his chest. His sword he used as a cane. The ranger that carried him up here was now returning to the battle. Arimus stood alone the pain in his chest was now more intense. He fell to his knees. It was as if the Nazzhans mark was somehow hurting him.
Thimarus looked at his sword surveying it. He raised it up and swung it forward as the rangers and elves charged to there deaths...