Hattish Thing
2015-04-24, 02:27 AM
Make Them Burn:
The First Night, 11:30 PM.
The sun went down hours ago, and the night that followed was a cold one, a dark one. The small but still quite impressive Urdovan fleet glides down the incredibly wide and bitterly cold River Shivershriek, the cool water making hardly even a splash as the proud bows of the wooden longships pushed forward through the deep. Torches line the vessel's railings, the only sources of warmth for many of the soldiers that stand at the ready, freezing away in the cold as they await what was to come. The full moon shines down unfeelingly, it's alien rays of dim light providing little comfort to the men below as they stand, or sit, or polish their weapons in anticipation, with nothing but the creaking sound of the ship to keep them company.
Several days ago, the official order came, and the ships had been loaded up and prepared for war. These were no simple boats, however. These were longships. Urdovan Longships, four of them, loaded with a very special kind of cargo. Men, armed men, by the hundreds, greatly outnumbering the men stationed at the castle. It's been about two hours since the ships began the long journey down the river from the fortress they were built at, a while away. The wind blows with great force as the billowing sails and proud flags flap in the wind. The sails and flags boast the sigil of their country, a fiery Urdovan symbol that meant war. The men were ready, and within one more hours time, the ships would reach the Castle.
Now there was nothing to do but wait, and prepare.
---
The Group - Deck of the Rallying Ripper:
Suddenly, a woman steps out from the Captain's Cabin. It's Sansara, the Commander of the fleet, a mature but strong woman clad in leather, hide, and iron. She steps out and glares towards several of the more belligerent seeming Urdovan warriors before nodding slowly as they back away. She slowly makes her way onto one of the stairs leading up to the quartedeck, before resting a hand upon the railing and speaking out to the others. Her voice is harsh but warm as well, a welcome change from the nervous silence from before. "Urdovans! Killers, heathens, barbarians, monsters... These are the titles the Castibarians have forced upon us. For Centuries our king, our mighty King Geormand has been forced to accept these harsh words."
She continues, passion in her voice. "We have been forced to accept this abuse for far too long... And now, the order has been given to take their Castle, and burn it straight to the ground. We are to make a showing of our power here. We will break down their walls, burn their gates, and leave none alive! Many of year are here to simply take, and crush, and kill, not of a a great feeling of duty, but simply to enjoy destruction. And so. I dare you, men. I dare you to really show us, all of us, what you can do, how far you can go."
"Make a name for yourselves out there, and think about it...."
"How far will you go? ANSWER ME, MEN!"
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The First Night, 11:30 PM.
The sun went down hours ago, and the night that followed was a cold one, a dark one. The small but still quite impressive Urdovan fleet glides down the incredibly wide and bitterly cold River Shivershriek, the cool water making hardly even a splash as the proud bows of the wooden longships pushed forward through the deep. Torches line the vessel's railings, the only sources of warmth for many of the soldiers that stand at the ready, freezing away in the cold as they await what was to come. The full moon shines down unfeelingly, it's alien rays of dim light providing little comfort to the men below as they stand, or sit, or polish their weapons in anticipation, with nothing but the creaking sound of the ship to keep them company.
Several days ago, the official order came, and the ships had been loaded up and prepared for war. These were no simple boats, however. These were longships. Urdovan Longships, four of them, loaded with a very special kind of cargo. Men, armed men, by the hundreds, greatly outnumbering the men stationed at the castle. It's been about two hours since the ships began the long journey down the river from the fortress they were built at, a while away. The wind blows with great force as the billowing sails and proud flags flap in the wind. The sails and flags boast the sigil of their country, a fiery Urdovan symbol that meant war. The men were ready, and within one more hours time, the ships would reach the Castle.
Now there was nothing to do but wait, and prepare.
---
The Group - Deck of the Rallying Ripper:
Suddenly, a woman steps out from the Captain's Cabin. It's Sansara, the Commander of the fleet, a mature but strong woman clad in leather, hide, and iron. She steps out and glares towards several of the more belligerent seeming Urdovan warriors before nodding slowly as they back away. She slowly makes her way onto one of the stairs leading up to the quartedeck, before resting a hand upon the railing and speaking out to the others. Her voice is harsh but warm as well, a welcome change from the nervous silence from before. "Urdovans! Killers, heathens, barbarians, monsters... These are the titles the Castibarians have forced upon us. For Centuries our king, our mighty King Geormand has been forced to accept these harsh words."
She continues, passion in her voice. "We have been forced to accept this abuse for far too long... And now, the order has been given to take their Castle, and burn it straight to the ground. We are to make a showing of our power here. We will break down their walls, burn their gates, and leave none alive! Many of year are here to simply take, and crush, and kill, not of a a great feeling of duty, but simply to enjoy destruction. And so. I dare you, men. I dare you to really show us, all of us, what you can do, how far you can go."
"Make a name for yourselves out there, and think about it...."
"How far will you go? ANSWER ME, MEN!"
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